Bah. I thought we were finally going to see a blog post from HHH. With a title like 'Three', there couldn't have been more than three lines in the post. Happy bloggiversary.
2019 update for peeps unearthing old posts: A lot of the views here are products of their time, and of my still-being-shaped worldview. A lot of it, thus, will not be woke, awake or in any acceptable state of grogginess. People grow with time, and I really hope I have, too.
If I were to list a few things that will most definitely have not changed:
- I'm still romantic about the past, and it might still be the Alisha Chinai and Sukhbir-fuelled late 90s/early noughties that'll get most love.
- I'm still a United fan, and still hopelessly believe.
- I still love quizzing, despite the big bad world of open quizzing in meccas like Bangalore testing (and simultaneously reinforcing) that love every other weekend.
To the 2007-14 me: You were an ill-informed, stubborn and insufferable idiot. But you got to the point of recognising that by yourself, so you did something right.
Apart from being excessively talkative, boundlessly loquacious and immeasurably garrulous, I also just about happen to be a regular guy who brushes twice a day and loves coffee and good music.
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Bah. I thought we were finally going to see a blog post from HHH. With a title like 'Three', there couldn't have been more than three lines in the post.
Happy bloggiversary.
P.S. 3 is among my least favourite numbers.
Hehe, I know, been suffering from a loss of words lately. Don't worry, having taken some relaxatives, the verbal diarrhoea shouldn't be too far. :)
Birthday wishes from fellow fatso.
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