This.
I need to attract real trolls!
Sunday, July 17, 2011
I Always Come Back
But no one reads this shit.
I spent the past few minutes reading the two lone significant posts I had made a few years ago, and right now, I'm virtually facepalming at the things I wrote. It was a nice dose of nostalgia for the most part, though I'm still curious as to why I chose to write about pacifiers, tiny fires, and other irrelevant details of my life. Or, of what was my life.
I want to start doing something again. I want to blog, but I don't think people read anymore. I've gotten addicted to YouTube vloggers recently, and I can't help but think that it would be the coolest thing ever to join the ranks of the virtual celebrities. The problem is, though, that I only have a webcam to start with. Hey, Ray William Johnson started out with a webcam while he was at Columbia, and look at where he is now! He's the most subscribed on YouTube! I bet even Shane Dawson, Smosh, and Meekakitty started out small and worked their way to the top.
I don't know. A Twitter account would be nice, too. I made one three years ago, but I deactivated it for some reason. But hey, if I could get holla-backs from my favorite vloggers/bloggers/people/robots, life would rock.
Eh. I'll catch you trolls later.
I spent the past few minutes reading the two lone significant posts I had made a few years ago, and right now, I'm virtually facepalming at the things I wrote. It was a nice dose of nostalgia for the most part, though I'm still curious as to why I chose to write about pacifiers, tiny fires, and other irrelevant details of my life. Or, of what was my life.
I want to start doing something again. I want to blog, but I don't think people read anymore. I've gotten addicted to YouTube vloggers recently, and I can't help but think that it would be the coolest thing ever to join the ranks of the virtual celebrities. The problem is, though, that I only have a webcam to start with. Hey, Ray William Johnson started out with a webcam while he was at Columbia, and look at where he is now! He's the most subscribed on YouTube! I bet even Shane Dawson, Smosh, and Meekakitty started out small and worked their way to the top.
I don't know. A Twitter account would be nice, too. I made one three years ago, but I deactivated it for some reason. But hey, if I could get holla-backs from my favorite vloggers/bloggers/people/robots, life would rock.
Eh. I'll catch you trolls later.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Life is good, I suppose
I miss blogging.
Life is good. Shitload of tests and crap, but it's still good.
I'm helping to put together a benefit concert for I-HELP Liberia. It's more work than I thought it would be.
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Currently listening to: Far Side of Town, Arthur Lewis.
Life is good. Shitload of tests and crap, but it's still good.
I'm helping to put together a benefit concert for I-HELP Liberia. It's more work than I thought it would be.
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Currently listening to: Far Side of Town, Arthur Lewis.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Pacifiers Actually Work!
Newborn babies are cute. I appreciate the fact that I'm able to make them laugh. You see, I hate kids. Well, I used to, at least. But since that sucker popped out of his mother, I've been so attracted to him...it might be that he smells nice, or it might be that I haven't held a baby in a long time. Or it might just be the fact that I'm able to soothe him when nobody else can.
I'd upload a picture of him, but I've got too much going on right now and I doubt my laptop could handle it. Oh. LAPTOP. It's been ten months now, but I haven't even brought it to school once. Aiyah, silly parents with their silly thoughts that I'd mutilate my own precious technology. Yeah, that digital camera that they bought (an unnecessary 10.1 megapixels) is MINE NAO.
Right. So in about six days, I'll be heading out to Bangaldesh. It's been eleven years since I've seen my cousins and my grandmother. I guess I am glad that I'll be able to talk to them after so long, since Facebook can never imitate real life. I guess I'm just a bit afraid, though. I mean, what if they don't like me? What if I'm too American for them? They haven't seen me since I was a skinny little toddler, and now I'm a self-conscious freak of nature that has little to no-self confidence. Oh, right, I'm "tripolar," too. Adding on the fact that my Bengali is like their English...uh oh. What if they don't understand me?
I guess I'll have to overcome my fears if I want to have a good time. I'm still upset that I missed out volunteer work at Mount Sinai. I mean, I would have taken two long months at Queens Hospital! Or a lab. I'm pretty sure someone could have fixed me up with some lab. *Sighs.* Next summer, I guess. For now, I'm stuck with Central Library. It's not bad. Besides, I'll be working in the Business, Science and Technology section. Yay. ^_^
Right. So I've got six days left with the books I've borrowed. I guess I should at least finish reading Feynman. Perhaps I can finish a couple of the chem books I've got...I'm reading about six or seven books simultaneously. That's not exactly the smartest thing to do, is it? =/
Oh, and I'm researching olestra. Hopefully a good science fair project will come of it!
