Instant Message of the Day
Joshua says:
grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr… u….. DEVIL’s baby.

It rained today, which is actually a rare occurence here in Bangalore. In fact, this is probably the third time (maybe fourth) in 3 months that it’s rained. Yeah, it’s that dry. Actually it reminds me of L.A. in that it’s always 75 degrees and sunny. Irregardless.

I’m in the auto and it’s definitely pouring hard. Rain is spattering onto the bench completely, and I try to move to center as much as I can. “Safe,” I think, “No problems here.” A truck blares its horn for about 12 seconds straight, and I turn around to look outside the auto to see how big the bastard is. And right then, I regret my decision. There’s a sizeable LAKE of water on the road, and there’s only a split second that I see mud and water fling at my face. Needless to say, I’m drenched. And I sat there, for another 20 minutes, totally soaked, slightly muddy, and ready to take a shower. Boy I love this place.

I know, I know, you all are missing me. I’m getting insane emails from people asking- nay, PLEADING- that I write another post. Fine, to sate the masses, I shall write a post.

This may disappoint, but I’m gonna go off and blab on about the House of Representatives and GOP right now. Republicans managed to pass a bill in the House that- get this- reduces the amount of lawsuits can be filed against companies that pollute drinking water. Not kidding. There’s a chemical called MTBE that is an additive to gasoline, which has been leaked to drinking water. Alright, so connect some of the dots, if you can. Take a WILD guess where the authors of this bill are from. Gasoline…. any ideas yet? Yep, TEXAS, Dubya’s home-state. Should this be surprising that his cronies are once again helping Dubya’s oil-field buddies?

But honestly, that’s not even the worst part of it! The energy bill also allows drilling in a previously untouched Alaskan wildlife refuge. This area had been set aside by FDR (one of the greatest Presidents in US history, I believe), and that has been respected for decades… until now.

Keep going, conservatives. Let’s see how much you can ruin America (which yeah, I call home) by the time your wallets get full. Pathetic.

Quote of the Day
“I’ve gotten more ass from a toilet seat when I’m in Singapore.”
-Amit, doing an impression of a co-worker

Quote of the Day
“She’s a nasty fake-baked orange ho’ and I’m pissed.”
-L. Woods, obviously referring to one of her good friends

Quote of the Day
“Hey Aparna, do you remember the fruits that you gave us yesterday? Yeah well I really appreciated it this afternoon”
-Amit, giving us way more than we needed to know about his bowel movements

BAD ASS.

Alright so I’m in this stuffy office where I’m trying to pay the cable internet bill. Apparently the idea of “mailing the bill” or “online checking” is a foreign idea to them, so you have to walk all the way over there, drop the thing, and wait for the guy to activate your account. It’s hot and muggy, and there’re a coupla guys watching some channel with Indian music videos.

A video comes up with the usual: stupid ass song, people running in open fields, changing costumes immediately, and different settings. Same crap. And then I look closer and see something– during one of the costume changes, the guy has donned an OU SOONERS jersey! I couldn’t believe it and kept rubbing my eyes. Yep, there it was, number 20. IN-SANE.

If anyone out there who reads this can let me know who number 20 is, I’d appreciate it. Leave a comment. I’m tempted to say it’s Quentin Griffin.

GO SOONERS!

I have, now, officially hit the rock-bottom of my music choices. I’m sitting here, listening to Launch. Now that’s not bad in and of itself, but what IS bad is that – get this- I’m listening to Big Hits of the 80s. Dear God. How much further can I sink? Perhaps starting to listen to early retarded sounding 90s rap? Yes yes, I know it’s supposed to be the roots of rap and such, but I just can’t seem to enjoy people in leotards dancing around with yellow, green, and black glaring into my eyes.

“Oh my god, I think I just had an orgasm.” This quote from Preetha today was probably a good indication of the gastronomical delights I savored this morning for breakfast. I went to The Leela.

The Leela is a hotel chain in India, and they’re known for being extravagant. The one in Bangalore is built on the ruins of an old palace, and is about as big as a museum, and I didn’t even get to see the whole thing! I can’t think of a chain similar to that in the US, because this doesn’t cater to lower prices at all. This is made for the ultra-rich, and they have no qualms with it. (One night is $270 – Rs. 8,000 – and that’s for the lowest room.)

But onto this morning. They have a breakfast buffet, and trust me, it’s not your regular buffet. The room is split into three sections, one dedicated to pastries and baked goods, the second to freshly-cooked kitchen items and fruits and ‘accessories’ as I call them, and then another for Indian fare.

I went to the kitchen area and ordered waffles and Eggs Benedict. Then I perused around for accessories and got: fresh fruits, cheeses from all over the world, crisp crusty crackers, smoked salmon(I never thought I’d EVER see that here!), pate, sausages, and a flaky golden-brown chocolate-filled danish.

Continuing on about how good it was is non-sensical. I’ll just say it was among the best food I’ve ever had. No wait. I think it WAS the best I’ve ever had. (Other than good ol’ Golden Corral of course…jk.) For Rs. 400 ($10), it’s actually a pretty thrifty deal. I’ll definitely be visiting again.. like.. next week. No. I’m not kidding, I’m THAT addicted. And with that, I’m out.