Sweating like crazy, I was drenched in my perspiration licking the salty water off my lips. This was hotter than I was used to on Earth, the pelunkan atmosphere was literally burning me up, roasting my tanned skin severely. Had to find it….what was the use of living, of going back, things would never be the same….it had to be here somewhere. Turning around I saw the huge black swarm headed my way just in time, I ducked quickly, falling low to the ground. A few of the black ninches hit me unable to control their flight and blood began too ooze from various places in my body, I was hardly concerned. If I did'nt find it, I would have nothing to concern myself with anymore. Got up and started digging with the spade I had specially made out of carbon alloy, the same used by Angelina for grappling hooks while scaling the mountains as Mrs.Smith. The alloy had been found to be useful against thick dirt and a very effective combatant to mamphilarian limestone which made up most of the pelunkan crust. Thunk…thunk…I could'nt dig anymore. There was something solid wedged in the mamphiles. Using my bare hands to dislodge it, I heaved to and fro using all my body mass as the stubborn piece came grinding loose in my hand. Could it be this….I remembered the ancient Scandinavian saying "having no idea how it looks like makes finding so much tougher" and as my mind wandered searching its depths for the person who'd said it to me, my sweat dripped onto the piece and froze. I was ecstatic….my mind was getting crushed deciding how to celebrate this discovery, triumphs of joy echoed in my head as I used the special liquid form my knapsack to clean off the mamphile dust that had accumulated on it over the years. It had been so long, the elders had secured the piece very well indeed. For the last 5 years we, the people of earth had sent countless explorers on the search for the Remote Control to the Sun, earth had been steadily grinding to a halt its natural resources and habitat reduced to meagre portions. It had been predicted that in another 2 days the earth would have stopped spinning and cooled down to solid ice…unless the remote control to the sun were found and the sun turned on again. No one had been prepared for this…that the natural sun would die out had always been a distinct possibility, it was the reason the artificial sun project had been formed, but no one had anticipated meteor lungeller to hit the sun and wipe it out in a single blow. The map to the remote had been lost over the generations and so few had even known of its existense. Enough rumination over the distant past…all that would change, water would flow again and the plants would grow, birds would roam the earth and humans would be able to come out of hiding and resume lives without fear of the end of the world. Putting on my Rayban's, I hit the concealed button on the piece…and lay down as the warmth flooded me, for the first time in five years.

My, my, not much has been accomplished in the last year. However, SternM has, within a span of 12 months, managed to play MMORPG's, read blogs, become a Harry Potter fan, visualize the Mahabhaarath, write lyrics, play trivia games, bitch about visitors, chase nice smelling women along the pavement, perform murder, commit suicide, talk to God, travel back in time and catch chick flicks amidst all this hulla-bulla. I would consider this a reasonably good quality life for a one year old, despite ommitting several other good shtuff that can never be said for lack of privacy. So here's wishing SternM a glorious 5-day belated birthday, never thought you'd make it this far buddy, keep wobbling. As is tradition, let me introduce you to some blogs that seem to have potential, or not. zaph has one post and will not add anymore until you break his impenetrable "self contradictory to its own existence" logic. wittynathan , allready mentioned has put forth some interesting theories on the emotional, physical and mental axii of man while areille keeps exploring herself throwing in her cats to add a feline touch to her feminine posts. Kitsch has gracefully replaced ChicklitIndia who quit blogging under that pseudonym while prasadu always has some interesting tidbits or clips to share. Also on the watchlist are euphorictrance and grassypatch but whether they will provide any goodness, only time will tell.

The term chick flick is slang, often derisive, for a movie that appeals mainly to women or young girls, either by design or in popular opinion (Source:Wiki) for example The Princess Diaries, Cinderella. I am a huge fan of high testosterone movies such as XXX, Fight Club, etc, however, I also happen to be a good fan of the former genre and have avidly seen movies including Mean Girls, Girl next door, Even Stevens the movie, The Princess diaries, Legally Blonde, The Prince and I. There is however a clear line that distinguishes romance from chick flicks and I prefer, once again, the former. Romantic comedy being my favourite genre on the whole, I have viewed many many times the following movies and even have favourite scenes/lines from it. This might hold more or less no appeal to most but I also consider this my personal (not private though) diary and would love to read my own posts after a few years and this is one for those later times.

