I'll be honest here, I'm fairly certain it'll take me awhile to get back into full swing blogging, but things are starting to slow down in the real world, and I'm hoping that I'm going to have a little more time to dedicate to my blog. Today was the first time that I set eyes on my blog ever since I went on this break, and I WANT CHANGE. Not now, but sooner or later, I'm going to make a massive change to this blog and make it a lot cooler. It's nice to be back.
I went on hiatus, officially, on the 1st of this month, and it's funny that I'm back within the same month. If I am to be honest, I really expected to stay away from blogging, blogs and all such things for a couple of months at the very least. It wasn't writer's block. It was more of a lack of motivation TO write. Which I could blame on other things, but I won't and I'm glad I can start accepting responsibility for my actions.
Funnily enough, the moment I decided to go on hiatus a number of things popped up and my first thoughts on them were, 'Oh I should blog that!' And then I remember that I've gone on a blogging hiatus and then it's, 'DOH!'
Either way, stuff I'm looking forward to blogging about in the near future:
My University
Work Ethic
My First 'Job'
A Memory of a cousin
And other stuff, that I can't remember at the moment. But rest assured, the ZOMG is back and I'll be writing again.
I've finally missed a week's update of The Weekly Stupids but blame me not. Rather blame the lack of a decent internet connection in the area that I currently reside in. I'm pretty sure that once I'm done with this post it'll be another few days before I can check my email again. At least I was able to keep me updated for some time, thanks to Twitter!
People, I feel like I must deliver a message of Public interest:
Never. EVER. Fly Cathay Pacific.
Lemme tell you what happened. So we're scheduled to take off at 11:30 pm. To beat the rush we checked in way earlier at around 3:00 pm so that not only could we show up to the airport later, we could grab dinner with a guest too. So we does all that. When we finally get to the airport, turns out that our flight CX 750 had been delayed by almost an hour. It's now scheduled departure time is 12:20 am.
No biggie we thought, another hour's wait isn't all that bad. So we waited. And waited. 11:45pm, waiting and no announcements on our plane. 12:00 am, still waiting. Gate empty and no aircraft or officials. Finally at 12:20 am, with no plane in sight and no Cathay officials to answer our questions, I got fed up enough to go talk to the airport officials, who were nice enough to inform me that CX 750 never really left Mumbai for Dubai in the first place and that our flight had been canceled. Cathay Pacific officials however decided it would be a good idea for them to sit on their asses and not tell us.
Scrambled about a bit and got the contact details for one of the officials. Masroor called up and gave him hell repeatedly. When we finally met them we told him that we needed to fly out the same day to catch a meeting *coughweddingcough*. After much bickering, the Cathay fellow was able to send Masroor and Mum on an EK flight at 9 in the morning, and check the maid and I in for a 6pm flight the next day. That's not too bad I thought.
The next day I show up at the airport at 2:30pm (once again to beat the smelly rush). Cathay Pacific however had something else in mind. It turns out that showing up early has absolutely not meaning to them and they made me wait until 5:00pm until they finally processed me and my passport/boarding pass etc, along with all the other passengers that showed up 5 minutes prior to that. Fuckers.
Moving on, our flight was delayed still and we only took off at 7:30pm. The flight itself, wasn't too bad.
When we landed, I rushed out as usual got us through passport control and was one of the first at the baggage claim. I now expected to wait a little bit before I got my stuff, because our bags had been forwarded first, and so our stuff would be right at the back, so I expected to wait.
3 hours later, when the conveyor belt finally stopped and the airport official announced, 'No more bags,' somewhere in my mind I blew a fuse. I did not receive ANY of the 3 bags that were supposed to be there. And not only me, about another 20 odd passengers as well.
For the next 1 hour, no Cathay Pacific official showed his or her face. Needless to say we were all tired, hungry, and VERY pissed off. When an official did show up, he got hell and a half from all the passengers. Many even demanded refunds. After much bickering, swearing, yelling and the like, they took down all our details and told us that they'd have our bags in by the next day.
Which they eventually did. At least they kept THAT part of their word.
Whoo and now the wedding's over and I'm officially on vacation. I checked my email after 3 days and my reader was nuts! The wedding was actually a lot of fun and I'm actually having a good time.
I tried replying to your message but wasn't able to get through for some reason. Weird. It let me reply to others but for some reason denied me when I tried to reply to you.
FINALLY got myself to sit down and put up another update. It's been awhile since I blogged, and I whole - heartedly blame GITEX for that. I've got a swell job working for the ESL at it's stall, where it's tied up with the organizers to create a gaming tournament. I've also made decent contacts and am looking into getting part time jobs in other places. More on that later.
