Wednesday, 30 April, 2003

Wow....The second final down...just two more to go and then I am off to India for about 45 days.

You see I am the kind of guy who belives the final is at 2:00 pm...................................................................................................................................................................................
.............................but then at 11:50 reads the schedule really carefully only to realize the final is a 2 hr one and gets over at 2:00, thats right I have about 10 mins to get to the examination room but I don't panic....hey its me. I'm cool.

I just SCREAM at the top of my voice, grab the following and run out of the door:

jacket, calculator, a pencil, wait...a second pencil, a pen, THE wallet and my trust ol' watch.

Reached the hall at 12:07.
Finished at 1:49. goes on.

Tuesday, 29 April, 2003

Guys..if any one wants to really get serious and start blogging, a tool I highly recommend is w.blogger.

Search for it and try it.
I might post a link in a couple of days
Hey guys, here is a picture of mine...

I call it me and my mirror

Me and my mirror

Most 'top' lists are copyright of TopFive. Visit at
No infringment intended.

p.s....This is what the alphabet would look like if q & r were removed.
The Top 14 Rejected Slogans for Beer :-----------

Beer: Getting sorority girls knocked up for 300 years

Goes Down Cold, Comes Up Smooth!

A decent excuse for your normal clumsy self

Because You're Sober

Tastes like piss, but you'll drink it anyway

Beer: That nasty taste means it's workin'!

You have to fill your bladder with something.

Don't Make Germany Angry. You Wouldn't Like Germany When It's Angry.

We don't make the urine. We make the urine faster.

Numbing the Embarrassment of Being You

It's the thicker-chicker-picker-upper!

Easier to Spell than Whiskey

The *Other* Thin Yellowish Liquid

and the Number 1 Rejected Slogan for Beer...

Beer: It's how you got here.

Monday, 28 April, 2003

Here we go people....part 2 of Zan Faction

A/N: All names associated with Red Faction belong to Volition Entertainmenmt and NOT me.

All names associated with the show "Roswell" belong to Jason Katims and NOT me.

Anyway, here is part 2.

I was so tired of my life; so tired that I did the unimaginable. I signed up with an alien company and left my home and everything I had behind. I needed things to change; I just never imagined they would change so drastically.

Let me first tell you what happened on the journey from Earth.

‘The Husk’ was a big ship. It was filled with Thorions, Lokians and Odinons which were residents of the three newest planets to make contact with Earth.

All these people were on their way to Antar to join The Skins Corp. Earth acted as a junction between the space systems.

Most of the travelers arrived a few days ago and had already bunked into the ship.

I saved money traveling on the company’s ship as I did not have to buy a ticket.

Ticket prices were raising everyday, as costs for the fuels required to fly the ship, went up.

I was assigned section four-one-one-r. It was pretty tough to find my room, what with the ship containing about six thousand rooms and all. There were guards everywhere. I should have realized what the situation was going to be like on Antar by watching the attitude of the guards on the ship. The guards were all huge and loved bullying the passengers around. If you were a scrawny human you might as well forget about getting to your final destination without being pushed around and laughed at for at least an hour. It was a good thing I was anything but scrawny. Passing through the cafeteria, I saw that the people there were all scared of the guards. Some of the guards were walking from table to table demanding a kind of protection money.

I was instantly reminded of the era of the mafia back on Earth when they collected money through extortion.

All I can say is these people were much tougher than the Mafiosi. They would act first, answer questions later, if questions were even asked. Before anyone came toward me I was out of there. There was no way I was going to be a mark for them to target.

I always wonder; would I have gotten off the ship if I knew what was going to happen to me on Antar. I think not.

By sticking to the shadows and avoiding anyone in the corridors I finally made it to my room. The room assigned to me was pretty small. It was a room big enough for just two people. I waited to see who my roommate would be. I was hoping it was neither of the aliens on board. That’s when I thought that I was an alien to those people myself.

It wasn’t that I discriminated against aliens. I just did not want the people I had encountered before with me. I didn’t want to share the small confined space; that would be my living quarters during the trip to Antar, with one of them.

Each one of them had a distinct quality. The Thorions were an aggressive race. Strong built and always carrying a weapon.

The Lokions were a very mischievous and naught race. Always searching for fun and committing trouble wherever they went.

The Odinons were by far the better of the three. Wise and old, they were the only race among the three that was older than the Earthlings.

I was brought out of my musing by a loud sound followed by the opening of the door. I tilted my head as I lie on the bed that I had claimed as mine. The man who followed the sound was very peculiar. Initially, I got a feeling that he was a Lokion, what with his dress and all.

