tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-192901282024-03-23T13:57:37.930-04:00*the cow hath speaketh*3rd avenuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17296640195931990917noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19290128.post-72426393563339169122007-10-07T00:07:00.000-04:002007-10-07T00:08:34.859-04:00the sky is blue<br />the leaves are red<br />why oh why<br />does it have to get cold?3rd avenuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17296640195931990917noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19290128.post-88703464165554314002007-02-09T14:50:00.000-05:002007-02-09T17:12:01.383-05:00update shupdateThere is a photography mag starting next month and they are requesting permission to publish my polar bear shot for their inaugural issue. I am still thinking about it; haven't given them the rights yet.<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KOa6C3huLr4/RczU1hpUo5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/HmkL9iMMflk/s1600-h/115339489_346fa39c6d_t.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KOa6C3huLr4/RczU1hpUo5I/AAAAAAAAAAg/HmkL9iMMflk/s400/115339489_346fa39c6d_t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029628899895845778" border="0" /></a><br /></span>It's bitterly cold over here. The entire week, wind chills varied between -28°C and -45°C. A little too nippy, if you ask me! It is so funny when you see the dogs strutting on the streets with their little paws stuck into waterproof socks. How just that one layer of fur is keeping them warm, beats me. They don't even have half the blubber Mr. Pen <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Guin</span> has.<br />I made beef in butternut-squash-sauce. It was quite good. So is the Cinnamon <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Dolce</span> Latte by Starbucks.<br />Cheers!3rd avenuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17296640195931990917noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19290128.post-41263381943550300402007-01-22T21:28:00.000-05:002007-01-29T22:15:31.190-05:00l o s t<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">aaaargh! i'm sick of waiting for it. air the rest of the episodes already!</span>3rd avenuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17296640195931990917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19290128.post-1166079757588358102006-12-15T17:01:00.000-05:002006-12-15T18:06:32.870-05:00hmmm<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >so now i get to </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >s<span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">h</span>o<span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">o</span>t</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" > a <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">w</span>e<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">d</span>d<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">i</span>n<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">g</span></span>...</span>3rd avenuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17296640195931990917noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19290128.post-1155808287021991712006-09-28T02:49:00.000-04:002006-10-04T16:25:28.986-04:003rd cow tale (part II)<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >THE DA COW CODE</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">for part one, click </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://cowbulletin.blogspot.com/2006/06/3rd-cow-tale-part-i.html">here</a><span style="font-style: italic;">.</span><br /><br />Cow's big belly was tied in knots and she knew this was not a good sign. usually when Cow felt uneasy, something was not right. not knowing what was happening but having a horrid feeling in her gut was making her very anxious.<br /><br />the leaves on the trees were rustling and the wind was howling through the nests. Cow noticed that the itty bitty birdies were not in their homes and the squirrels were missing from their tree throws. the uneven grass bent northeast as a draft blew violently across it. it seemed as if mother nature was trying to warn everyone of the approaching danger.<br /><br />Cow nervously stood up. her head felt whoozy and she spread her hooves to stand a bit more steadily on the straw. her stomach was hurting really bad and she felt hungry, so she regurgitated some grass and chewed for a little while and shut her eyes in an attempt to calm down.<br /><br />Cow opened her eyes and blinked. she was no longer where she thought she was. Cow was in a bright blue kayak that had a big yellow parakeet painted at the front. Cow swallowed and held her and breath and looked around. there was nothing but water all around her for miles. she screamed at the top of her bovine lungs and listened to the echoes of her own screams.<br /><br />"oh dear god, where on earth am i?"<br /><br />(... to be continued)3rd avenuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17296640195931990917noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19290128.post-1156404448960613382006-08-24T03:23:00.000-04:002006-08-24T06:23:32.856-04:00gone fishingbrb3rd avenuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17296640195931990917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19290128.post-1153363899216228552006-07-27T00:51:00.000-04:002006-09-28T14:43:44.313-04:00sunny, summery<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/217/4998/400/sunny%20boy.jpg"><img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/217/4998/480/sunny%20boy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />summer has arrived. officially.<br />it is so hot, all i can think of is cool, crisp lemonade, blue, beautiful swimming pools and thandey thandey lawn kay kapray... maybe even swim in a malmal ka suit in a tank of cucumber water. anyone else interested?3rd avenuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17296640195931990917noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19290128.post-1147794373745099542006-06-05T00:10:00.000-04:002006-09-29T07:43:11.643-04:003rd cow tale (part I)<span style="font-style: italic;">classes have made my situation such that i feel like there is a fort around me. the mother of all aerodynamic bovinity is now flightless. ho-hum, what drama. </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />what did you expect? i am bored. </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">i love joey (how YOU doin'?). he is so stupid and funny, utterly loveable. i can't believe its over.