-Kaleem
In the intermediate hours between waking up and doing something useful, I decided to create this blog. Soon everyone will be heading their separate ways and doing very different things. Hopefully this blog will help to bridge the distances between the paths of life each of us chooses to take. -Luke
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Tis' the season to be jolly!
-Kaleem
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Monday, December 17, 2007
A Tribute to the real Sivaghi The B.O.S.S. --- Abdul Malik (Servant of the King, alternatively, King of Servants)
1. He gets directly involved in a bargain about Thai Honies shortly upon arrival in Phuket.

The 3 reasons why Malik is as religious as he seems to be:
2. He displays unmatched faith and remains unfazed in the face of imminent death by Christian zealots.
3. Despite facing strong temptations from the secular world to spot a havoc hairdo, he chooses to destroy the havoc look with a few swift and determined strokes of his brush.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Safety 101

Disclaimer: the following content is exclusively meant to provide a safety warning to readers of the blog; the identity of the person in the above image is purely meant to be anonymous and can be analogous to a cartoon drawing with a stick-man subject (the only problem is i can't draw).
For those uninitiated, there are proper ways to wear a life jacket. First, you have to find one that fits you well. Next and more importantly, you have to tighten your waist strap. Failure to do both these 2 steps will result in the above, where the life jacket jacks up your armpits and your body may slip under should you accidentally raise your arms.
-Kenneth Wong
P.S the above caution doesn't apply to superheroes or immortals such as Siwaji-da-boss since he never dies.
The Marooned 5
Chapter 2
None of us will soon forget the bustling street known as Bangla Road which we set our eyes upon on the very night that we got our asses rocked of at the unparallelled Rock City. Ken may have gotten his ass rocked off later in the night than the rest of us though, since he decided that rock city was tame enough for him to have a nap in.
Chapter 3
Patong Beach, home to massages, hair braiding, expensive umbrellas and crocodiles... We were lucky to emerge unscathed, especially since in addition to the crocodiles, Phuket is littered with numerous land mines...
Chapter 4
The speedboat we took to Phi Phi Island must be driftwood on the ocean by now, unless its hull is reinforced with titanium. Probably the least comfortable journey I have ever been on and yet one that I have no regrets embarking upon, for paradise and most unexpectedly, a space explorer awaited us on the other side.
Chapter 5
As our journey reached its final chapter, I could not help but feel slightly overcast, much like the sky on our way to the airport. It was a trip of laughter, friendship and good times, not forgetting good food and it was saddening that it was nearing its end. The sea may wash away our footprints in the sand, destroying any evidence of our evanescent presence there, but our photos are testament to that havoc holiday of December 2007. Goodbye Phuket. Thanks for the memories. Big Style.
~The End~
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Everything happens for a reason, what's yours?
1) to dodge the gloom at Bristol
2) to take a hair-raising speed-boat ride that brought turbulence to a whole new level
3) to sip on my pina coladas and coconuts on white sandy beaches
4) to getta tan
5) to tantalize my palate with exotic food
6) to charm my eyes with the bikini/scantily-clad (strictly females with XX chromosomes mind you!) that pepper the beaches
7) to play one too many games of bridge even though I constantly dealt (cause somehow I always ended up shuffling) myself cards the salvation army would reject. it was one mother horrid night of cards.
8) to pander in the banter
9) to simply relax
10) to cherish the good times with my friends
With such big-time reasons like these, I cannot see why anyone would rather spend their last week of the academic term in school.
-Kenneth Wong