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Before i go on I should inform you all i was in-charge of the dance music. We woke up and had some sausages at my uncles apartment and decided that we shall go do some last minute shopping at the local mall for the wedding as there were some who needed shoes and ties and you can imagine the rest of the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went back to the mall wid the uber expensive kebabs and realised it was a fucking big mall in the suburbs. While the rest shopped a couple of us just hanged around checking out the local 'stock' and I wasnt too impressed. There were so many Asians and Indians around and would you believe it the mall even serves Halal food. That was probably the only culture shock i got in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked out the local music store but i wasnt very impressed with their prices and selections. By now i had a very bad hangover so we got lunch and went back to the apartment to get some rest and i had to go down the club to test the music and guess who was also helping out with the music.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, none other than the most beautiful girl i have ever met. She was due to play the violin. Either she wasnt very good playing the violin or I was tone deaf, but oh god, she looked so fine and classy just standing there with the violin. Or maybe i just wasnt listening to her playing so much. Hard to remember such details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow that also helped soothe the headache so maybe she can play the violin after all. Back at the apartment i found out that we needed to make one final airport run so i decided to join Pravin as we would be back just in time for the wedding. Needless to say, the worse happened. The flight was delayed and I missed the wedding ceremony. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back just in time to get ready for the reception. That gal, lets just call her R from now on as the term that beautiful gal is just too bloody long to type, was wearing a red dress and looked absolutely amazing. I started of the night with some red wine partly because it was red in colour as well. I sat down at my pre assigned table and lo and behold, another fine gal was sitting at the table beside mine. Later i found out that the new gals were Sunny's childhood friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this gal was wearing a silver coloured dress( i maybe wrong with the dress colour, you will understand why in a few moments), so i shall call her silver from now on. And she got up and oh my god, she had an ass on her that was just heavenly. It was just round and juicy and just gave every single guy in that room a hard on. Sadly she was married but that did not stop her from bending over at every oppurtunity that was presented to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the best view(at least i would like to think), as Silver was seated right in from of me and R was right behind me. Not too sure what happened during the wedding. All i remember is switching to Champagne after seeing that round and brown ass and staring at it the whole nite. I also chatted up the waitresses who were kinda cute and got the wedding couples 1st dance music on the way and then i think the champagne started to hit me. So i went out for some fresh air and R came out as well with some little cousins of mine and she was looking for her dad's car to get some stuff so we directed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt better and went in and i had a few more champagnes and i saw Susheel talking to Silver and her sister. Hung out with my family for a bit and then really felt the champagne getting to my head. 15 glasses in 3 hours was probably a bit too much so i figured it was time for me to head to bed before i do anything stupid. I took the music back with me as nobody was dancing anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back and knocked off. Later i found out that there was a lot happened after i left including a couple of unwanted and unimaginable incidents. For more details on those incidents, please DO NOT bother asking me unless i am HIGH on absynthe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733907-6702554617372504815?l=lordoftheories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This was mainly due to the fact someone came knocking at the door. We got up got dressed, had breakfast and then started to wonder what should we do for the stag nite. Decided to go and visit Sunny and Sue at their new place. We found it after bumbling around for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st thing i noticed was this absolutely hot chick in their living room. Was probably the most beautiful girl i have ever met before. Sadly she was underaged (maybe she just turned 18 but i didnt particularly wanna ask that in front of her parents, her dad looked exceptionally mean at us young bachelors esp after the wedding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to take a drive to the beach (in winter). We passed the nude beach but decided not to check it out that day as there were kids around and anyway we didnt expect many nudist on a cold winters day anyway. The weather was kinda foggy anyway so we just took a walk on the beach and oh wow there were just so many seashells. Heck there was probably more seashells that sand on that beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to catch nature at its best when we saw some birds diving to catch some fish. We couldnt figure out what kind of birds they were but it was white and big and sure as hell wasnt a pigeon. We were starving after the walk and we went to Werribee shopping centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the most horrible kebab that cost me 11 Aussie Dollars. We met up Sue and her aunties and the rest of the ladies who was shopping around there and went back to our apartments as Pravin and Sai had to make an airport run. I had the sports car for that evening and decided to make a beer run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got some Konigs and some other German beers and we were just chilling around. The great Raja Mama arrived soon and some old wounds were re-opened but that a story for another day. We went to Sunny's place for dinner but there was no dinner, so Sai went on a Pizza run while me and Pravin went to pick up Roy and Family and Hugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given a warning not let someone's husband drink or I will find myself dead in the morning but i still dunno whose wife warned me as i was too scared to look behind. But both Roy and Hugh drank to glory last nite and i survived so i guess i may have imagined that (Black label does make u imagine things).