Oh sweet, another survey!
posted by meTaL @ 11:57 PM
5 brickBATz
Thursday, June 30, 2005
Friday, June 24, 2005
Non drug induced haze
Why am I writing a post when I am supposed to build a `resume' from ground up, and submit within the next day [Not a monstrous task by any means, considering my academic history, and propensity for doing work]? Why, the same reason I put forward my first tentative foot forward into the scary world of blogging! [where people would finally realize without the remotest trace of doubt, the new heights which you have made the average stupidity of this world reach] To run away from responsibility! And of course the teensy weensy fact that I felt bad for neglecting my blog for long periods of time without adequate nourishment (esp. when you consider people like Samit or the less renowned Lusus, who force feed theirs everyday to an obscene level of obesity) **Don't get me wrong, his is one of the most entertaining blogs I've come across, probably due to the fact that besides the primary plot of girls, (or dearth of them), he has a plethora of subplots adapted from his colourful life to keep us entertained and hungry for more [pant]**
The only problem now is what do I write about? My day consists of waking up (only partially), foraging for food in the canteen/food court (which you will admit is not as interesting as say, a caveman hunting for food in a prehistoric forest), or for money to ease out the foraging, or for money to ease out the debts accumulated from previous attempts to ease out the foraging, and so on. And then finding someone's PC to play CS on, or (as occurs more frequently in this self-centred world) watching someone play (for two to four hours depending on the host's need for privacy which in turn depends on his frags to death ratio (and not on the team lead as is popularly proposed)). As you could imagine, watching CS or playing pub servers is as engrossing and refreshing as watching TV at the graveyard slot (or is it the morning slot?). Thus, suitably rejuvenated, I rise and proceed to an empty bed (the room I don't care about), to rest my much abused eyes, and treat my brain to something more healthier. They say that in all his/her life, a person uses only about 5-15% of his brain's total capacity. Well, I guess I am conserving for more demanding times (just hope I don't forget how to use it).
I've also started wondering if not having a talent is also one: but then it would be self-contradictory. God has blessed me with such an immense paucity of talent, that I should probably be put in a museum (zoo inhabitants might feel insulted) or placed aside einstein's brain for more detailed study. This is a not a random tangent, it's just that I realized that I couldn't even fill up my blog with insane and jumbled fits of words rhyming at random, or not at all, and profess to call it poetry! Check this out, if you want to know how to write verse, and this if you absolutely should cease and desist, and stick to mundane prose.
This worthless pondering is doing nobody any good, so I think I will cease and desist too and come back when I have something more worthwhile to post about. Meanwhile, check out Batman Begins if you haven't done so yet. If you think that this movie is crap, then all I can say is, pal, you deserved much worse.
The only problem now is what do I write about? My day consists of waking up (only partially), foraging for food in the canteen/food court (which you will admit is not as interesting as say, a caveman hunting for food in a prehistoric forest), or for money to ease out the foraging, or for money to ease out the debts accumulated from previous attempts to ease out the foraging, and so on. And then finding someone's PC to play CS on, or (as occurs more frequently in this self-centred world) watching someone play (for two to four hours depending on the host's need for privacy which in turn depends on his frags to death ratio (and not on the team lead as is popularly proposed)). As you could imagine, watching CS or playing pub servers is as engrossing and refreshing as watching TV at the graveyard slot (or is it the morning slot?). Thus, suitably rejuvenated, I rise and proceed to an empty bed (the room I don't care about), to rest my much abused eyes, and treat my brain to something more healthier. They say that in all his/her life, a person uses only about 5-15% of his brain's total capacity. Well, I guess I am conserving for more demanding times (just hope I don't forget how to use it).
I've also started wondering if not having a talent is also one: but then it would be self-contradictory. God has blessed me with such an immense paucity of talent, that I should probably be put in a museum (zoo inhabitants might feel insulted) or placed aside einstein's brain for more detailed study. This is a not a random tangent, it's just that I realized that I couldn't even fill up my blog with insane and jumbled fits of words rhyming at random, or not at all, and profess to call it poetry! Check this out, if you want to know how to write verse, and this if you absolutely should cease and desist, and stick to mundane prose.
This worthless pondering is doing nobody any good, so I think I will cease and desist too and come back when I have something more worthwhile to post about. Meanwhile, check out Batman Begins if you haven't done so yet. If you think that this movie is crap, then all I can say is, pal, you deserved much worse.
posted by meTaL @ 6:13 AM
7 brickBATz