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">i i had my level 2 swimming class this weekend... ooh what fun. learning the breaststroke now. </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">anyhow, enough rambling aimlessly, i felt like writing a funny story (oh, joey, me love, you have inspired me). </span><span style="font-style: italic;">presenting...... *drum rolls* (don't forget the seetiyaan)</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >THE DA COW CODE</span> (how you doin' Dan Brown?)<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span><br />it was a cool, calm night. the sky was studded with stars and the moon was shining pale, yet bright enough to show the deep grooves. a gentle wind blew through the trees. the crickets were chirping and the owl was hooting.<br /><br />Cow was asleep, comfortable in her warm straw bed, dreaming her favourite dream of being soaked in a buttermilk bath, sipping on a grass-shake, when she was awakened by a sudden stir in the tranquility of the purple skies. she broke into cold sweats. her instinct told her something was wrong.<br /><br />(... to be continued)<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span>3rd avenuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17296640195931990917noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19290128.post-1148025004726835172006-05-19T03:50:00.000-04:002006-05-19T03:50:59.930-04:00the ultimate question<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/217/4998/400/will%20you%20frandship%20me.jpg"><img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/217/4998/480/will%20you%20frandship%20me.jpg" border="0" /></a>3rd avenuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17296640195931990917noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19290128.post-1147792277187887762006-05-16T11:11:00.000-04:002006-09-28T14:43:53.796-04:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/217/4998/400/moomoo.jpg"><img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/217/4998/480/moomoo.jpg" border="0" /></a>3rd avenuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17296640195931990917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19290128.post-1146199145498245942006-04-28T00:39:00.000-04:002006-05-20T22:16:55.786-04:00dead cow<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/217/4998/400/deadcow.jpg"><img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/217/4998/480/deadcow.jpg" border="0" /></a>3rd avenuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17296640195931990917noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19290128.post-1144974291434987592006-04-14T16:22:00.000-04:002006-04-28T16:36:03.563-04:00orkutti<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4565/645/1600/oh%20no%2C%20what%20will%20fido%20dido%20say.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4565/645/400/oh%20no%2C%20what%20will%20fido%20dido%20say.jpg" alt="" border="0" /><br /></a><br />okay lovers. stupid orkut is back.3rd avenuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17296640195931990917noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19290128.post-1144097955656984282006-04-03T16:58:00.000-04:002006-04-04T18:28:26.840-04:00swim class over :(<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4565/645/1600/Cow_tightrope.1.0.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4565/645/200/Cow_tightrope.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />i can swim to the bottom of the pool now.<br />i can do somersaults, too.<br /><br />:D3rd avenuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17296640195931990917noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19290128.post-1143564939460025942006-03-28T11:53:00.000-05:002006-04-07T12:39:15.880-04:00confucious say<span style="font-size:130%;">Confucious Say... He who go to bed with itchy bum, wake up with stinky finger.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4565/645/1600/Cow_swim.0.0.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4565/645/200/Cow_swim.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">you must see the rest</span><a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://bazangi.blogspot.com/2006/03/mootown-blues-reds-and-other-colors.html"> here</a>3rd avenuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17296640195931990917noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19290128.post-1142968675837233012006-03-21T14:16:00.000-05:002006-09-28T14:56:52.190-04:00splash backfabulous mindless addiction, link available <a href="http://halai.blogspot.com/2006/03/another-time-waster.html">here.</a><br />i got to level 22.<br />beat that.3rd avenuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17296640195931990917noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19290128.post-1142305287061122062006-03-13T21:54:00.000-05:002006-09-28T14:56:52.496-04:00rainy daysno more snow. the clouds have opened their hearts and started crying an annoying endless spray of water. drip drip drip drip.<br /><br />i put on flippers after my swimming class yesterday. i am nowhere close to being a strong swimmer yet, nor is my technique right, so it takes me about 3 minutes to do a lap. with the flippers, it took me no more than 30 seconds to complete a lap. did 50+ laps. damn, that was fun. legs felt like rubber for hours after. still, damn good fun. definitely worth it.3rd avenuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17296640195931990917noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19290128.post-1142026844598801422006-03-10T16:40:00.000-05:002006-04-07T18:11:27.740-04:00frosty cows<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4565/645/1600/110593622_2172e06432.0.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4565/645/200/110593622_2172e06432.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4565/645/1600/110593622_2172e06432.jpg"><br /></a>3rd avenuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17296640195931990917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19290128.post-1139711289922092622006-02-11T21:08:00.000-05:002006-08-20T13:22:31.510-04:00swim swim part II (tier 1--good lordy!)i have bungee jumped in vegas and buffalo a few years ago, but standing so high above the water and looking down at the bottom of the 14+ feet deep damn pool is one helluva nerve-wracking experience. <br /><br />agitated, i kept debating with myself, whether throwing myself onto a liquid wall should be worth it or not. i kept going to the edge and coming back. the lifeguard could see how nervous i was and suggested turning the bubbler on. you cant see the bottom of the pool once the bubbler is frothing, and supposedly you dont go down as deep either. <br /><br />i took a deep breath and looked down with trembling knees and a fluttering heart. finally, i decided to just go ahead and jump. it was horrifyingly fabulous. my heart raced, the adrenalin pumped and the water refused to come soon enough. i think waiting for hitting the water is the worst part ever. it feels like an infinite moment in a twisted, gravitationally-challenged galaxy.