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Sunny's place and we had some amazing pizza and had an amazing show where everyone was given a dose of hard truth and a show in the form of the Taliban Dance. Was good but a proper stag nite would have been more memoreable. We carried Sue's brother in law back to the aparments and we continued in the bachelor's pad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugh and Roy were reminiscing their glory days and after much alcohol, Hugh tried to pick a fight with Susheel. 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Onam celebrates the visit of King Mahabali to the state of Kerala every year. The festival is celebrated with fervour as King Mahabali is greatly respected by his subjects. King Mahabali is also popularly called Maveli and Onathappan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reign of King Mahabali&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story goes that the beautiful state of Kerala was once ruled by an Asura (demon) king, Mahabali. The King was greatly respected in his kingdom and was considered to be wise, judicious and extremely generous. It is said that Kerala witnessed its golden era in the reign of King Mahabali. Everybody was happy in the kingdom, there was no discrimination on the basis of caste or class. Rich and poor were equally treated. There was neither crime, nor corruption. People did not even lock their doors, as there were no thieves in that kingdom. There was no poverty, sorrow or disease in the reign of King Mahabali and everybody was happy and content. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brief Sketch of King Mahabali&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be noted Mahabali was the son of Veerochana and grandson of Prahlad, the devout son of demon King Hiranyakashyap. Mahabali had a son called Bana, who became a legendary king in his own right and became popular as Banraj in central Assam. Mahabali belonged to the Asura (demon) dynasty but was an ardent worshiper of Lord Vishnu. His bravery and strength of character earned him the title of "Mahabali Chakravathy" or Mahabali - the King of Kings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Challenge for Gods&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the growing popularity and fame of King Mahabali Gods became extremely concerned and jealous. They felt threatened about their own supremacy and began to think of a strategy to get rid of the dilemma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To curb the growing reign of Mahabali and maintain their own supremacy, Aditi, the mother of Gods seeked help of Lord Vishnu (the preserver in the Hindu trinity) whom Mahabali worshiped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was said Mahabali was very generous and charitable. Whenever anybody approached him for help or requested for anything he always granted. To test the King, Lord Vishnu disguised himself as a dwarf and a poor Brahmin called Vamana. He came to the Kingdom of Mahabali, just after Mahabali performed his morning prayers and was preparing to grant boons to Brahmins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lord Vishnu takes Vamana Avatar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disguised as Vamana, Vishnu said he was a poor Brahmin and asked for a piece of land. The generous King said, he could have as much land as he wanted. The Brahmin said that he just wanted as much land as could be covered by his three steps. The King was surprised to hear but agreed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A learned adviser of the King, Shukracharya sensed that Vamana was not an ordinary person and warned the King against making the promise. But, the generous King replied that it would be a sin for a King to back on his words and asked the Brahmin to take the land. The King could not imagine that the dwarf Brahmin was Lord Vishnu himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as King Mahabali agreed to grant the land, Vamana began to expand and eventually increased himself to the size of cosmic proportions. With his first step the Brahmin boy covered the whole of earth and with the other step he covered the whole of the skies. He then asked King Mahabali where is the space for him to keep his third foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The King realised that he was no ordinary Brahmin and his third step will destroy the earth. Mahabali with folded hands bowed before Vamana and asked him to place his last step on his head so that he could keep the promise. The Brahmin placed his foot on the head of the King, which pushed him to patala, the nether world. There the King requested the Brahmin to reveal his true identity. Lord Vishnu then appeared before the King in his person. The Lord told the King that he came to test him and the King won the test. King Mahabali was pleased to see his lord. Lord Vishnu also granted a boon to the King. