Saturday, April 17, 2010

Well, i tried the shoutbox idea, but had to give it up because of like SHITLOADS of ad's :|

I stumbled upon this really nice service called - [link] that allows people to ask me questions that i can answer :D

You can find it down there :D *points* Feel free to shoot me with you questions

Friday, April 16, 2010

Tch Tch

20 yrs in the making patenly waitin,
while tryin so hard its finaly ova, done contemplating.
this time its not to be continued ,the curtain has closed,
no encore no finale the moment is over .
lemme hear u say that was tight,
the stories the memories laid down in black n white were right ,
the whole time all the ideas plaguing in our heads,
the concepts the theories now all are burnt dead .
its over its time lets fakin forget!
lose our minds run free ,run wild to tomorrow
screw the pain fak the sorrow.
the past is gone hell the future aint close
the moment is now ,wat we wanted the most !
learnt lessons we remember ,some choose to forget
meeting all u mofos i aint gonna regret.

~peace \/ ~ Alfy

Saturday, April 3, 2010



I've added a shoutbox to the bottom of the page. A shoutbox is a small utility that allows the readers of the blog to simply say something or leave a comment, etc.

Find it dowwwwwn there *points*

Lemme know if you like it :)

Update: Removed it .. Tooooo many ads >.<


8 11 24 25 33 39 151
Random numbers .

But 3 years ago - They started to mean something. They were associated.
8 was Alfy
11 was Andrew
24 was me
25 was jerry
33 was vivek
39 was terry
and 151 was sam

From then on, we lived in this college with those numbers. We were identified by them. Caught by them. Praised by them.
Now, 15 days later, these numbers will sink into the books of loyola college as just some people who came, studied and left.
But for us, these numbers will always hold meaning. They will carry with them, the memories associated with our days at college - All the class bunking, all the give life laughs, all the voice over for our teachers, all the boob talks, all the everything.

So guys, never forget these numbers. They were us. They remind us of who we were in those 100 acres of land. They made us who we are.

8 11 24 25 33 39 151
NOT Random numbers . Identities!


Thursday, April 1, 2010


No more heys,wats popping exa,
time put all those memories away
goin back to friends leaving friends behind,
wishin they with us allova the time
stizi,sham remainin slang we made, our kids wil knw ,the legacy shall remain...
look back n wave ,walk away wit a Hi
dunt want this to be the last gudbye,
Coz wen we leave this year we wont be coming back, no more hanging out coz we on a different track

Initiated by sham. Finished by alfy