He was dressed like a trickster would. He was wearing this brown jacket. To the naked eye it was a simple piece of clothing but the trained eye could have noticed the small knife in his shirt pocket or a radio in the outer pocket. I could make out some guns here and then some. Obviously the contents of his inner coat were not lost on me. He must have made a lot of enemies if he carried around all the ammunition that he did.

He went to the open bed, put his bags underneath it and sat down. Not long after he had sat down the door chimed and some people came in to talk to him. I relaxed and closed my eyes wishing for this trip to be over soon.

With the space as small as it was, it was hard not to eavesdrop. I did everything possible to try not to listen and the first time I thought I had done a good job. I had only caught bits and pieces of his conversation with the others. With the volume of visitors that was coming to our door I thought this guy was pretty popular, that is, until I heard some shouting. I woke up only to find my roommate was being ganged up on by six other individuals.

Three of them were obviously Lokions. I realized this when I saw their appearance. They were tiny in size although I knew they were shape-shifters. Imagine a dress that a clown would wear on the day he did not have to work or had retired. It was slightly formal but with the inner image of a joker imminent.

I thought this was an internal matter but when I saw that the other three were Thorions, I almost felt pity for the poor guy.

Thorions were from the same space system as the Lokions. They always carried around this huge hammer with them. They were dressed in rough clothing similar to the ones worn by Gimli in the Lord of the Rings (remember that movie?) and they smelt as bad as you can imagine they would.

They were obviously arguing about some bet they had made and had lost. Anyway, they were here to take their money back from my roommate. He brushed them off and spoke English with a clear Texan accent. I immediately realized this guy was a human and decided to help him out.

I stood up and discreetly went for the blaster in my duffel bag. “What’s up guys,” I asked casually. The Thorions didn’t even turn but the Lokions immediately noticed me and decided I was a small liability to be cleared off. One of them touched a Thorion and pointed to me. Evidently he needed the Thorion to do his dirty work. The human also looked at me with an expression I could not make out.

However, when he saw the blaster in my left hand, he smirked. He signaled me to look behind him, on the bed under a blanket with the flick of his eyes. I saw a chain gun obviously needed to fend off such situations. He silently begged me to create a distraction so he could get the gun. I was nervous. Having a gun in a duffel bag does not mean you go around waving it everyday.

But I nodded and then without a word kicked the nearest Lokian. He was pretty light because he went flying through the opened door. The Thorions must have been pretty dumb or had slow reflexes because the next thing I knew they were all laying down on the floor in a pool of their own blood. The remaining Lokians fled the room. I didn’t blame them. Taking down three Thorians all at once was something that didn’t happen all that frequently. And whoever dared to do such a thing could have wiped out a Lokian quite easily.

The other human was calm as he went out and called a medic to take away the bodies.

I was still frozen when he came back in to talk to me.

I must have been really frozen because he had to really give me a good shake.

When I breathed again, he visibly relaxed.

He threw his gun on the bed, opened a bottle of whiskey and poured a glass and gave it to me.

“Good job there buddy”, he complimented me.

“Thanks. Nice shooting by the way.” I was trying to make small talk. I had no idea what kind of character he was. I thought if I looked at him the wrong way he would surely blast me so I was nervous.

He must have sensed my discomfort because he told me, “Been shooting for years, my dad’s the sheriff of my town.” That was enough for me. He was a good ol boy from a small town in Texas. Who would be better to have my back than him?

All I could say was, “No wonder,” then I added, “My names Max, Max Evans.”

He grinned and replied,”Valenti, Kyle Valenti.”

I didn’t know if this was a good thing or not. My first friend had just waxed three Thorians. I definitely wanted him in my corner but what caused him to get mixed up with them in the first place? That could be a bad thing. Did I really want to get mixed up in this? There was so much that I didn’t know so many unknown variables to deal with. All I know is that I didn’t have the comfort of being told what to do anymore. All I know is that I’m on my way to an alien planet to change my life from being what it had always been. This time I am on my own, making my own choices and taking responsibility for them.

I was on my way to becoming the Max Evans that I had envisioned being. This was just the first of many steps that I had to take.

If anyone wants to im me do it at tallguy ruman on aim
and ruman_agarwal on the msn network
I was refelcting on some philosophical shit we see in the movies when I realised these lines from the Matrix are so true...
check it out.......

Agent Smith: I'd like to share a revelation that I've had, during my time here. It came to me when I tried to classify your species I realized that you're not actually mammals. Every mammal on this planet instinctively develops a natural equilibrium with the surrounding environment, but you humans do not. You move to an area, and you multiply, and multiply, until every natural resource is consumed. The only way you can survive is to spread to another area. There is another organism on this planet that follows the same pattern. A virus. Human beings are a disease, a cancer of this planet, you are a plague, and we are the cure.

