I stared at the apply for graduation link for about twenty minutes. My finger hovered over the touchpad, the pointer placed precariously on this innocent phrase.
The beginning of the rest of my life.
I closed the window and put on some Erykah Badu.
It can wait one more day.
Feb 24, 2009
Feb 23, 2009
Things I Hate About People - Part 1
You know how when you sometimes tell someone something and they try to one-up you, even if it's the most pointless thing in the world? I hate when people do that.
Like,
'oh dude I had the worst day'.
'no you didn't. Wait til you hear about mine'
Or
'man I feel so sick today'
'dude, you think you're sick? I have a cough, a cold and my arm fell off'
Case in point: in the laundry room
Stupid Freshman #1: man, I've got so much laundry to do.
Stupid Freshman #2: maaaan, I was doing laundry ALL DAY.
SF #1: oh yeah? I've got three whole loads. How many did you have?
SF #2: aah I had three too man, but I didn't do laundry since the start of the semester.
SF #1: oh yeah? I haven't done laundry since before the start of the semester. Like, I came here with laundry.
SF #2: yeah but I had laundry left over from the fall maan. So I think I had more laundry.
Me (thought bubble): you're both filthy pigs. Congratulations, you both lose.
Case in point #2: I had a really entertaining gchat conversation to put up here but one of the involved is one of those sensitive types, so I won't.
Anyway, I just hate self-centered fucks who always try to make the conversation about them. And I'm in a bad mood cause tomorrow's Monday and I don't want it to be. But on an aside, if you're watchin the Oscars, how smokin is Hugh Jackman?
Like,
'oh dude I had the worst day'.
'no you didn't. Wait til you hear about mine'
Or
'man I feel so sick today'
'dude, you think you're sick? I have a cough, a cold and my arm fell off'
Case in point: in the laundry room
Stupid Freshman #1: man, I've got so much laundry to do.
Stupid Freshman #2: maaaan, I was doing laundry ALL DAY.
SF #1: oh yeah? I've got three whole loads. How many did you have?
SF #2: aah I had three too man, but I didn't do laundry since the start of the semester.
SF #1: oh yeah? I haven't done laundry since before the start of the semester. Like, I came here with laundry.
SF #2: yeah but I had laundry left over from the fall maan. So I think I had more laundry.
Me (thought bubble): you're both filthy pigs. Congratulations, you both lose.
Case in point #2: I had a really entertaining gchat conversation to put up here but one of the involved is one of those sensitive types, so I won't.
Anyway, I just hate self-centered fucks who always try to make the conversation about them. And I'm in a bad mood cause tomorrow's Monday and I don't want it to be. But on an aside, if you're watchin the Oscars, how smokin is Hugh Jackman?
Feb 18, 2009
Why These Quizzes Can't be Trusted
I saw TMS's post and, being the type who enjoys random quizzes, obviously took it. And then shared the results with S. To my detriment.
me: here do this
http://www.blogthings.com/whatgenderisyourbrainquiz/results/?result=67
me: here do this
http://www.blog
S: "Your brain leans female
You think with your heart, not your head
Sweet and considerate, you are a giver
But you're tough enough not to let anyone take advantage of you! "
You think with your heart, not your head
Sweet and considerate, you are a giver
But you're tough enough not to let anyone take advantage of you! "
S: !!! wut??!!
me: thats ME
do it for urself
S: i dnt get it
are u living some kind of lie??
cos thts not u
in tht description i mean
me: hahahaha
very funny
thats what it SAID u idiot. what can i do!
S: it says ur a giver!!!!
ha ha ha
i am in pain from the laughter
me: ok ok
u made ur point.
S: oh my god....
i am worse than u!!!
read mine
me: hahahaha omg
a girly girl???
S: i knw
sigh
me: IN TUNE WITH YOUR EMOTIONS???
S: ha ha ha
tht is soooo funny
i am a bit emotionally stunted
ha ha ha
me: you think!
Of course then proceeded close to an hour of taking random quizzes. And this particular one made me give myself a hearty pat on the back :)
Feb 17, 2009
Best Blog Posts
Just off the top of my head, some of the best posts I've read, for Cerno's project:
What to Shout at Rugger Matches by Chaarmax: one of the first posts I read when I caught on to the blogging scene and I still crack a rib when I read it occasionally.
Going Home by Angel: its hard to pick a best one because all her posts are excellent but this one was especially heart wrenching and so well written.
Abuse by Gutterflower: first hand account of something not enough people write about, though its such a common occurrence.
