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College/University:
University of California - San Diego, Attended 1994 - 1998, Class of 1998, Bachelor's Degree, Computer Science
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Occupation:
Technical Account Manager - Reuters
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Hobbies and Interests:
Home Building, Volunteering, Computers, Skiing, Camping, Flying, Driving, jennifer garner
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Favorite Books:
Potter Series, The Alchemist, God of Small things
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Favorite TV Shows:
West Wing, Alias, Medium, Out of Practice, Modern Marvels, Mythbusters, Fear Factor, SMALLVILLE, 2.5 men, NO REALITY TV.
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About Me:
I rock
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Who I Want to Meet:
other people who rock
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Rewind to 1985, two scrawny 6 year old
boys, one brown and one yellow. The
first time I met Amit, he spit on me,
so I tattled on him. His mom whooped
his ass, but I wasn't satisfied. A day
later, he was riding his bike past our
house. I sprayed him with the garden
hose, so he tattled on me, and my mom
whooped my ass. After that, Amit and I
were the bestest of friends.
Fast forward to 1994, senior year high
school. I had moved away to SoCal, and
I went back to Freakmont to wreak havoc
on the old stomping grounds. During a
game of basketball, Amit rolled his
ankle. Yeah, he put all 180 pounds of
Indian manbeef on that poor ankle. But
despite his crutches, he still came
down to hang out with me in SoCal a
couple days later.
And that's the kind of buddy that a
scrawny kid like me is lucky to have.
So even though we're separated by 48
states now, I know that we'll always
have each other in our lives.
After all, who ELSE is gonna teach him
how to properly cause trouble?
can I say about this guy?
Hmnnn...Well, nobody really wants to
hear about how he's a good guy and
all. They already know that. What
they want to hear about is the drunken
trip to TJ! Well, much of this is
second hand info to me but if memory
serves, he had to be pushed to the
border in a shopping cart because his
ass was so drunk! Stubbled through
the gates and somehow made it back to
the dorm. That night was
interesting. He just had to have the
top bunk at this time. There were
three of us trying to push his dead
weight up to the bed. 20 minutes
later he's fast asleep...I awake I
don't know when to a "THUD". Amit
proceeds to the bathroom, does
traditional drunken stuff, and
proceeds to sleep on the couch the
rest of the night.
On a more serious note, Amit has
always shown a great deal of concern
for his friends and will take the time
to help them out with their problems.