Bored...

I think I've reached the pinnacle of absolute boredom... so I've finally decided to write a book. My life. Now I know how one of those authors feel, sitting at home, trying their best to write a "masterpiece"... but failing so horribly.

*ahem*

Helllooo ( !! ) It isn't so bad, ya know. Not like I'm going to bore you (though I could desperately wish some of this redundancy to any person ... or whatever).

*after 10 minutes of staring at the screen*

Hmm... is it just me or there's nothing to say?

*goes to read that very "boring" book*

*comes back with an energy drink*

A side-note here. I hate energy drinks. HATE ( yeaaaah, that’s it). Why does it have to taste like $&(@!*# ? Not that I've tasted $&(@!*# , but I can pretty well imagine that’s what it tastes like. Wouldn't it be much easier just to jack up the caffeine content of Coke or Mountain Dew, and lower the sugar ? How tough can that be ? And yesh, me likes Mountain Dew (dunno why so many people dislike it... my mom for one - she refuses to have it in a glass glass, erm, but in a mug so that she can't see the drink's colour. $&(@!*# colour).

*yawns*

Fark, and energy drinks don't even work...

*decides to read the end of that "boring" book and be done with it*

Nooooooww. Me life story. Well, I thought better of it and I'm just gonna cut a long story short here. I've changed 7-8 schools, and after graduating have I realized I'm glad I did. All those futile "no-mom-you-all-go-without-me" arguments were so useless... Skipping over to high school, ninth grade was my last year in a convent school (can't say the best 5 years of my life, but it sure got me thinking about becoming a nun.......... no, as if). Moved to another school after a semester, and boy, was I glad I moved. The people here were the friendliest lot I'd ever met, though more on the conservative side (you know, when kids turn around and stare and start whispering if you talk to a guy, or if a guy talks to you - took me a while to actually find friends who behaved otherwise). That was half of the freshman and the entire sophomore year. Here's where that streak of luck showed up (...was wondering whether I would even have it in this lifetime). Got pretty okay scores on an exam, and got accepted into a good school away from home. It had a boarding school too, so since my family stayed back to let my sister complete her tenth grade (which never happened, cuz the "wandering" bug had bitten my family), I moved into my first ever boarding school. First year, that would be junior year, or the first few months rather, I was home-sick, and I hated having giving up tennis (we were s'posed to be "serious" about our career paths by now). Every boarder was. All the day-scholars (people who didn't stay in the boarding house) were wary of us lot first (no idea...), but soon wanted to "experience" what we went through. The food (which sucked so bad, that I decided to lay off food and assume I was on a fast or something - didn't last long though), the rooms (oh yeahhh, green. Turn everywhere and you see green - that was our school colour apparently), and I could turn cynical and say a whole lot more, but I think I'll stop right there... and for a reason. Come senior year and I got appointed as "An Appointee". The regular - look after complaints, get things cleared up, save juniors from ragging, promote harmony... right. Ragging. That's what every junior had to go through, no matter what. You're asked to do stuff for a senior, yadayada. Some "misfortunate" incidents happened, and when we turned seniors, the rules became stricter, our juniors turned out to be full-time smartass kids, and us 5 appointees lay off helping our friends in their ragging procedures because "you'd be striped of your badges without warning". So yeah, we never got a chance to say, "Hey! But our seniors did it to us too ! It’s a tradition..." . Two months and I had to move away again... this time back in with my family to another city. It was a huge change. Living with friends was different... and moving back in with my family gave me a few hitches (you know, no staying up late, no late-night talks, no cussing - I never did, but having to not hear it was not doing me any good either, made me feel as if I was missing out on something very VERY important in life - kidding). Senior year. Now this year, a LOT of things happened. There's a very good chance that I'll never mention all of them on here... 1.Friends from my previous schools decided to contact everyone they knew, so that was cool 2. Met new people, and it was awesome... even though most of them were short-lived 3. Stress-levels plummeted 4. Senioritis (yeah, the lazy phase) 5. Grades went up and down (thanks to senioritis, I hardly bothered... not good). And graduation. And summer vacations - roadhiking, camping, sun, surf. Ohh, got into university (.......um, yeah. There were chances I wouldn't get into a "decent" one). That’s that. My shot at letting know all those kids out there who complain that it sux to move and shift cities, that in the end, its worth it (wow, that made me feel sooo old suddenly...). And above all, letting my friends how much they mean to me, and I wouldn't want to change anything.

*goes off ta listen to some music and make yet another record on the foosball table*

Yeah right, I'm "that" good at foosball...

Blah quotes from Blah people

All men hear is blah, blah, blah, blah, SEX, blah, blah, blah, FOOD, blah, blah, blah, BEER.
Dennis Leary

There are only two kinds of men - the dead and the deadly.
Helen Rowland

I find television very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set, I go into the other room and read a book.
Groucho Marx

Husbands should be like Kleenex: soft, strong, and disposable.
Madeleine Kahn


My mother had morning sickness after I was born.
I remember the time I was kidnapped and they sent a piece of my finger to my father. He said he wanted more proof.
When I was born ... the doctor came out to the waiting room and said to my father ... I'm very sorry. We did everything we could ... but he pulled through.
Rodney Dangerfield

People tell me that Senator Edwards got picked for his good looks, his sex appeal, and his great hair. I say to them, 'How do you think I got the job?
Dick Cheney

I frankly felt like the reception we received on the way in from the airport was very warm and hospitable. And I want to thank the Canadian people who came out to wave -- with all five fingers -- for their hospitality.
George W. Bush


My computer goes down on me more often than my girlfriend.
Robert Paul

[On his running for California Governor]It's the most important decision I've had to make since 1978 when I decided to get a bikini wax.
Arnold Schwarzenegger



I'm gonna agree with the first quote there (Mik'll agree on that... hmm, I shouldn't have said that eh ?). So anyway, I'm bored. I feel like picking on someone actually. Sis isn't here, otherwise I wouldn't have to even type that but oh well.. I think I'm just gonna pick on all those ppl who can't see my msn space.

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Nah. A'ight, maybe I'll just sit and vent about dial-up connections. I HATE DIAL-UP !! I mean really eeesh : I had ta call up da company 3 (THREE!!) times to repair my IP address, and got a "Oh, ma'am, you can do that on your Control Panel itself.. let me help you".. Right. It took all my effort not to slam the phone down *deep breath* So yeah. Sux to be technologically unaware or w/e. Blah! I'm out.

How tiny things delight me ..

Me = SO F'ING PROUD OF MESELF ! !
I'm retarded when it comes to computers (especially the Java, HTML crap where you have to sit and look at tonnes of lines that could - and probably are - gibberish). Its amazing how I even got into the E/C Eng. program...
Soooooo, today, I sat and finally worked out the redundancy surrounding the Template of all my blogs. And got the chatterbox and GuestGlobe thingy working ! Now I'm thinking it wasn't so bad after all. But no... I wouldn't go through another ordeal like it.
Thats that for now, and I'm off ta listening to music . And do something about the other 3 blogs of mine :
Later.

-3ng!n33r who just fell in love with herself all over again

Who can say why your heart sighs,
As your love flies?
Only time...