" Good morning Sir, this is Alexander. How may I help you? " hmph, it was late and I was tired like a dog on the street that had just been through an hour of spin class at the local gymnasium. In no mood for the polite conversations that were the mandatory duty of any responsible call center associate, I flicked the red switch on and admired the brilliant sound of silence that ensued from the noise reducion Bose headset I had on. Hummmm….hissssssss…..loud crackle, I tapped my headset to remove the buzzing noise that had startled me as I relaxed in the beauty of my quiet environment. Nearly jumping out of my comfortable leather chair, I looked over the desk to make sure no one was playing a prank. The red switch was ON and I could still hear a familiar voice saying "next caller on line 1". I played along with the phone deciding there was probably something wrong with the switching system. It was the most child-like yet commanding voice I had ever heard come out of anyone's larynx. ALEXANDER, YOU HAVE SINNED. YOU HAVE PUT TOO MANY PEOPLE ON HOLD TODAY. I was about to disconnect but could'nt will my hands to move, it was as if my brain was telling it what to do, but the limbs were thinking on their own. I tried reaching over for my coffee, which I accomplished with remarkable ease. However, the moment my brain decided to flick the switch my hands simply turned against the order. It was like they were selectively rebelling against my own wishes. This was too much for me, not strange anymore, but spooky and scary, I started shivering as I groped my mind for any logical explanation to this madness I seemed to be trapped in. Straining my ear, I tried to listen to him, GOD, the word popping into my head like I'd known it all the time. I HAVE BEEN WATCHING YOU MAKE INNOCENT PEOPLE NEARLY BREAK DOWN TO TEARS ON THEIR 1 800 CALL. BY THE END OF THIS MINUTE YOU WILL HAVE LOST THAT WHICH IS MOST REQUIRED FOR YOUR PROPER FUNCTIONING AT WORK. GOODBYE. Hello, hello…..crackle, bzzzzzzz. As abruptly as it had begun, the static died and once again the calm of the Bose noise cancellation headset filled the air. I hardly found it calming, it was a sinister silence and I felt the urge to scream. No, there was something wrong, I tried to scream and a huge loud sound emnated from my chest working its way through the throat only to fall dead at my lips. Thud! I got off the floor with a bang unwrapping myself from my comforter. I was still shaking from my strange nightmare when I noticed the date on the wall calendar, it was 7th March 1876. A raspberry coloured mahogany desk stood on my bedside with a plain white open letter on it that read "YOUR SUBMISSION TOWARDS US PATENT 174,465 HAS BEEN ACCEPTED AND GRANTED BY THE USPTO". I looked up towards nothing in particular and shook my head in agony as I realized the extreme punishment that had been dealt out to me for simply making folks wait unnecessarily on 1 800 calls. Oh well, at least I'd be famous soon…...

It was bad times, it was the worst of times. The moon threw a silvery streak across the water as I waded into the waves. The gentle lapping of the ocean across the soft white sands had long been my companion since birth. Five years had passed since we first met, I could still remember her warmth and beauty as we lay on the sand facing the starry sky. And then three years ago, how could I forget the day my breath almost stilled. She'd fooled me and they'd both been planning it all the time. My mind was still writhing in disbelief as I watched helplessly when she scuttled my yatch while I lay tied to the mast. It had taken me a year to recover form the trauma, lucky the local guard caught the auto distress signal. And now two years after it all, I was back at the same spot looking out at the ominous night, when she came. She came to tell me she was sorry. I listened patiently as she explained that he'd beaten her and left her stranded in the jungles of Kaluhamman just a few months later. She was sorry, sorry she'd ever done me worng, sorry for all the pain, tears flowing down her cheeks, she was heaving and frail as she bent on her knees asking for forgiveness. As the anger in me subsided, I mumbled a silent prayer looking out into the water as her body washed away, pools of blood around my feet. As I held the stained Swiss knife in my hand, I wondered why I felt a sudden calm wash over me as I plunged it into myself, falling into the waters heavily as my internal organs tainted with salt water and started to collapse. I could see the stars fading in the distance as I lay in the water waiting to pass away into the night, there would be no local guard tonight, it was all over, it was the darkest of times.