I'll update at least once more before I leave. A very grateful shout out to my two followers: THANK YOU!
I'd upload a picture of him, but I've got too much going on right now and I doubt my laptop could handle it. Oh. LAPTOP. It's been ten months now, but I haven't even brought it to school once. Aiyah, silly parents with their silly thoughts that I'd mutilate my own precious technology. Yeah, that digital camera that they bought (an unnecessary 10.1 megapixels) is MINE NAO.
Right. So in about six days, I'll be heading out to Bangaldesh. It's been eleven years since I've seen my cousins and my grandmother. I guess I am glad that I'll be able to talk to them after so long, since Facebook can never imitate real life. I guess I'm just a bit afraid, though. I mean, what if they don't like me? What if I'm too American for them? They haven't seen me since I was a skinny little toddler, and now I'm a self-conscious freak of nature that has little to no-self confidence. Oh, right, I'm "tripolar," too. Adding on the fact that my Bengali is like their English...uh oh. What if they don't understand me?
I guess I'll have to overcome my fears if I want to have a good time. I'm still upset that I missed out volunteer work at Mount Sinai. I mean, I would have taken two long months at Queens Hospital! Or a lab. I'm pretty sure someone could have fixed me up with some lab. *Sighs.* Next summer, I guess. For now, I'm stuck with Central Library. It's not bad. Besides, I'll be working in the Business, Science and Technology section. Yay. ^_^
Right. So I've got six days left with the books I've borrowed. I guess I should at least finish reading Feynman. Perhaps I can finish a couple of the chem books I've got...I'm reading about six or seven books simultaneously. That's not exactly the smartest thing to do, is it? =/
Oh, and I'm researching olestra. Hopefully a good science fair project will come of it!
I'll update at least once more before I leave. A very grateful shout out to my two followers: THANK YOU!
Monday, June 22, 2009
I feel so strange.
And I'm not exactly sure as to why that's the case. I should feel relieved!
Yesterday. Fire. In the laundromat below one of the apartment buildings that comprise our complex.
All right, I'll try to speak in coherent sentences. Yesterday, during the heavy downpour, one of the drying machines became inflamed, most likely because it was overused and overheated. It started out small, as most fires do, I suppose. It was really small, though...the rear end of the one-and-three-fourths-meter tall machine just glowed brightly until my mom ordered me to fetch Louis/Luis, a dude who works for the superintendent. And I did fetch him. But I was smiling. And I don't know why.
I felt so strange! Accidents like this don't happen often to me, and when they do, I always find a way to blame myself. When my mom collapsed because of hyperglycemia, I felt like it was my fault for not being able to perform CPR (I was in the 7th grade at the time). And guess what? I know CPR now; I guess all I can do is hope I never have to use it, right?
And yesterday, I wasted two more dollars of my mommy's hard earned money by not forcing the quarters into the washing machine. Oh, and Louis/Luis paid out of his own pocket. >.< Right. So. I slammed the door of the dryer after putting in some more clothes (say, it's been a while since I helped my mother with the laundry) and the next thing I knew, I saw blue. And then yellow, and soon afterwards, orange. I guess it wasn't my fault, since my mother later informed me that the machine was a lot hotter before she started using it [LOL, it's so popular that none of the men and women who use the laundry-in-the-basement can keep away!]. It probably would have happened even if my mother and I had stood in different positions, except for the fact that my mom still would have been relieved.
This makes a great segue. After Louis/Luis came, he saw the fire, went to the fire extinguisher, broke the glass with his own hands, put out the fire, and then mopped up. (He's so old, but he works so hard!) Promptly, my mother walked over (but still stood at a distance) and casually remarked something along the lines of, "Hey, you know, we're all lucky I stick around with my laundry, unlike those other people, who stuff their belongings into the machines and [march out]." Well, she said it in Bengali, but I think I've translated that well...
To my surprise, Louis/Luis agreed. He even was a bit relieved that we called him so quickly, I think, because he mentioned something about what would have happened if the fire had gone up a couple of pipes that were right above it. What would have happened, you ask? I think something along the lines of "the entire complex going up in flames" would be the answer to that question.