The Foot in the Mouth Society by Gutterflower: because it made me laugh hysterically.
Paradox by Gutterflower: just because I love it.
[looks like I'm a bit of a GF groupie. Moving swiftly along]
Of dickheads behind desks and fucktards behind the wheel by Confab: because we all love redtape in Sri Lanka.
In Praise of the Trishaw by RD: because I love trishaws, and it's a classic RD post.
Dependence Day by The Whackster: so nicely written.
There are far too many good posts out there, and I think I just might put up a second list after more browsing. If that's allowed.
What to Shout at Rugger Matches by Chaarmax: one of the first posts I read when I caught on to the blogging scene and I still crack a rib when I read it occasionally.
Going Home by Angel: its hard to pick a best one because all her posts are excellent but this one was especially heart wrenching and so well written.
Abuse by Gutterflower: first hand account of something not enough people write about, though its such a common occurrence.
The Foot in the Mouth Society by Gutterflower: because it made me laugh hysterically.
Paradox by Gutterflower: just because I love it.
[looks like I'm a bit of a GF groupie. Moving swiftly along]
Of dickheads behind desks and fucktards behind the wheel by Confab: because we all love redtape in Sri Lanka.
In Praise of the Trishaw by RD: because I love trishaws, and it's a classic RD post.
Dependence Day by The Whackster: so nicely written.
There are far too many good posts out there, and I think I just might put up a second list after more browsing. If that's allowed.
Feb 16, 2009
Escahpade
I needs one.
Boredom has struck and it will be my demise unless I finds me something exciting in the next week or so. Did some tentative job hunting over the weekend and ugh, everything is so bohring. How does one even begin to search for one's dream job anyway? Is there some procedure I must follow? Cause I was just googling.
Also, where are all the interesting boys? Everyone I know is so bohring. Come the fuck on.
Must. Get. Out. of. Rut.
Essscahpaade!
Gah.
Boredom has struck and it will be my demise unless I finds me something exciting in the next week or so. Did some tentative job hunting over the weekend and ugh, everything is so bohring. How does one even begin to search for one's dream job anyway? Is there some procedure I must follow? Cause I was just googling.
Also, where are all the interesting boys? Everyone I know is so bohring. Come the fuck on.
Must. Get. Out. of. Rut.
Essscahpaade!
Gah.
Feb 14, 2009
Sleep
is what I'll be doing for most of the weekend, while the rest of the world is doing that whole love thing, or even worse, the anti love thing. What a horrific waste of time spent being nauseating/bitter.
Finally, finally, got done with some job applications. Of course, it is customary to wait til two minutes before deadline to submit them. I don't think I'll ever learn.
While wasting time at work today I came across the following articles:
This is completely fascinating and I can't wait to see where they will go with it. Of course the ethical issues are numerous but just the idea and the fact that we have the technology to do it is awesome. Just imagine what we could learn! I am a bit of a phys. anthropology junkie, I'll admit it.
Also, this I would have liked to go for.
But now, the weekend is upon me. I have various fruits and canned goods stocked up so that I don't have to leave the room, various books to read and textbooks to try to read, might even do some painting or blogging if the mood strikes, I've got Trainspotting and HIMYM episodes to watch and last but not least, my very own bottle of OR to keep me in high spirits; pun totally intended.
And I leave you with a podi song I haven't been able to stop listening to all day. Happy weekend boys and girls.
Finally, finally, got done with some job applications. Of course, it is customary to wait til two minutes before deadline to submit them. I don't think I'll ever learn.
While wasting time at work today I came across the following articles:
This is completely fascinating and I can't wait to see where they will go with it. Of course the ethical issues are numerous but just the idea and the fact that we have the technology to do it is awesome. Just imagine what we could learn! I am a bit of a phys. anthropology junkie, I'll admit it.
Also, this I would have liked to go for.
But now, the weekend is upon me. I have various fruits and canned goods stocked up so that I don't have to leave the room, various books to read and textbooks to try to read, might even do some painting or blogging if the mood strikes, I've got Trainspotting and HIMYM episodes to watch and last but not least, my very own bottle of OR to keep me in high spirits; pun totally intended.
And I leave you with a podi song I haven't been able to stop listening to all day. Happy weekend boys and girls.
Feb 10, 2009
Quote
The Duckling: would angry music help?
Me: I'm already listening to alanis.
in fact, Im listenin to you oughta know.
TD: oh how "ironic"
get it?
Me: got it.
Me: I'm already listening to alanis.
in fact, Im listenin to you oughta know.
