So yesterday's rant was in the pipeline for an age, and the pieces fell into place just yesterday.
This lil' experiment, along with my recent tinkering with my hit-counter, showed some interesting results. Yesterday, after publishing the post, the counter increased by nearly a hundred points. 85 of these as i found out today were reloads.
If the President of the Computer Club is reading this. Quit it. It's annoying.
I am craving biryani! Gimme some! Nau!
I need stuff to write about.
Bleh
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Friday, July 31, 2009
Of The Woes Of Being a Writer
I've been blogging for over a year now. YAY!
Sarcasm aside, I love putting my view forward. Even if it is for the sake of one person. Before I started blogging, I used to rant about the same things to my friends over the phone, like what I did during the day, or what I saw. (during those days I didn't have a camera so I had only the spoken word to portray my views)
Honestly, now that I think about it, those times were better. At least I used to get feedback.
I emailed Huma about my first day in university. She found it funny, and called me a freak for over-analyzing things.
I called Danish and told him about this theory I had regarding people liking watermelon waaayyy more than they should. He used my material and formulated his own theory about guavas. I got credit.
I complained to Zohaib how miserable and stalker-prone Orkut was, he pointed me towards Facebook.
Point is, at least I knew someone was listening. Someone, was being entertained by all my random non-sense. And I rant for your enjoyment.
Even with my school newsletter "BUZZ!" the kids would swarm me giving feedback, or asking questions.
For a writer (idiots who copy-paste song lyrics, poems, YouTube videos, and cryptic two-line bullshit aren't classified as writers), nothing is more important than feedback
Sarcasm aside, I love putting my view forward. Even if it is for the sake of one person. Before I started blogging, I used to rant about the same things to my friends over the phone, like what I did during the day, or what I saw. (during those days I didn't have a camera so I had only the spoken word to portray my views)
Honestly, now that I think about it, those times were better. At least I used to get feedback.
I emailed Huma about my first day in university. She found it funny, and called me a freak for over-analyzing things.
I called Danish and told him about this theory I had regarding people liking watermelon waaayyy more than they should. He used my material and formulated his own theory about guavas. I got credit.
I complained to Zohaib how miserable and stalker-prone Orkut was, he pointed me towards Facebook.
Point is, at least I knew someone was listening. Someone, was being entertained by all my random non-sense. And I rant for your enjoyment.
Even with my school newsletter "BUZZ!" the kids would swarm me giving feedback, or asking questions.
For a writer (idiots who copy-paste song lyrics, poems, YouTube videos, and cryptic two-line bullshit aren't classified as writers), nothing is more important than feedback
SO WHY THE FUCKING HELL DO YOU GUYS FORGET TO COMMENT?
I mean, I write randomest of random shit. And nothing. God Forbid I get a little depressive or whiny and some idiot comments "me too... *sigh*"
Today, Amby told me that some guy called Azad, is planning on publishing an e-paper and would like me to contribute. It's kinda like BUZZ for older kids.
Kasam Khao. I didn't even know people read my nonsense. For all I know (and I got this theory after reading one of the Suzumiya Haruhi novels, where She creates this website to promote her club and over the course of a couple of days the hit counter reaches over 2000 views. Turns out, the president of the Computer Club, who holds a grudge against Haruhi, was the only one constantly reloading the page.) So for all I know, some guy, or gal with no better things to do is constantly reloading my blog page. And I can bet the guy, or gal is emo (which proves my theory that emo people comment on their own)
Amby has told me on occasion that when she's having a bad day she re-reads some of my older posts. Yet I have to beg her to leave a line of encouragement. In fact, almost all the comments you see that aren't on emo posts are there because I personally asked the readers to write them rather than IM me something retarded like "LOL".
And, before you all start pointing your stubby fingers back at me, let me make one thing clear. If I understand what you've written, I comment (complicated poetry or prose does not count as something I understand. Nor does 57 pictures of the same goddamn subject.) Heck, I even leave my thanks when Yibis releases a new episode of One Piece and I don't mind signing-in to my Google account to do so.
Today, Amby told me that some guy called Azad, is planning on publishing an e-paper and would like me to contribute. It's kinda like BUZZ for older kids.
Kasam Khao. I didn't even know people read my nonsense. For all I know (and I got this theory after reading one of the Suzumiya Haruhi novels, where She creates this website to promote her club and over the course of a couple of days the hit counter reaches over 2000 views. Turns out, the president of the Computer Club, who holds a grudge against Haruhi, was the only one constantly reloading the page.) So for all I know, some guy, or gal with no better things to do is constantly reloading my blog page. And I can bet the guy, or gal is emo (which proves my theory that emo people comment on their own)
Amby has told me on occasion that when she's having a bad day she re-reads some of my older posts. Yet I have to beg her to leave a line of encouragement. In fact, almost all the comments you see that aren't on emo posts are there because I personally asked the readers to write them rather than IM me something retarded like "LOL".