Why am I writing about this? I think it's partly because of the guilt I felt (which I need not feel, according to mummy dear), but also because I was smiling and I couldn't stop. I guess it was just a bit exciting, in relation to the drone of day to day life during summer vacation. It wasn't a big incident, mind you. Just something strange. My first fire. Well, there was the wildfire...but that was during the Taconic trip. My first domestic fire, then.
After the incident occurred, my mother and I went to the supermarket. The shopping was pretty...typical. I hate shopping, to tell the truth, especially if it's with my mother. It's worse when we go to the mall, and I'm only able to avoid that when I've got homework. Right, anyway, there was this guy. Pretty tall actually, and half-cute. He tried to flirt. I'm not sure how to feel. I ignored him, actually. I'm not sure what I would have done if my mother wasn't around. If only he could age backwards by ten years...not that age is a problem for me. It's not, really. But there's such a thing as too far apart, like my mum and dad.
The drone of day to day life during summer vacation...right now, I'm studying chemistry, reading books, listening to music, and catching up with blockbusters. I never watch movies while school's in session, and I don't know if that's a conscious decision or just something enforced by my three parents (the third being my 20 year old college brother). Well, that's not likely to change soon, anyway.
Well, then. I think I shall speak more about what I'm doing in my next post...and that depends on when I can use my laptop to hook up to the Ethernet cable. You see, my brother doesn't want me to blog. Meh. What do I care what other people think? As long as he doesn't tattle, I'm fine.
See you on Wednesday!
Yesterday. Fire. In the laundromat below one of the apartment buildings that comprise our complex.
All right, I'll try to speak in coherent sentences. Yesterday, during the heavy downpour, one of the drying machines became inflamed, most likely because it was overused and overheated. It started out small, as most fires do, I suppose. It was really small, though...the rear end of the one-and-three-fourths-meter tall machine just glowed brightly until my mom ordered me to fetch Louis/Luis, a dude who works for the superintendent. And I did fetch him. But I was smiling. And I don't know why.
I felt so strange! Accidents like this don't happen often to me, and when they do, I always find a way to blame myself. When my mom collapsed because of hyperglycemia, I felt like it was my fault for not being able to perform CPR (I was in the 7th grade at the time). And guess what? I know CPR now; I guess all I can do is hope I never have to use it, right?
And yesterday, I wasted two more dollars of my mommy's hard earned money by not forcing the quarters into the washing machine. Oh, and Louis/Luis paid out of his own pocket. >.< Right. So. I slammed the door of the dryer after putting in some more clothes (say, it's been a while since I helped my mother with the laundry) and the next thing I knew, I saw blue. And then yellow, and soon afterwards, orange. I guess it wasn't my fault, since my mother later informed me that the machine was a lot hotter before she started using it [LOL, it's so popular that none of the men and women who use the laundry-in-the-basement can keep away!]. It probably would have happened even if my mother and I had stood in different positions, except for the fact that my mom still would have been relieved.
This makes a great segue. After Louis/Luis came, he saw the fire, went to the fire extinguisher, broke the glass with his own hands, put out the fire, and then mopped up. (He's so old, but he works so hard!) Promptly, my mother walked over (but still stood at a distance) and casually remarked something along the lines of, "Hey, you know, we're all lucky I stick around with my laundry, unlike those other people, who stuff their belongings into the machines and [march out]." Well, she said it in Bengali, but I think I've translated that well...
To my surprise, Louis/Luis agreed. He even was a bit relieved that we called him so quickly, I think, because he mentioned something about what would have happened if the fire had gone up a couple of pipes that were right above it. What would have happened, you ask? I think something along the lines of "the entire complex going up in flames" would be the answer to that question.
Why am I writing about this? I think it's partly because of the guilt I felt (which I need not feel, according to mummy dear), but also because I was smiling and I couldn't stop. I guess it was just a bit exciting, in relation to the drone of day to day life during summer vacation. It wasn't a big incident, mind you. Just something strange. My first fire. Well, there was the wildfire...but that was during the Taconic trip. My first domestic fire, then.
After the incident occurred, my mother and I went to the supermarket. The shopping was pretty...typical. I hate shopping, to tell the truth, especially if it's with my mother. It's worse when we go to the mall, and I'm only able to avoid that when I've got homework. Right, anyway, there was this guy. Pretty tall actually, and half-cute. He tried to flirt. I'm not sure how to feel. I ignored him, actually. I'm not sure what I would have done if my mother wasn't around. If only he could age backwards by ten years...not that age is a problem for me. It's not, really. But there's such a thing as too far apart, like my mum and dad.