TD: oh how "ironic"
get it?
Me: got it.
Feb 7, 2009
Yours, in Irony
She awoke alone, as always.
Even though she had the whole bed to herself, she always slept on one side, long and compact, unconsciously making room for someone. Perhaps.
For someone who chose to be alone, she was, as of late, very lonely. For someone who was so guarded and wary during the day, at night she slept unclothed and vulnerable. For someone who had put romance behind her, at night she gave into her dreams, letting them lull her into a dull complacency, unobscured by reality and cynicism.
She rose to the strains of Sarah McLachlan, trying to clear her head from the holds of the dream. She walked out onto her balcony, high above the city and watched the world settle down for the night. The wind wrapped around her naked body, soothing her flushed skin. The lights were scattered below her in no seeming order, like a handful of semi precious stones carelessly strewn on black velvet. She loved this city, its chaos and drama, its anonymity and unexpected occurrences, the violence and generosity. Below her were people, of every shape and hue; below her were love and hate and heartbreak; people entrenched in their own wars, bearing their own scars. But for tonight, her eyes were blind to anyone's pain but her own.
He had held her the way he never had in real life, his arms around her, their fingers entwined. They had laughed together, stood in front of a painting and puzzled together over what it represented. She had seen fiery swirls and thought of heat and passion; he had pointed at a shadow and showed her a horse. And she had laughed. Laughed til she was on her knees, at the absurdity of a horse, at the absurdity of the moment, of him there, strong and tall and hers. She had laughed until she cried. And she had awoken in tears.
She closed her eyes now at the irony of it all. That the one person she wanted so much didn't want her. That the person that occupied her mind everyday probably didn't give her a second thought.
They had talked for hours but now had nothing to say to each other.
The last time they had kissed, it had been different. It was like he had known.
She turned away now, and walked inside, pulling the curtains closed behind her. She was a creature of the light but she liked to wake up to the dark.
Even though she had the whole bed to herself, she always slept on one side, long and compact, unconsciously making room for someone. Perhaps.
For someone who chose to be alone, she was, as of late, very lonely. For someone who was so guarded and wary during the day, at night she slept unclothed and vulnerable. For someone who had put romance behind her, at night she gave into her dreams, letting them lull her into a dull complacency, unobscured by reality and cynicism.
She rose to the strains of Sarah McLachlan, trying to clear her head from the holds of the dream. She walked out onto her balcony, high above the city and watched the world settle down for the night. The wind wrapped around her naked body, soothing her flushed skin. The lights were scattered below her in no seeming order, like a handful of semi precious stones carelessly strewn on black velvet. She loved this city, its chaos and drama, its anonymity and unexpected occurrences, the violence and generosity. Below her were people, of every shape and hue; below her were love and hate and heartbreak; people entrenched in their own wars, bearing their own scars. But for tonight, her eyes were blind to anyone's pain but her own.
He had held her the way he never had in real life, his arms around her, their fingers entwined. They had laughed together, stood in front of a painting and puzzled together over what it represented. She had seen fiery swirls and thought of heat and passion; he had pointed at a shadow and showed her a horse. And she had laughed. Laughed til she was on her knees, at the absurdity of a horse, at the absurdity of the moment, of him there, strong and tall and hers. She had laughed until she cried. And she had awoken in tears.
She closed her eyes now at the irony of it all. That the one person she wanted so much didn't want her. That the person that occupied her mind everyday probably didn't give her a second thought.
They had talked for hours but now had nothing to say to each other.
The last time they had kissed, it had been different. It was like he had known.
She turned away now, and walked inside, pulling the curtains closed behind her. She was a creature of the light but she liked to wake up to the dark.
Feb 4, 2009
Unplugged
I've been listening to Alanis Unplugged for days now, and being the acoustic junkie that I am, I've had it on repeat. Listening to you oughta know makes my heart bleed. There, I said it. It's so damn raw, its like I can feel her pain. And who hasn't been in that position before anyway. I know I have, many times.
But right now, Uninvited is speaking to me in ways that I can't even describe. The words, the composition of the music, her voice; all stunning.
But right now, Uninvited is speaking to me in ways that I can't even describe. The words, the composition of the music, her voice; all stunning.
Like anyone would be
I am flattered by your fascination with me
Like any hot blooded woman
I have simply wanted an object to crave
But you're not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight
I am flattered by your fascination with me
Like any hot blooded woman
I have simply wanted an object to crave
But you're not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight
Feb 2, 2009
Sex Talk
Sometimes no advice is the best advice. But it makes for hilarious conversation.