And, before you all start pointing your stubby fingers back at me, let me make one thing clear. If I understand what you've written, I comment (complicated poetry or prose does not count as something I understand. Nor does 57 pictures of the same goddamn subject.) Heck, I even leave my thanks when Yibis releases a new episode of One Piece and I don't mind signing-in to my Google account to do so.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Of The Best Movie You'll Ever See
I have no idea what possessed me to watch this movie. Maybe the words Japanese, Action, Mecha, and Revenge in the torrent description triggered my download impulse.
Yes, this is a typical Japanese high school student being bullied situation. To the kid's rescue comes the female protagonist, Ami Hyuga. She tells the four bullies to stop. They call her a bitch and threaten to kill her. She jumps up in the air, takes out a sickle and chops off the leader's arm in one clean motion. Cue excessive blood-spray. After dispatching all the bullies, the story goes six months into the past.
Ami and her brother live alone. Their parents committed suicide after being framed for murder. Still, as life in a Japanese High School is, Ami is popular and good at sports, and her brother Yu is being bullied. When Yu along with his friend Takeshi is beaten up by the bullies for the last time, he grows a pair and fights back (the friend goes into a brief black-belt mode and pulls off some serious moves). The bullies push both off a four story car-park.
Ami is devastated and knows something isn't right. Takeshi's family blames Yu because of his parent's reputation. Crying in her brother's room and wishing for an explanation as to what really happened Ami comes across his diary and the names of all the kids who bullied him (except the leader's name, since he never got to write that part down.)
Thus starts her quest for justice.
First up is Ryota. Ami goes over to his house to demand an explanation as to what happened. Ryota denies any knowledge, however, his dad (who's the Police Chief) believes that Ami is trying to besmirch his family's name. He thinks that he should arrest her... and attacks her with a golf club. O.O
Ami pushes him away and runs towards the kitchen where Ryota's mum is. After Ami accidentally spills some cooking batter on her hand, Ryota's mum grabs Ami and shoves her hand into a pot of boiling oil, deep frying it.
It was here that I realised that all the characters in this movie are crazy fucks.
Ami returns at night and first slices off Ryota's head. Then she puts his head into the soup pot on the family's dinner table. When Ryota's mom opens the pot and her son's head floats to the top, Ami shoves a knife through the back of her head and out her mouth. Mommy bleeds, throws up, her tongue falls into the soup pot followed by her entire digestive tract.
Oblivious to the carnage happening in the house, Ryota's dad is taking a bath. He calls out for his wife to get him some shampoo. Ami shows up with Ryota's body and says "Why don't you wash your hair with your son's blood" and used the body as a huge blood squirting Super Soaker
Crazy as fuck.
To make a long story short, the gang leader, Sho Kimua turns out to be the son of a ninja-yakuza clan. His parents are psychotic, and so is he.
Ami gets captured by the clan and has her left arm cut off. She then somehow manages to escape from their ninja compound and lands up in Takeshi's parent's garage. Takeshi's dad makes her a new arm out of steel. In case you're wondering if it's some sort of cybernetic arm, it's just a Gatling gun.
Now cue obligatory training sequence between Ami and Takeshi's mom, Miki.
Ninja's attack under Sho's orders, Ami fights them while Takeshi's dad finishes the gun. Then she uses the gun to blow up all three ninjas, all the while defying the laws of common sense and physics.
Tadaaaaa! Machine Girl
Then Miki and Ami go on a revenge spree killing the other 3 bullies (Sho's hiding atm). Guess we're back in present time now.
The Kimuras relocate, and gather the families of the 4 bullies promising revenge.
After an innovative torture sequence involving Ami, Miki, 6 inch nails, a hammer and an evil henchman's face, the insane "good guys" know where to go.
Then another scene with Sho's dad chanting some scripture and the 4 parents having some sort of seizures (which I think denotes them receiving Ninja Power) we're at the final stretch of the movie
Now, just when you think the movie can't get any stupider, the Ninja Power Imbued Parents appear.
Correction: The Super Mourner Gang
They die, eventually. Then Sho's dad dies, so does Miki. Sho's Mom is the final nut. Her weapon of choice? A Drill Bra.