The drone of day to day life during summer vacation...right now, I'm studying chemistry, reading books, listening to music, and catching up with blockbusters. I never watch movies while school's in session, and I don't know if that's a conscious decision or just something enforced by my three parents (the third being my 20 year old college brother). Well, that's not likely to change soon, anyway.
Well, then. I think I shall speak more about what I'm doing in my next post...and that depends on when I can use my laptop to hook up to the Ethernet cable. You see, my brother doesn't want me to blog. Meh. What do I care what other people think? As long as he doesn't tattle, I'm fine.
See you on Wednesday!
Saturday, June 20, 2009
The Start of Summer
School's over! Hooray. I finished the only two finals I had this week on Tuesday and Thursday, and I'm pretty sure I did well on them. Well, I hope so, anyway.
As of now, it's pretty cold outside. Dark and dreary, too. I wish it would stop raining, but then again, all life needs water. I shouldn't be selfish, right? Right. Now. Talk about summer.
I've got ten days until I leave for Bangaldesh. I haven't gone back home in eleven years! Well, the U.S. is my home, too, since I'm an American citizen, but I can't neglect the Bengali side of me. Sorry, Bangla. I'm Bangladeshi, too. I don't think I can avoid that. Anywho. I look forward to seeing all of my _extended_ family. I really should memorize the names of those first cousins and those second cousins. I'd rather read, though.
Speaking of which...I've got an extensive reading list this summer. My brother told me to read _The Black Swan_ by Nassim Taleb, and it's pretty interesting. I think you'll have to wait until I finish reading it for more information. Oh, and I've got this book called _The Joy of Chemistry_. I should start...but I think I'll continue with my doing-nothing,listening-to-music, oversleeping-and-daydreaming schedule for just one more day.
They say the way to get ahead is to get started. I suppose that's the reason why I semi-failed this year, in the ninth grade. I started too late. And constant novelty sapped my initiative. Darn Gmail. Well. it's my fault, really. I had the willpower to keep from procrastinating. I guess I just didn't put it to use. Maybe, just maybe, I didn't have the willpower. Hmm...
People say I'm smart and I work hard. Why can't I ever agree with them? Oh, haha, FEYNMAN. He'd ask me what I care about what other people think. That reminds me. I need to go to Central Library to pick up my copy, which I requested a couple of days ago.
Right. And when I come back from Bangladesh, I think I'll study chem and prepare for the SAT II Bio. And read. And other stuff. Have a nice day, people. ROCK OUT.
P.S. Too tired to proofread. Tell me if you find mistakes, kk?
As of now, it's pretty cold outside. Dark and dreary, too. I wish it would stop raining, but then again, all life needs water. I shouldn't be selfish, right? Right. Now. Talk about summer.
I've got ten days until I leave for Bangaldesh. I haven't gone back home in eleven years! Well, the U.S. is my home, too, since I'm an American citizen, but I can't neglect the Bengali side of me. Sorry, Bangla. I'm Bangladeshi, too. I don't think I can avoid that. Anywho. I look forward to seeing all of my _extended_ family. I really should memorize the names of those first cousins and those second cousins. I'd rather read, though.
Speaking of which...I've got an extensive reading list this summer. My brother told me to read _The Black Swan_ by Nassim Taleb, and it's pretty interesting. I think you'll have to wait until I finish reading it for more information. Oh, and I've got this book called _The Joy of Chemistry_. I should start...but I think I'll continue with my doing-nothing,listening-to-music, oversleeping-and-daydreaming schedule for just one more day.
They say the way to get ahead is to get started. I suppose that's the reason why I semi-failed this year, in the ninth grade. I started too late. And constant novelty sapped my initiative. Darn Gmail. Well. it's my fault, really. I had the willpower to keep from procrastinating. I guess I just didn't put it to use. Maybe, just maybe, I didn't have the willpower. Hmm...
People say I'm smart and I work hard. Why can't I ever agree with them? Oh, haha, FEYNMAN. He'd ask me what I care about what other people think. That reminds me. I need to go to Central Library to pick up my copy, which I requested a couple of days ago.
Right. And when I come back from Bangladesh, I think I'll study chem and prepare for the SAT II Bio. And read. And other stuff. Have a nice day, people. ROCK OUT.
P.S. Too tired to proofread. Tell me if you find mistakes, kk?
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