I love people who contradict themselves. It's hilarious. I also love irony, have I mentioned that anytime?
I am traveling to India on the night of the 23rd, to attend a first cousin's wedding. Joy.
Is it just me or do I not update my twitter as much as other folks do.
The next 2 weeks might see a pause in regular updates due to my impending journey, however I should be able to update from India. We're tech - savvy there too, so it really shouldn't be a problem. I'd prefer to do it at a laptop though, but hey, beggars, choosers and all that.
I won some Gears of War 2 merchandise at GITEX today. The guys who own the stall that has GOW2 set up were so.. (looking for the right word here).. amused?.. that I'd be there for a few hours everyday, that they gave me a whole bunch of stuff. Should go along nicely with my bag. Barry got the same stuff too. He didn't deserve it though. He's not even a 360 fan! GOW 2 comes out November 7th if I remember correctly, so give maybe a week to when it releases in Virgin over here. I'm gonna be right there with some pesos to get my copy. Unless I'm getting it as a present, then that would be some money saved.
Three songs. 'Stop and Stare' by One Republic and, 'Glycerine' by BUSH and 'Replacement Killers,' by The Chemical Brothers, refuse to leave my brain waves. Maybe it has to do with the fact that they're play at or around our stall all day. Which means I listen to them, collectively, for about 10 hours a day. That can't be good, right? For some reason I've been quite busy lately. Not including the current time I spend at GITEX. Even for a good 2 weeks prior to GITEX, I've been swamped with University assignments and deadlines. It's like all our modules decided that the best deadlines were the ones that are within a day or two of each other. So we ended up having more than 4 deadlines in the past 2 weeks. Busy busy busy busy busy.
There are times that I wish Manipal University was more... cerebral. In fact, there are a lot of times where I think that. In fact, it's all the time. Walking down our nauseating corridors watching (smelling?) my peers around me. Some of them good, most of them not. I shudder at the thought of having to call some of these people as my peers. Damn.
I'm doing fine, thanks for asking!
*At this point I hear howling laughter from my brother's room. And it's still going on....*
Ok, so I've known a few people through other people. I hear stories and whatnot. And sometimes, these stories beg the question, 'What are they doing with their lives?'
I mean, I'm currently 20 years old. Give it another 2 months and I'll hit 21. I'll be at the beginning of my professional development. And even I think that I'm not doing nearly enough to make sure that my future is carved in a very wealthy stone... (at the very least). And even if I were to look around I see people who like to have a good time, but still have their priorities well set enough to know when to knock back a few drinks and when to crack open a few books. So it's not like I don't know people who put in efforts while at the same time like to relax a lot.
But sometimes, there are those few that I hear about who never attend classes, fail semesters, and that doesn't seem to bother them one bit. You know? If you're gonna be a drop out, at least make sure that you've actually dropped out. Don't let your parents $$$$ go to waste. YOU may want to have a blast now, but I'm certain your parents don't think of you as a waste of money, so stop taking that for granted.
People who make their folks pay for University but don't attend anyway and spend their time bumming around should be shot. Or crucified. Or anally raped with a blowtorch. Or all three in reverse succession.
I don't really read the papers all that much, but I tend to watch more news on TV because dad likes to. So I catch on a lot of things and two things that happened in the last 30 days shocked me to such an extent where I found it hard to believe that people could consciously do this to themselves and their country.
"Impeach the President?"
Yes. That's right. Pakistan (Read: Asif Zardari & Nawaz Sharif) are pushing for the impeachment of President General Parvez Musharraf. What utter nobs. Parvez Musharraf is, with the possible exception of General Zia ul Haq, the best head of state that a country like Pakistan has ever had. He has brought Pakistan out of debt and has done so much good for his country. Yet the fanatical zealots that can't see further than their own bellies (or penises) want him out of power. These people were smart enough to force him to retire as head of the army. If Musharraf was still the head of the army the opposition had less than a snowball's chance in hell to make him quit or have him impeached.
It's odd how a man who has given his entire life to first defending his country and then leading it from some of it's worst economical times to a certain amount of stability, is being thrown out by the very people who he swore to defend. That's why sometimes the Pakistani attitude disgusts me. Arrogance, greed, zeal. How can these men be SO selfish? What will Asif Zardari or Nawaz Sharif gain from having Musharraf impeached? While Sharif was in power, Pakistan was, economically, pathetic. Once Musharraf came into the picture he brought Pakistan a lot of economical stability. Zardari is not particularly well known. His popular nickname, "Mr. Ten Percent," ought to speak for himself. He's also been accused of conspiring in murder. But yeah, who cares about that in Pakistan?