S: be nice... stop thinking abt getting in his pants
wow him with ur personality
so i suggest u fake it
then he'l just take them off for u :)
me: hahaah gee thanks.
S: seriously... the personality thing is supposed to wrk .
very gossip girlish
me: thats so funny
S: wuts funny? me giving u sex advice?
me: what u said.
so i shud fake my personality?
what kind do u think he;ll like
shud i act all girly and bubbly?
S: NOOOO not girly n bubbly
thts duh
be like the Duckling mixed with X with a bit of some other person
shud do the job for u
me: omg.
like THE DUCKLING?
i could never do that
I’d die
S: she’s nice to ppl. take tht from her
me: oh
u know i cant do that
S: X is feisty
me: i can be feisty
but i cant be like the duckling.
S: sin men
me: oh god, this is too much work
S: my plan is good men.
he'll fall for u n then its happily ever after
me: u mean ur plan for me to be someone else?
im sure he'll figure it out eventually
S: no no....... at first be a bit some one else-ish
ppl have complex personalities ne.... then show ur true side
me: lol
ah ok
S: by then he'd have fallen for u so it wont matter anyway
me: sounds like a plan
S: its good ok if u play it well
me: riiight
this is not the movies u wierdo
S: then u have no help. i say just pin him down n do him
me: pin him down and DO him?
are u mad. hes huge
omg I cant believe I almost considered tht for a minute
in some countries that’s called RAPE..
you scare me.
S: be nice... stop thinking abt getting in his pants
wow him with ur personality
so i suggest u fake it
then he'l just take them off for u :)
me: hahaah gee thanks.
S: seriously... the personality thing is supposed to wrk .
very gossip girlish
me: thats so funny
S: wuts funny? me giving u sex advice?
me: what u said.
so i shud fake my personality?
what kind do u think he;ll like
shud i act all girly and bubbly?
S: NOOOO not girly n bubbly
thts duh
be like the Duckling mixed with X with a bit of some other person
shud do the job for u
me: omg.
like THE DUCKLING?
i could never do that
I’d die
S: she’s nice to ppl. take tht from her
me: oh
u know i cant do that
S: X is feisty
me: i can be feisty
but i cant be like the duckling.
S: sin men
me: oh god, this is too much work
S: my plan is good men.
he'll fall for u n then its happily ever after
me: u mean ur plan for me to be someone else?
im sure he'll figure it out eventually
S: no no....... at first be a bit some one else-ish
ppl have complex personalities ne.... then show ur true side
me: lol
ah ok
S: by then he'd have fallen for u so it wont matter anyway
me: sounds like a plan
S: its good ok if u play it well
me: riiight
this is not the movies u wierdo
S: then u have no help. i say just pin him down n do him
me: pin him down and DO him?
are u mad. hes huge
omg I cant believe I almost considered tht for a minute
in some countries that’s called RAPE..
you scare me.
Feb 1, 2009
Witty Commentary
Rafa won the final and what an absolutely fabulous match. I cant even imagine the kind of endurance you would need to play close to 5 hours of world class tennis. And the Australian Open website provides such excellent commentary.
00:25 Now we're getting to the good stuff, two-time Grand Slammer, Rod Laver, is introduced.
00:29 Rod Laver steps up to the plate to present Roger Federer with...a plate.
00:30 Roof-lifting cheer for Aussie-Rog. He thanks the crowd for their support. I think we might get tears here. Yep, he can't speak. Yep, full break down. Poor Rog. Rafa's going to start in a minute.
00:32 Mirka's crying, Roger's crying, Rafa's crying. Everyone in the web room is crying. He's going to take a break and speak in a bit. Rafa needs his trophy.
00:33 Modest little Rafa holds his trophy aloft and heads back to put his arm around Roger. Now I'm crying. Talk about Bro-mance.
00:34 Rog has composed himself enoughto make a speech, he congratulates Rafa and says he deserves the last word. Thanks the tournament and the crowd.
00:35 Rafa first apologises to Fed and tells him he's a great champion and that he will break the record 14 this year. Cue another bout of tears from Rog. Rafa thanks the crowd for their support and thanks Rod Laver for being there to present his trophy. Rafa thanks Uncle Toni, his dad Benito and his team.
00:37 Rafa takes his superstitious bite from the handle of the trophy as Rog leaves the court for the last time in 2009.
00:40 So, that wraps things up for another year girls and boys. What passion, what drama, what sportsmanship, what emotion and what heat. Can't believe it's over.
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