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;King Mahabali Requests for a Visit to Kerala&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The King was so much attached with his Kingdom and people that he requested that he be allowed to visit Kerala once in a year. Lord Vishnu was moved by the Kings nobility and was pleased to grant the wish. He also blessed the King and said even after losing all his worldly possessions, the King would always be loved by Lord Vishnu and his people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genesis of Onam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the day of the visit of King Mahabali to Kerala that is celebrated as Onam every year. The festival is celebrated as a tribute to the sacrifice of King Mahabali. Every year people make elaborate preparations to welcome their King whom they affectionately call Onathappan. They wish to please the spirit of their King by depicting that his people are happy and wish him well. The second day, Thiruvonam is the biggest and the most important day of this festival. It is believed that King Mahabali visits his people on the second day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onam celebrations are marked in Trikkakara, a place 10 km from Kochi (Cochin) on the Edapally- Pookattupadi road. Trikkara is said to be the capital of the mighty King Mahabali. A temple with a deity of 'Trikkakara Appan' or 'Vamanamurthy' who is Lord Vishnu himself in disguise is also located at this place. Nowhere else in Kerala can one find a deity of 'Vamanamurthy'. This fascinating legend is artistically depicted at the Suchindram Temple in Kanyakumari district of Tamil Nadu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733907-5561569572765051235?l=lordoftheories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Or is Lamp Burger, or Limburger? I dunno but its those lamps that can pretty much kill viruses even.....Heck if they can kill the common cold virus these buggers would be richer than any of us can ever imagine..... But they say they got rid of the SARS virus in Singapore......But you know me i wont say a thing if i think ur an idiot.....I will just laugh like hell when u guys leave me alone and write it on my blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ok. Lemme start from the beginning. 1st this hot looking chick calls me out. Says she is running a spa and she wants me to come and check it out. Tells me its a great business oppurtunity and all. Naturally i think its gonna be my lucky day....Heck what sane guy wont think like dat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i go down there and meet her and she shows me the place. She warned me it was pretty exclusive joint but heck i was so wowed at the set up i was impressed. But also alarm bells started going off. I know she definately aint rich enough to be able to afford something like this. So my 1st guess was that she was one of the Fake PRCs stocks they have there and i was supposed to be her knight in shining armor. After showing me the lamps ( and they are nice looking antique lamps that fetch up to RM80k) she shows me the entrance of the spa. And i figure this is where its gonna get interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she says we are not allowed in the spa but there are more floors blah blah blah....Ok so i just waited to see wht will happen next.....She takes me around to some place with a lot of tables and chairs and i think something feels really wrong here.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She takes me upstairs and starts talking about marguis and dukes and i realize i have gotten into some bad shit.....Then we go to another floor and i see lots more tables and chairs.....So i popped the big question...."What da fuck do you guys do?".....I mean i dont see any customers anywhere except ppl who look like her, well dressed and giving long lectures to ppl who looked like they hit the jackpot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She neva gives a straight anwser and thats when i realize that i may have heard this limburger shit before.... I remember its some kind of MLM scam.... I looked at my watch and decided what the hell, lets hear their whole scam and why not i post it on my forum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ok she introduces me to her leader who is challenging to be a monkey or something of that sort...1st they make some great small talk....asking me what i do and where i studied and all that stuff. Then they ask me if i am interested in knowing more. Since i have some experience with stuff like this i managed to fake my way into them believing that i was very interested.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she says she has a great marketing plan that can be explain in just 2 sheets of papers....Oh boy its that simple eh? Oh ya i almost forgot there was also this other guy who seems to think that he is a genious businessman....Too bad he is from a type of ppl where there is no such thing as a genious(I am not being stereotyped here, I am just stating a well known fact, I know there are many smart and clever ppl, but i dont know any geniouses yet, nor do i know of any one of them who could pull of a business deal where they arent in the losing end)...So i listen to this buggers story of how he wanted to open either a cyber cafe or a factory and he doesnt have the capital and the returns on such a business is not guaranteed and all that shit......And then he tells me how he found this business plan after being intro by some fren who sounds like he was a big jackass like this guy is and figured this plan was so amazingly "genious" that he would be stupid to miss out on it.....It was hard for me not to laugh at that moment but i knew i had to control myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the leader chick starts explaining all the products they have. They start by telling you how the food and water market has been conquered by many other businesses. And they also compare themselves to McDonalds and Starbuck and i cant help thinking how daft these ppl must be to think they are the same since those companies actually sells stuff while these buggers main income is not from their products. Then they introduce me to an unventured market...air market....They say everybody needs air