I am indeed glad to be around folks who share the same enthusiasm for life. Nothing disappoints me more than the realisation that a weekend has passed and my only achievement has been a few hours on Orkut. And which would have been my predicament if it weren't for the FCT boys. Always ready to rock-n-roll, get out and there and get high on life, so weekends have given me tennis, squash, trips exploring the eastern terrain of Canada, rock shows and most essentially great company.
So another eventful weekend rolls by, playing Lazer tag and Whirly ball at Rinx heralds it, skiing at Blue Mountain concludes it. The Barbarians, as myself and my flatmates are known in the FCT circuit, continue their savage run in sporting events. My love affair with skiing continues, the snow-covered slopes allowing me to glide across them with more control and speed. Weather played perfect host too with the sun dominating the skies. Every single time I eased myself off the ski lift and to the edge of the slope, I had a moment, just watching the frozen shores of Wasaga and the blue expanse of the deeper waters of lake Ontario, a spectacular view from the cliff.
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