I realize what I'm saying is EXTREMELY offensive to Pakistanis, but it's about time you guys read this and understood that you guys are LETTING your country be fed to the dogs of greed. Pakistan needs military rule. That is the only way you can keep the zealots in check.
"Vote of Trust"
By far the biggest (and most embarrassing) drama that I ever witnessed in Indian Parliament was the recent fiasco with the Vote of Confidence that was held for the Prime Minister Manmohan Singh. The Indian Parliament is the single, most largest gathering of goons, hoodlums, local thugs, uneducated bullies and out of work actors that I have seen.
India is touted as the, "largest true democracy in the world." What a load of crap. All you need to do is take one good look at our Members of Parliament and realize what a big fat load of cowcrap it is.
The opposition just wants to be in power. These are people who couldn't give a flying fart whether or not the Indian population starves or not. And while Manmohan Singh is actually trying to further progress in the country, these immature thugs can't seem to focus on anything else but their own wants. A few hours before the actual vote, the opposition brought in wads of cash and started waiving it around. Mind you, this was broadcast all over the world on television. A bunch of MPs, dressed in old shirts and pants waving wads of cash claiming it to be bribe money. Ugh. What an embarrassment. After seeing that I was not particularly proud of being Indian. Not with these kind of people representing us in Parliament.
The Indian Parliament is just one giant fish market, with "MPs" yelling across the hall to one another, and in many cases throwing shoes or trading punches. Most of them are uneducated for the most bit.
Simply put, the Indian Parliament is a big fat joke and is a disgrace to politicians in India. Well, I guess by majority, most politicians in India ARE jokes.
Youtube is useful for so many different things. Funny clips, comedies, parodies, vlogs, movie trailers, music videos. Even American Military blowhards and all around morons.
So the US military man decides to taunt the children for a bottle of water, or so it seems, for over a mile or two. In the end the child doesn't get the bottle either way. Now, maybe (JUST maybe), the children were chasing the truck for "fun" because, yes, that does happen. Children in rural areas are known to chase vehicles for fun.
But yeah, I don't believe that either.
Ya know what I want to see? I want to see me in a truck driving through an American town. Maybe I'll wave a few cheeseburgers. Let's see how the fat American youth chases me. If they could at all. Or maybe I'll drive through and wave welfare checks?
I am so darn sick of American ideology and their attempts at, 'Globalization,' (read: Americanization). These people always claim how their country is an example of how democracy works best.
Sure.
YOURS was the country that put Dubya in the office.
Twice.
This was a response to the above video by another Yank.
Yeah. I commented on his video. I want to know what his response is going to be. Maybe I'll link him to this.
Oh and, ReconByFireOIF (his Youtube username), if you DO read this and STILL wonder why most people hate your guts, you're a lot more naive than I gave you credit for.
After much ado about the stupid LCD panel, I have finally managed to get my silly little laptop back from the technicians. I kinda miss the old purple patch on the screen. Sorta got used to looking my way around it. Oh well. G'bye purple patch.
Someone dropped my external hard drive. Twice. W.T.F.
I want a billion dollars, Uzma in a suitcase with a marriage contract and a one way ticket to Tijuana. Ok maybe not Tijuana but Boston seems like a good idea! (Yes. We're going to Boston. Stop complaining or I'll seal the suitcase)
I'm currently either very tired, or, very pissed and in all probable likelihood, both. I need a physical outlet, and Gears Of War isn't really cutting it for me right now.
Am suffering from AGKS; the Angry German Kid Syndrome.
I want to be able to earn some money. Like a part time job a few times a week that would pay a decent enough pay. I'd use the money to pay for myself through everything. Maybe even College. That way I'd be less of a burden on other people.
I hope for a day when I'm able to do something simple, like an outing with friends etc, without a million questions and an equal number of fiscal, family and ethical allegations.
Argh. I'm frustrated. Have my final paper tomorrow but I'm feeling far too overconfident to buckle down for a few hours and drill myself into it.
This topic is something that I've partially written on earlier, but after a recent discussion with a new friend, I stumbled upon some points that I felt, deserved blogging about!
Either way, the topic at hand is Degradation and/or Degression.
I'm not much in the mood to give a super killer blog post right now, but I'm just gonna make a quick mention of something that you oughta think over.
Has anyone noticed how people cannot be f***** to read about anything but death and destruction? Has anyone noticed how most bestsellers involve death, corruption at the highest levels, deceit and/or lies? Has anyone bothered to find out WHY there are so many deaths in Darfur, rather than when Paris gets out of jail?
Summarized:
The irony will always be that people will forever love to read about it in newspapers, hear it on the radio and watch it on television, but it will never be something that the can handle if it's upon themselves.