Sho meanwhile hides behind three of his classmates who've been tied to make a protective circle around him. One of them wets himself, Ami pushes Drill Bra Psycho onto wet carpet, electrocutes her, kills Sho.
Movie ends. The girl who plays Ami is pretty, and I would have seriously liked her character if she wasn't such a bloody psycho. In fact, all the characters are bleeding psychos. The acting is poor. and well, Quentin Tarantino can totally rip this off and sell it as his own after some fine-tuning and a lot of censoring
If I find the rumored english trailer, I'll post it.
The Machine Girl.
It starts simply enough. A boy's balancing an apple on his head and a knife whooshes past and sticks itself into the apple. (whoever threw it had good aim)Yes, this is a typical Japanese high school student being bullied situation. To the kid's rescue comes the female protagonist, Ami Hyuga. She tells the four bullies to stop. They call her a bitch and threaten to kill her. She jumps up in the air, takes out a sickle and chops off the leader's arm in one clean motion. Cue excessive blood-spray. After dispatching all the bullies, the story goes six months into the past.
Ami and her brother live alone. Their parents committed suicide after being framed for murder. Still, as life in a Japanese High School is, Ami is popular and good at sports, and her brother Yu is being bullied. When Yu along with his friend Takeshi is beaten up by the bullies for the last time, he grows a pair and fights back (the friend goes into a brief black-belt mode and pulls off some serious moves). The bullies push both off a four story car-park.
Ami is devastated and knows something isn't right. Takeshi's family blames Yu because of his parent's reputation. Crying in her brother's room and wishing for an explanation as to what really happened Ami comes across his diary and the names of all the kids who bullied him (except the leader's name, since he never got to write that part down.)
Thus starts her quest for justice.
First up is Ryota. Ami goes over to his house to demand an explanation as to what happened. Ryota denies any knowledge, however, his dad (who's the Police Chief) believes that Ami is trying to besmirch his family's name. He thinks that he should arrest her... and attacks her with a golf club. O.O
Ami pushes him away and runs towards the kitchen where Ryota's mum is. After Ami accidentally spills some cooking batter on her hand, Ryota's mum grabs Ami and shoves her hand into a pot of boiling oil, deep frying it.
It was here that I realised that all the characters in this movie are crazy fucks.
Ami returns at night and first slices off Ryota's head. Then she puts his head into the soup pot on the family's dinner table. When Ryota's mom opens the pot and her son's head floats to the top, Ami shoves a knife through the back of her head and out her mouth. Mommy bleeds, throws up, her tongue falls into the soup pot followed by her entire digestive tract.
Oblivious to the carnage happening in the house, Ryota's dad is taking a bath. He calls out for his wife to get him some shampoo. Ami shows up with Ryota's body and says "Why don't you wash your hair with your son's blood" and used the body as a huge blood squirting Super Soaker
Crazy as fuck.
To make a long story short, the gang leader, Sho Kimua turns out to be the son of a ninja-yakuza clan. His parents are psychotic, and so is he.
Ami gets captured by the clan and has her left arm cut off. She then somehow manages to escape from their ninja compound and lands up in Takeshi's parent's garage. Takeshi's dad makes her a new arm out of steel. In case you're wondering if it's some sort of cybernetic arm, it's just a Gatling gun.
Now cue obligatory training sequence between Ami and Takeshi's mom, Miki.
Ninja's attack under Sho's orders, Ami fights them while Takeshi's dad finishes the gun. Then she uses the gun to blow up all three ninjas, all the while defying the laws of common sense and physics.
Tadaaaaa! Machine GirlThen Miki and Ami go on a revenge spree killing the other 3 bullies (Sho's hiding atm). Guess we're back in present time now.
The Kimuras relocate, and gather the families of the 4 bullies promising revenge.
After an innovative torture sequence involving Ami, Miki, 6 inch nails, a hammer and an evil henchman's face, the insane "good guys" know where to go.
Then another scene with Sho's dad chanting some scripture and the 4 parents having some sort of seizures (which I think denotes them receiving Ninja Power) we're at the final stretch of the movie
Now, just when you think the movie can't get any stupider, the Ninja Power Imbued Parents appear.
Correction: The Super Mourner GangThey die, eventually. Then Sho's dad dies, so does Miki. Sho's Mom is the final nut. Her weapon of choice? A Drill Bra.
Sho meanwhile hides behind three of his classmates who've been tied to make a protective circle around him. One of them wets himself, Ami pushes Drill Bra Psycho onto wet carpet, electrocutes her, kills Sho.
