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NINE / SAVINVIJAY.COM
I have many underrated talents such as killing mosquitoes(to finely hone my reflexes), watering plants (grass is my speciality), cutting onions, drinking coke and spending time in queues (something i picked up from my expensive education in UK).
I go to airports early. I mean early! Not to shop. Not to go and wait there till the last minute to have the adrenaline rush of running to the plane and then hiding my face from irrate passengers after getting on. But to see the aircrafts in all their glory. I am like a starfish stuck to the big glass windows. I'm the little boy who is opening his christmas presents. I also feel the need to share my knowledge about airlines to the aunty sitting next to me while she looks for a new seat. I say aunty, cause It's never been a hot girl. 24 years of being brought up in various airlines. Not once.
My general knowledge is second only to my "The Big Book of General Knowledge" and "The Ultimate Book of of General Knowledge" combined. Interestingly, these books do not have a chapter on women. Ergo, nor do I.
I sleep with my eyes half open... A James Bond-ish spy/geek like yours truly, needs to give the impression that hes always alert, even though i might be knocked out cold in the gutter after having one too many beers, my eyes will still be open. Suave.
I secretely know lyrics of most of Backstreet Boys songs. Hear me out, a man will do anything to impress a woman. I was young. She was hot. I was stupid. She made me listen. Constantly. For three months. Ah, what the hell, it was worth it.
I don't have an Indian / American / British / Malaysian / Australian accent. It is a cumulative one. Making me the 'enigma' that i am.
My uncle named me. Savin means 'pleasing type of music' in Sanskrit. In English & Latin, I am some juniper. In France, I am named after a saint. I honestly don't think i was named after any of these. I think it was more from a new 'Savings Bank Account' pamphlet with a misprint.
On 27th May 1999 in Kuala Lumpur, I woke up at 3 a.m to watch Manchester United vs. Bayern Munich. Some might have seen that game, the game that comes only once in a lifetime. I then went for my O Level Further Mathematics exam at 10 a.m. A make or break exam. I scored a 94 on it.
I have a habit of sending stupid / embarrassing / want-to-start-a-fight-with-my-girl / honest / mean text messages when I'm drunk. I have promised not to do this a million times. I've also broken it a million and one times. And this is the circle of life.
Nine things that the world's secret services probably do(n't) know about me, but you definitely don't. (Dear RAW, CIA, MI6, and whomever it may concern. Please update your databases. Regards).
Don't you regret reading this now?