I remember when I started this blog I imagined it would be a place for my satire and dry humor. Didn't really imagine it would turn out to be more like an online rant/vent/moan - fest. Weird.
After 8 months, I guess I can finally say (with no doubt), 'What else could go wrong?'
"I'm a lot less, Than I thought, You're a lot less, Than I knew.."
Disappointing friends, disappointing grades, disappointing scholarship news, drunk f***s in Wranglers, death in the family, lying teachers, the list goes on.
"All the things that I used to say, All the words that got in the way, All the things that I used to know, Have gone out the window.."
I'm an underachieving Eff-up. My brother said it too, though not in the same words. I don't blame him, I'd probably call myself that too. Gosh, I'm so self-pitying right now, I disgust myself even. *must snap out of it* ... Go away..
"All the things that she used to bring, All the songs that she used to sing, All the favourite TV shows, Have gone out the window.."
No really. WHAT THE EFF IS GOING ON!!? How much can be dished out in one lifetime?!
After an effed night's sleep I woke up to (ironically) find out that my morning just got a whole lot worse. Amongst the confusion to which I woke up at 6:30am I was able to find out that someone in my family passed away. After the initial shock, turns out my pregnant first cousin lost her baby daughter during childbirth. My cousin's still in the ICU. I lost one of my nieces before even knowing her. I'm devastated but I can't even begin to imagine what my cousin and her husband are enduring.
Went out with friends, and had a nice laugh today. Was very.. err.. revealing..
"Some say, we're never meant to grow up, I'd say they never knew enough.."
I stumbled upon another idea for a business venture today, as I was driving on the floating bridge. T'was very insightful and it might even have a decent amount of potential. It's going to very obviously need a lot of hard work, but I might just be able to pull it off with the right type of contacts etc etc.
I STILL NEED TO CLEAN MY DAMN ROOM! :@
It turns out that most of the missing books were in my brother's bathroom. Yes he likes to read while pooping and apparently my books are worth being taken to the john with.
I'm not poor because I have no money... I CHOOSE not to have any money.. Aah, the powers of PERSPECTIVE.. Effing A yes? Thank you Naddy!
"Somebody once asked, Could I spare some change for gas?"
My brother arrives in 2 days. Eff. That mainly means it's the couch for Yours Truly, and probably a little more added scrutiny on my social life. But nothing that I can't handle I'm sure. *said the sacrificial lamb*
I've got a Lifehouse CD that I was going to give away, but can't anymore. Not much of a CD buff myself (I only have very few). I'm more of a stolen-mp3s-via-Limewire fiend. But, this CD holds it's own value and will remain with me for all eternity.
This is an edited transcript of what was the original post. From then, to now, stuff has never looked better, and this I can say with no bias.
Funny story: Two days ago, I prayed for strength to do what I was going to do that day. I did it and I came out well. I thought my prayers had been answered and that, that was the strength I was looking for.
Today morning, my prayers were really answered and I was able to do something I normally would not have. There is a God!
"..Breathe in for luck, Breathe in so deep, This air is blessed, You share with me.."
Hello joyous and wonderful readers. Yet another post. Yesh. Yesh thish ish another posht. I actually am not quite sure as to what it is that I wish to rant about but who cares eh?
"..I can't stand to fly, I'm not so naive.."
Today was a weird day. Filled with emotions of sorts. Shit happens, and everyone wants to avoid unpleasant eventualities. But, alas, no sleep for the brave.
I've begun to notice how, many of my books are missing. And it is beginning to irk me. I'm missing ALL of my Covert One series, by Bob Ludlum and can not find ANY of my awesome Clive Cusslers.
"..My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.. So wont you kill me. So I die happy.."
Ali snapped his guitar string while singing. T'was hilarious! xD
Tonight I sat down with someone and planted the seeds to a band that we might start. This will obviously be done without knowledge to my lovely parents who would want me dead for doing such. We have a lead singer and a rhythm guitarist. Need a lead, bass and a drummer. I know what we're gonna call it, but am not gonna post it until we've confirmed it so as to keep it hush-hush.
Masroor B wants me to get to bed earlier and earlier. This does not please thy Nocturnal Lord of the Night.
"..But what you miss is love, Everything below and up above.."
Work has FINALLY taken a coherent shape and a final goal is now in sight. It's still a lot, but at least now seems a lot more do-able than what it was a while ago.
And final rant for tonight. My scholarship seems to have progressed beyond Financial Aid, and so it would seem that great news is on the horizon. However final news is yet unbeknownst to me, and I wish to be knownst immediately! Pray for me, please.
"..You never really know, What it is, not until it goes, And if it comes again, A Miracle"