Movie ends. The girl who plays Ami is pretty, and I would have seriously liked her character if she wasn't such a bloody psycho. In fact, all the characters are bleeding psychos. The acting is poor. and well, Quentin Tarantino can totally rip this off and sell it as his own after some fine-tuning and a lot of censoring
If I find the rumored english trailer, I'll post it.
Of Smoke Signals
I was out today buying my grandma's monthly rations. While shopping at one particular shop, I was approached by a hefty looking university student dressed in black. He happened to be releasing some really nasty fumes (kinda like smoke and sweat.) Not wanting to stand there much longer, I moved away from the aisle. He followed me, and this conversation took place.
Smelly Guy: Excuse me?
Me: *trying not to breathe* Hmmm?
S.G: Hello, sir. Kiya aap cigar-et peetey hain?
-- Okay, pause. WTF is cigar-et? I swear that was the actual pronunciation. --
Me: *smiling* I'm not fond of dying a slow and painful death... are you?
And I walked off.
------
Okay, so I'm usually not that mean. But dude, if you're reading this, invest in some deo and some air-freshener. My eyes were burning.
And I'm starting work on that post I promised.
Smelly Guy: Excuse me?
Me: *trying not to breathe* Hmmm?
S.G: Hello, sir. Kiya aap cigar-et peetey hain?
-- Okay, pause. WTF is cigar-et? I swear that was the actual pronunciation. --
Me: *smiling* I'm not fond of dying a slow and painful death... are you?
And I walked off.
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Okay, so I'm usually not that mean. But dude, if you're reading this, invest in some deo and some air-freshener. My eyes were burning.
And I'm starting work on that post I promised.
Of . . . OMGWTF
It's late, and I'm quite tired. I just finished watching the most ultimate movie ever. I am going to write a full detailed post about it tomorrow, so come back in 24 hours to have your dose of entertainment.
Why is this important? Well, throughout this movie, my face was stuck in one expression:
Yes, an amalgamation of o.O and =/
Oh and in case you were wondering, I keep a picture of a potato handy to draw facial expressions on it.
I'm off to sleep.
Laterz, Yo
Why is this important? Well, throughout this movie, my face was stuck in one expression:
Yes, an amalgamation of o.O and =/Oh and in case you were wondering, I keep a picture of a potato handy to draw facial expressions on it.
I'm off to sleep.
Laterz, Yo
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Of Growing Older
So, I'm 21 now. I don't feel any different, or more mature for that matter. I still have the same stupid questions, and the same stupid "theoretical" answers to them. Physically, apart from a few grey hair and seriously baggy eyes, I don't look older.
Anyways, that aside. Do you know how annoying it is when people who barely talk to you throughout the year suddenly decide to wish you "Happy Birthday" just because Facebook, Orkut, or one of their mutual friends tells them it's your birthday? I mean, if you're blissfully unaware of what I am up to, there really is no need to wish me. I even turned off wall-posting for this very thing. Sadly, a friend commented on my two week old status and these people followed like lemmings.
Also, I don't get why people are so dense. Is it really that weird that I don't like my birthdays? So, I shut off my phone, or put it on call-restrict at 11:50 the day before, I don't want to meet anyone, I don't want to be online to receive those well wishes. . . I'm pretty sure there must be other people like me.
To the people who think I'm strange:
Do you honestly think I'd celebrate the one day that makes me feel more shittier than the entire year combined? That one day puts whatever I've done for the past year into perspective. And this year's perspective was the same as last year. I am still standing in the same spot in life as I was 4 years ago. Awesome.
Oh well, atleast the day's over. Now I'll go and watch Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuutsu .... again!
Anyways, that aside. Do you know how annoying it is when people who barely talk to you throughout the year suddenly decide to wish you "Happy Birthday" just because Facebook, Orkut, or one of their mutual friends tells them it's your birthday? I mean, if you're blissfully unaware of what I am up to, there really is no need to wish me. I even turned off wall-posting for this very thing. Sadly, a friend commented on my two week old status and these people followed like lemmings.
Also, I don't get why people are so dense. Is it really that weird that I don't like my birthdays? So, I shut off my phone, or put it on call-restrict at 11:50 the day before, I don't want to meet anyone, I don't want to be online to receive those well wishes. . . I'm pretty sure there must be other people like me.
To the people who think I'm strange:
Do you honestly think I'd celebrate the one day that makes me feel more shittier than the entire year combined? That one day puts whatever I've done for the past year into perspective. And this year's perspective was the same as last year. I am still standing in the same spot in life as I was 4 years ago. Awesome.
Oh well, atleast the day's over. Now I'll go and watch Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuutsu .... again!
Sunday, July 26, 2009
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