<br /><br />weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee (inside my mind, crying, 'god save me') and SPLASH!<br /><br />phew! i'm alive! i made it. i should be presented on fear factor or survivor or something... hehehe.<br /><br />ofcourse, that wasn't the last time i jumped down.<br /><br />today, i went to the beautiful aqua tank again and jumped down some more.<br /><br />i do have a horrendously stiff neck from the endless hours of hydro activity.<br />was it worth it?<br /><br />oh who knows..... i guess i'm gonna find out in the morning.<br /><br />disclaimer:<br />don't be stupid and try this without the supervision of a lifeguard. the bubbler can choke you and you can break your bones if you fall the wrong way in water.3rd avenuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17296640195931990917noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19290128.post-1139607388171404512006-02-10T16:34:00.000-05:002006-02-12T03:17:47.923-05:00swim swim part Ias papita and lucifer know, i've been wanting to learn how to swim since i was a teensy tot in diapers.<br />well this term, i finally started swimming classes (woohoo!)<br />i'm still not much of a swimmer yet, but last class, i went to the deep end of the gorgeous olympic pool we have here at the university. tried the slide, jumping down the diving board, and playing tarzan and jane on the rope thingamajig, and all on in 14 feet of water! (i'm so proud of me)<br /><br />woohoo :D<br /><br />i have my heart set on getting past tier 1, or tower 1 today. its about 8 feet high, maybe 9. lets see if i will actually be able to do it. <br />will fill u in on how it went, or if i even got the chance to do it today.<br /><br />challo tata.3rd avenuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17296640195931990917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19290128.post-1138084288797034202006-01-24T01:24:00.000-05:002006-06-02T23:20:07.656-04:00moo manure and whale vomit (2nd cow tale)<span style="font-style: italic;">ek dafa ka zikar hai</span> (once upon a time), a cow was strutting down a <span style="font-style: italic;">galli</span>, with her tail swishy-swashing behind her, and a blade of grass balanced delicately between her teeth. cow was humming the tune for a new beat she had heard playing on the radio that morning.<br />"right here, right now............" la la la laaaaaaaaaa.<br />ofcourse in her <span style="font-style: italic;">masti, </span>she did not notice the big brown poop she had gotten rid of after the quality time she had spent hanging out with her best friend, Bull Saab. ofcourse, the inevitable happened. yep. cow stepped into her own manure.<br />now she is at the spa, getting herself a much needed pedicure. her nails are going to be red tonight. she has her hooves crossed that Bull Saab will foot the bill.<br />i dont think he should. do you?<br /><br /><br />on a side note,<span style="font-weight: bold;"> who here would pick up whale vomit?<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><b></b></span>Leon Wright and his wife took home a 14.75kg lump of ambergris, found in the innards of sperm whales and used in perfumes after it has been vomited up.<br />Sought after because of its rarity, ambergris can float on the ocean for years before washing ashore.<br />Worth up to $20 a gram, Mr Wright's find on a South Australian beach could net his family US$295,000 (£165,300).<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/4642722.stm">http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/4642722.stm</a></span>3rd avenuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17296640195931990917noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19290128.post-1137024968675308582006-01-11T19:15:00.000-05:002006-01-17T17:46:01.206-05:00runaway bovinenessthe story of a <a href="http://msnbc.msn.com/id/10796026/?GT1=7538">runaway cow</a>3rd avenuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17296640195931990917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19290128.post-1136935457521706052006-01-10T18:21:00.000-05:002006-09-28T14:56:53.860-04:00Eid Mubarak!click <a href="http://atrophyingsenses.blogspot.com/2006/01/eid-mubarak-everyone.html"> this</a>.<br />(no tricks)3rd avenuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17296640195931990917noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19290128.post-1135687732742092572005-12-27T07:42:00.000-05:002005-12-27T07:48:52.796-05:00cow with missing feetcow ate <span style="font-style: italic;">paaye</span> recently.<br />(YUM!)<br />for those of you who dont know what <span style="font-style: italic;">paaye</span> is, please go to a South Asian restaurant and order some.<br />*slurp*3rd avenuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17296640195931990917noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19290128.post-1135179677776697062005-12-21T10:35:00.001-05:002005-12-21T10:43:17.743-05:00positive thinkinga little bird in the sky.<br />you look up,<br />it shits in your eye.<br />you dont mind,<br />and you dont cry.<br />you just thank God<br />that cows dont fly!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;">~a forward~</span></div>3rd avenuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17296640195931990917noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19290128.post-1134796427820218802005-12-17T18:23:00.000-05:002005-12-20T23:16:02.206-05:00sexy bad boy<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">cow bulletin update</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">:</span><br />i bought a new camera, mashaAllah.<br />it's a sexy, coal coloured professional bad boy.... ;)<br /><br />cow's <a href="http://photoh2.blogspot.com/">cornucopia</a> shall be busy showing off the gorgeous gadget's output, post exams.<br /><br />i still love my digimax. it has given me the luxury of taking some lurvely pictures.<br />inshaAllah, post exams, i will install the magical photoshop.<br /><br />*glee*<br />la la la la lalalalala laaaaaaaaa!3rd avenuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17296640195931990917noreply@blogger.com1