I'm Not Retarded

In Mysore, India, one of our incubation offices was on the campus of the most politically-correct name for a school I've seen.

From this name, you would think some of the students here had special mutant powers, like the ability to transform into any character from Saved By the Bell. Or more realistically, to be able to make any food give you explosive diarrhea.

Orgo

The camera on my cell phone doesn't take the best night shots unfortunately, but its still a pretty good view from Orgo, a restaurant on the roof of the Esplanade Theatre.

We probably should've looked at a map before leaving work to get there, and could've possibly written down the name of the spot as well. Asking several people on the way how to get to Olga, or Orca, or Ergo wasn't that successful. Nevertheless we found the spot, and a good time was had by all.

Sorry for Any Inconvenience Caused

You'll see this sign usually on your way to work in place of where there used to be a working elevator, escalator, or convenient footpath.

However inconvenient the situation might be, this sincere apology totally makes up for it!

Singapore PSA: Don't Hit Your Mother

No matter how many times she poops the bed...

National Day and Such

Another internship over and a final celebration with lots of beer and food. I previously inducted everyone into the Buffalo Club, but it was Jimmy (4th from right) who proved to be the only ruthless competitor after breaking my 3-year streak. After much pleading I was coerced into summarily chugging 3 or 4 beers for drinking with my right hand.

Walking around Clark Quay and saw this doozie of a sign. Hokkaido being the northernmost prefecture in Japan, known for its hot balls.

Some stupid kids photo-bombing what otherwise would've been a pretty cool picture.

Here's a bar where the price of beer fluctuates on something resembling a stock exchange. If I were an Analyst I would let all my clients know that Carlsberg Green is heavily overvalued, and would suggest buying put options and leveraged ETFs in the short term.

At some hooka bar called Magic Carpet, replete with mediocre belly dancers. Nick trying to handle that Egyptian Musk flava.

Auzzie Mark clearly having some trouble...

Me showing everyone else how it's done.

GET SOME!!!

Goa

After the pangs of Mysore Belly had finally receded, I took a trip to Goa to see the legendary land of hippie rave parties, where apparently illicit drugs fall from the sky. Unfortunately it was not peak season, and lack of other like-minded tourists gave me no shelter from the never-ending assault of shopkeepers and street vendors trying to sell me things I didn't want or need.

Before leaving for Goa I rode my moped to the top of Chamundi Hill and was greeting by a host of thieving monkeys. This one stole my bag of potato chips.

I bought a bowl of fruit and started handing them pieces of melon on a toothpick until one of them accidentally touched my hand. Then I thought of that scene from Outbreak and ran to the nearest bathroom so I could scrape the infected area until I was satisfied I didn't catch anything contagious.

So when you go to Goa during the off-season, you can go look at some old churches in Old Goa that the Portuguese built in the 1600s-1700s after they colonized the region.

After some time you start to realize they all look the same, and it gets pretty dull. Still renting a moped for 2 days for $6 is quite a steal, and you can waste the time riding around all day looking at cows in the streets.

You'd think they were going to move, and you'd be wrong hahaha.. These cows don't give a shit. Check out the one resting in the elevated median with his head on the railing...