Dr. Ellie Arroway: Occam's razor. You ever heard of it?
Palmer Joss: Hack-em's Razor. Sounds like some slasher movie.
S.R. Hadden: First rule in government spending: why build one when you can have two at twice the price?
Michael Kitz: Your having sent this announcement all over the world may well constitute a breach of national security.
Dr. Ellie Arroway: This isn't a person-to-person call. You can't possibly think that a civilization sending this kind of message would intend it just for Americans.
Michael Kitz: I'm saying you might have consulted us; obviously, the contents of this message could be extremely sensitive.
Dr. Ellie Arroway: You want to classify prime numbers?
New:::::::Quotes from the movie Contact...these are really good

Palmer Joss: What are you studying up there?
Dr. Ellie Arroway: Oh, the usual. Nebulae, quasars, pulsars, stuff like that. What are you writing?
Palmer Joss: The usual. Nouns, adverbs, adjective here and there.
Whew.......Watched 'Contact' yesterday.

What a movie that is.
I could totally relate to Dr. Ellie Arroway (thats Jodie Foster's character).

Here is my favorite conversation from the movie:

Ellie Arroway: Dad, do you think there's people on other planets?
Ted Arroway: I don't know, Sparks. But I guess I'd say if it is just us... seems like an awful waste of space.

Makes sense.....
Watching that movie makes me want to screw my Business Major and run off to Berkely, California and join the SETI project....thats the Search for Extra Terrestrial Intelligence.

Maybe someday.

Thursday, 24 April, 2003

made changes to the design template..

hope this version is optimum...

the future weeks will tell...
man..this week was a rush

Lots of assignments and finals.....

Been busy so lack of updates.
Played a lot of pool today.

Right now its 12:14 am on Thursday the 24th of April.....sippin some coke and pondering over the meaning of life....NOT
kiddin....sippin some coke and reading some roswell fanfic...studied for 5 hrs straight in the lounge....

chillin some...
post more tommorow based on how my two exams go.

Sunday, 20 April, 2003

Aah....sunday. Finally a day when goofing off is mandatory.

Had fun last night. Went to my aunt's house.

Had good home cooked Indian food after a long time.
19 days to go back to India...the countdown is on

Thursday, 17 April, 2003

Go find your old batch friends at the following website:
Man, what a day. Finally got that research paper draft ready for peer review.

It was so windy today, it was fucking crazy.

23 days to go back to the home land....

Can't fucking wait.
Do you guys ever read roswell fanfiction. You guys should.
Here, lemme tell you the best sites to read that fanfic::

Be sure to read em and let me know what you think.

Tuesday, 15 April, 2003

Wow, had an oral presentation today.

Finally got it done with. It went well, lets see what the teacher thinks though.

Loving the Jedi Knight II : Jedi Outcast game.
Had a marathon playing run today online....had fun.

The next few weeks are gonan go by fast and then I am off to India for summer break for 45 days.
p.s If you wanna mail me do it at

Sunday, 13 April, 2003

Finally did some shopping today.

Went to best buy and then to Circuit City.

Picked up a spindle of 50 blank cd's for a post-rebat price of only $5.

Then went and at last got that pair of headphones I was craving.
Got it for $30. Worth every penny.

Sounds good and the cord length is nice plus volume controls on the cord itself.

Post more soon.

Saturday, 12 April, 2003

Zan Faction.

Author: tallguy171

Category: AU. M/L. This is more of a Max focused story with Liz playing the secondary role with healthy amounts of Mi, Ma, Iz and Alex fed in.

Rating: This will mostly be R (due to violence). If it ever goes to NC-17 (being my first fic, I doubt it), I’ll change the rating.

Disclaimer: I am just a college student. I own nothing but a healthy dose of imagination and too many dreams. Roswell and all of their characters do not belong to me. This story is based on one of my most favorite games called Red Faction by Volition. If you enjoy this fic, be sure to play the game.

Summary: Zan Faction tells the story of a young boy who leaves his parents and his planet to find himself. In the process discovering an adventure he could only imagine and enough friends and enemies to last him a lifetime.

Author’s Note: I know, the summary wasn’t good but it’s the only way to keep myself from disclosing too much. To find out what is the meaning of the stories title you will have to read it. This is my first fan fiction so if there are any errors please bring them to my notice and I will correct them (or die trying hehe)
Note: Feedback is greatly appreciated.

Thanks a million to Borderinsanity for being an excellent beta.


My life sucks.

