It was a big long one. The day, I mean.

Met Ram in the morning, had a Mysore Masal Dosa at Komala's at his expense. To my surprise he didn't carry a mobile. A guy in Singapore without a mobile is either a bum or a tourist. This guy has been here for three years. I respect the dude's philosophy of separating his personal and professional life, though I doubt if I will follow his example. Even though he didn't paint a pretty picture, he said he would do the best he would and will get back to me within a couple of days. We were walking towards City Hall, and it was almost good bye time. Then he offered me a fag, and I took it. Hell. I have to learn to say now. Though it's been a long time since I have burnt my own cash on fags, I just can't seem to be able to refuse the freebies. And then there is Baj trying to tempt me into splitting a pack with him. It's as if the whole world wants me to start again. No!

Ta paod two Rasam Vadai for Cypher and Maverick. Meditated in the train all the way back. When I opened my eyes at Tanjong Pagar, the most beautiful girl I had seen in, say, two days was sitting right in front of me. Well, she got off somewhere between there and Jurong East I think, because she wasn't there when I next opened my eyes, at Jurong East. Went to Cypher's room to realise that the gang was about to go to Raffles to get the Dude a new mobile. The Dude had left his mobile and his simcard back home, so we legged it back all the way to Raffles again. Raffles, by the way is as close to City Hall as you can get, whence I had just returned.

Photon and some other bloke couldn't catch our train so we waited for them at Lakeside. Blast, their train was crowded and we had to stand a while. The other bloke was going to get US$540 from Emirates because they had misplaced his luggage. Sweet. He had flown and returned from India at no cost, and had actually made a profit in the process. We talked briefly about our idea of a wireless network within museums for easy information access on portable devices. We had a little difference whether prostitution was legal in Singapore. I still don't know if it is. Though Sendu and Dabs and I had made a business plan when we learnt that prostitution was legal in Holland. Ah, the spirit of enterpreneurship. I am not sure where I stand on prostitution.

The Dude dabbled for two hours, Bahri got his screen cleaned, and Baj conned the Starhub guys into giving his phone an overhaul for free. The Dude finally chose a Nokia 8250, much to the disappointment of the gang, for its an outdated model, and the Dude did dabble for two hours. We decided to eat at Kamat's at Lau Pa Sat, but the shop was closed. The non-veges decided to have some satay while Baj and I, being veges had an ice cream. Sarvana Bhavan was closed, too. Baj, being on IA, started acting like he was. Let's eat at Subway! I wasn't very hungry, but the freshies hadn't seen Boat Quay so we legged it. Once again, I displayed my disdain for the traffic signals, and the rest followed suit, all but Maverick. Maverick's logic was simple, I don't want to get fined. He will make a good drone. The meanest part of it all was that there was this white couple standing at the crossing for like half a minute or so, and I just surged past them, saying, 'People should be intelligent enough to know that it's safe to cross when there is no traffic coming.' Didn't mean to hurt them.

As we reached Subway, Maverick and Photon realised they didn't have cash, so they ran back to withdraw some. We ordered, and dug in. Cypher had roast beef, Bahri had meatballs, Baj had vege patty and I had vege delite. Maverick and Photon came in and Maverick gushed, "I was approached by a hooker" I said, "Yeah right, hookers on Boat Quay, no way" Cypher is like, "No dude, there are." Maverick got some chicken shit and Photon had a teriyaki chicken. After we had finished, we decided to find the hooker, just to prove or disprove if Boat Quay had hookers or not. Baj got some cookies from Coffee Bean. As he was eating, a girl asked him, "Are the cookies nice?" I don't know what Baj thought she said, but he completely ignored her. I told him how rude I thought that was. He had thought that she was asking him to eat in a restaurant where she worked or something. He decided to go back and apologise. But this time the girl ignored him. Sweet justice.

On our way back, we discovered an interesting occurence, the proof for which we are working on now.

"For every x, where x is the set of girls that guys love to bitch about in groups, there exists at least one Jhumri y where y is the set of all single males, such that y will rush to x's defence when she is being bitched about."

This was followed by a long list of girls that had been bitched about in NTU for the past 4 years and their Jhumris. When we came to Cypher's room, Maverick finished his mission with some back seat strategising from me. The other guys decided to watch Analyse That. Mathur's comp got jacked royally and he came looking for help. So the Dude and Cypher went, I was too busy helping Maverick's boomers be more effective. Now then, Cypher called me and we reached a concensus that Mathur's RAM was jacked. Let's hope we are right, for Mathur's sake. We started watching Analyse That, but the print was too bad and so was the quality. I couldn't take it after a while. So I just walked off, came to my room, read about the Ramayana on the pot, posted a few comments on Sukanya's blog and decided to update my own. The sleep is travelling to my fingers now. Cypher has finished downloading The Pianist, but my eyes cannot take it any more, I must crash. Thus I go from whence I came, once again. Adios.