and some shit about nobody having ventured into it before..... I guess they have neva lit up scented candles when they got laid b4....Or seen any of that potpurri stuff....But hey, you got to be really daft to join something like this anyway right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after explaining how they got dips on the air market, which she keeps calling "A-ir" as in water in Malay, she explain to me of the spa and the cosmetic products that go along with it. And so i think what the fuck lar, they spend 3 million on renovating a spa and i dont see them having any bloody customers at all... Then they inform me they are launching some new product soon at i think it was Shang Ri-La....Mentioned something about it being a great products....Then they told me all the branches they have and that they are the only ppl licensed to sell this shit....And i noticed something very obvious.....Their products are all so called French products but they dont even have a branch in France....So i naturally asked about this and they couldnt anwser me and tried to avoid it after that....By then i figured these products prob are produced in China or Taiwan and these ppl prob just own the brand which they just stick onto the products....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next i ask what is the damage for me to join something like this? And so they begin to explain their francising plans and how much i will get out of joining them. They start from the lowest end saying that minimum investment is about RM2k and they even go all out and quote some Malaysian Act that says they have to give a 10% discount on the joining fees and all....Guess i found the convincer...Most ppl would probably think since there is some legal law shit involved this thing is prob the real deal. Then she goes to explain how as we go up the level we get more points and how these points translates into more money for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some really crazy calculation which anybody who has an accounting background can tell u is way overstated they show me how i would stand to make a whopping 200k in just a couple of year and how i would be able to afford a sports car of my choice....They seem to thinks its all going great and they have found someone they can squeze money out of....So i make them sweat a little bit saying its late and i need to go home already....They get worried a little and so they upped the ante a little....They told me of a shortcut to getting to the 200k....and all it takes was an investment of 32k.....BTW, all these idiots are mostly students and dont have jobs of any kind so how they raise the money i have no clue....Then the leader gal starts telling me some sob story about how her dad earns a living selling coconuts for 30 cents and how she used to feel bad about getting pocket money from her dad and not really paying much attention to classes when she was in the uni, and after joining this she can start giving money to her parents and she says it feels so good. BTW they think i am from the estate and my parents are prob rubber tappers or something so i didnt spoil it for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt help wondering how they got the cash since both the leader and my hot fren told me they both invested 30k for the "faster way". So i told them i was interested but i dont have the capital. And thens when they brought out the big guns. They introduced me to some dukes and marquis and kept telling me who owned a ferrari and all....Then one of the guys said something that was a sure fire tip it was a huge con job....Obviously the cars cost a lot more money than these ppl actually earn, and he talks about how he gets a bank loan 2 buy the Ferrari. Now this is a guy who doesnt have a proper job and only source of income is this. Granted he could have bought it cash but if he was actually paying of a loan then he must be having some rich guy supporting him. I would be guessing his parents are rich enough to be able to afford to buy the car or the company itself has somekind of perk when u reach that level. But i do not pursue this line since i didnt think it was worth my effort anymore....I got everything i needed already....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically from what i can figure out is that they go for the younger ppl as they are more innocent. Not to mentioned that we all were brought up in with the culture that money is absolutely everything. And giving us all a shortcut to achieve the richest we can only dream about would be like leaving a kid in Willy Wonka's factory unattended. So they sell us a dream that seems to be too good to be true....Sadly to say, if it sounds too good to be true, it prob isnt true....They say the only thing u need to achieve that dream is 2k and a lot of hard work.... And when u realize ur hard work is getting nowhere, you have to invest 30k n still put in hard work...But after u put in all that hard work and u managed to achieve some kind of form of the dream u had, what happens then? Does the dream last? Or do we just wake up and realize it was short lived? I will definately admit there will neva be short of ppl who are stupid enough to go for this con but in 30 years do you really think you will still be living ur dream? Esp if u seemed to have spent it all on sports cars and other micheleanous expenses. Heck there are ppl there who having been working for 8 years and havent been able to save a cent... That says a lot about their spendin habits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure we all want 5 figure jobs and we all want it now....But everything comes only if we are willing to put in the effort and take whatever comes like a man....Patience is truly the greatest virtue....Those who think there are shortcuts will only end up disappointed in the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733907-61568358912358599?l=lordoftheories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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