Before I tell you who I am or where I am, let me tell you how I got here.

Well, the obvious way to start would be to tell you why I am here.

My life sucked.

I was so tired of listening to people tell me what to do and what not to do in my life.

I needed some time to think.

I graduated at the top of my class. Big deal? Yeah right.

My parents wanted me to be a lawyer like them. I still remember the argument that day on my graduation which led to me deciding to come here.


“Max, you are going to Yale to study law and that’s final”, my dad screamed.

I was angry and so obviously retorted, “Dad, you can’t tell me what to study. I have had it. I hate this life.”

My father was trying to make his case.“Max, what’s to hate? You have everything any normal teenage boy could ever want. You have the pick of any girl you want. You don’t have all the restrictions that most teenage boys have. Everyone wants to be around you. They’re your friends. Surely, you can’t say that your friends don’t care about you.”

I had heard all this before. My dad’s usual spiel. Nothing ever changed because I had never changed.

I told him what was on my mind. “No one cares about me. All the girls are just after my money, or rather your money. And my friends, lets not even go there. Most of them want to be around me cause you are the town judge and they need your help whenever they screw-up.” I was pissed off at my parents. They just didn’t understand it. It wasn’t about the money… it wasn’t even about the social status that I had at school.

I was pissed off at my so called friends anyway. They thought I was just joking when I told them that I didn’t want my parents to pay for my schooling. They didn’t understand that if they paid for it then I would have to become what they wanted me to be.

“You know what? I am tired of you telling me what to do in my life,” I shouted. I wanted time; no needed time, to think over and decide what it was that I wanted to do in my life.

“That’s it,” I exclaimed to myself since I had left my dad standing with his jaw hanging open in the family room. I needed to get out of here. That’s what I was going to do. I was going to find a way to get out of here. Get out from under all the expectations of what everyone wanted me to be and be myself. “Bye mom” was all I said before leaving the house or rather the mansion.

“Max wait, please don’t go,” my mom said before gripping her chest and starting to wail. She had been standing in the hallway trying to listen in on our argument, so she was the easiest to say goodbye to on the way out. I had made my mind up. It would be easy to leave everything that was me before behind.

I just had to find the opportunity that was going to let me become the man I knew I could be. I could never accept that this was the life planned out for me.
I knew there was a destiny I had somewhere.
Sounds corny but its true; I could feel it within me when I left that day.

I took the subway which was built recently in my hometown of Roswell, New Mexico, USA, Planet Earth. You must be thinking why would I say Earth?

Well, to tell you the truth, I have always felt a need to go somewhere out there. Go to another planet and study their culture.

Yes, aliens do exist. Yes we have known about them for a long time. Yes they are harmless, well most of them anyway.

Since 1957, there have been more than ten planets which have come into contact with Earth and a lot of them have also traded with us.

Now, that I think about that fateful day when I made my decision to come here, I can’t help but think if I had not taken the subway my life would have been so different.

Let me explain. When I took that train, I was thinking about my life. I was deep in thought when I saw this flyer attached to one of the advertisement boards.
It spoke of an opportunity, a chance to do something with my life. It advertised job openings on a planet called Antar in the Whirlwind Galaxy. Now this place was far away.
Not as close as Mars but not as far away as Opeteron.

It was work in a mine. Yeah, I know DUMB IDEA. Who in their right mind would leave their millionaire parents and a great life to work in a mine on a faraway planet?
But I thought it would be a challenge, it would help mold me into the person that I longed to be so I took it.

That night I came back, packed some stuff, left a note for my parents and escaped. That was the right word (escape) because my life wasn’t going anywhere that I wanted it to. It was just like I was in a prison called MY LIFE according to my parents.

That night I left for Tempe, Arizona. That was the closest space-port to Roswell. I bought a one-way ticket to Antar although I had every intention of coming back.

The spaceship was called the ‘The Husk’, very cliché I know but it belonged to the company I would work for.

I forgot to mention it, didn’t I?

The company I would work for was called The Skins Corp.

Whatever, it can’t be as weird as their name, right?

Anyway, onto bigger and better things. That was my motto in the beginning. Bigger and Better… Me… Max Evans.

Should I continue?

Hey guys...I will be posting my Roswell Fanfiction here

Hope you guys know what Roswell is...

Anyway, my first fic is called Zan Faction.

It begins now.
Man....buffalo, new york finally got some decent warm weather...

Thats right....It finally warm in here. I believe some one told me it got to 54 F today.

Hope April is truly here and not just time wise but weather wise too.
Hello world....

I know, its a cliche but thats how things have to start.

Anyway I hope this will be first of many posts to come....