Stupid

I've been stupid. Okay, not very stupid, but slightly stupid. See, I was trying to download Snatch , because my parents took my "hard copy" of the movie with them. I should have made them leave it here. Oh well. Anyway, so I was trying to download this for hours! I am not even joking! I literally spent three hours trying to get a copy of the movie that actually worked. Sad? Very. As soon as I realised how sad this was, I researched some movie download sites. I landed on one that had a one-year subscription to downloadable movies for 19.95USD. I found this reasonable, so I took it. Ok, maybe I didn't find it reasonable, maybe I just wanted to use my shiny new credit card online. Maybe I was stupid! Point is, I got a one-year subscription of which I was very proud. Oooh, look at me all grown up. I just used my credit card! I was proud, but nervous like the geek I am, but then I thought to myself, hey, it's my credit card, it'll be my money, no one can ever call me on it. So I got into this site and do you know what they tell me?? They tell me to download ARES!!! I was annoyed, but I did it. AresULTRA 1.0.1. Ok, now what. Now, this site tells me, download whatever movies you want on Ares!!! Why thank you very much!!! At first I thought they'd scammed me, but then I saw that AresULTRA is not a free service, so I went on and downloaded the movie. The download went well, so I was happy for a while. But then when I tried downloading others, they wouldn't download!!!! I was back to where I had started from, 20 dollars (american!) poorer! Which is when I realised that I share my credit card with my dad. And he's gonna have some questions about this purchase....CRAP. *Sigh* I'm muy frutrated.

P.S.: RiS has been updated.

Well Then

Well here it is. An update on my life as it stands now. I'm 18 (19 in December) and I'm currently in the CEGEP II at Marianopolis College. Now, funny thing about Marianopolis, that I thought I should mention as an aside, is that it has this teeny tiny thing called a reputation. It's supposed to be one of those hard-ass competitive, leave no prisoners kinda institution. Marianopolis students are supposed to be the cream of the crop, the cherry on top of the sundae so to speak. We are supposed to be the most responsible, ambitious, intelligent almost-adults out there. We are the ones sacrificing our teenage-hood (I guess you could call it...) so that we can get somewhere; more specifically, McGill. You'd think that Marianopolis was one of those doctor/scientist-producing machines that just does not quit! Except, and here's the shocker, it isn't. We're not the most responisble students! Hell, we're not even just plain-old responsible half the time! We don't study our teenage years away. If we did, you wouldn't be reading this right now. Most of us, are just normal people who genuinely care whether our friends succeed or not. No, we are the Draco Malfoys of CEGEP students, making other people's failure our motivation to succeed. And no, we don not ALL want to be doctors! Disregard me, I am obviously an exception. Went in considering a future in physics, came out being unreasonably nervous about getting accepted into pre-med. I shiver at the thought. Okay, so maybe just the word (or is it two?) "pre-med" is enough to reduce most of us to being ambitious zombies, but we get over it. We do realise that McGill med-school isn't exactly our Holy Grail. And yet, year after year the reputation stands strong. Year after year McGill lauds and praises the quality (and quantity) of Marianopolis students. This has me thinking, having a reputation is a goddamn lottery. You don't have to keep it up, as long as other people think you are as good as you say you are, the future is yours! Of course, it goes without saying that my college does have a basic sense of what churns out a good student and what doesn't. I'm not trying to portray it in a negative light at all. In fact, it is one of the better schools I have been to. I merely want to show how important keeping up your 'rep' is. This is a philosophy that I try to implement in my own personality. Any of my friends will tell you that when it comes to my intelligence, I am the least modest person in the world. I maintain that I am a natural genius who never spends more than a day or two studying for an exam. While the latter part is true, people must be really stupid to believe that I am a natural genius. Far from it. For example, in my math class this term, I have given up on trying to even begin to understand what the hell the woman in the front of the classroom is rambling on about. Although, I suspect this might be due to the woman in question and not my own ability to grasp the subject. Nevertheless, it's only because I portray this over-confident exterior that people actually think I have some sort of intelligence. And you know what? I begin to think so myself. Which is not exactly a bad thing. And hence, my reputation remains as strong as that of my college. All this to say that yes, I am in fact in my second year at Marianopolis.

That was point one. Point two: I have officially begun my life alone. The world of adulthood is now open. Except not really, because I certainly don't feel like an adult. I miss my parents enourmously, my brother as well. Though I would die before I admit anything. Uh, well, not die die, but you know...figuratively. I was rather looking forward to this chapter in my existence. Thinking that, finally, I would be able to make my own decisions and mistakes. Finally, I'd be able to live and grow like I wanted to. My first step into this fantasy world was, quite anti-climactically, accompanied by the thought, "I miss my mommy!" Again, figurative death ensued. The first few days went by in a sort of daze (heh) and I just thanked god (or whoever) that school had strated. I don't know how I would have survived without college life. But then things got...not better, but routine. And like clockwork, I fell into it. And I got more and more used to it. And I suspect that I'll keep getting used to it until I don't even think about it. The only problem is, there is one thing holding me back. My house. This damned house that will just not get sold on the goddamned Montreal market because of the stupid elections! Separatist bastards! Not that I have anything against them personally (Vive le Quebec et cetera), it's just that, do they have to put the fear of a referendum in the hearts of the population now??? I take that as a personal attack. I need for this house to get sold! As sweet as it is having a huge friggin' house with a pool to yourself, it really sucks when said huge house is totally devoid of any other life form. *Sigh* I wish I had a dog. Talking of dogs, I'll need to find a pet-friendly appartment when this $#%##$^ house gets sold. Because I'm getting a dog. A Husky. With gray eyes.

Long Time, No Post

Ok, I pretty much too tired and sleepy to go into too much detail here, but I've had this inspiration for a story. A very vague inspiration. So vague in fact, I'm not even sure whether to write it as an original piece or a fanfiction. The latter because I've been reading fanfiction lately, and I always get sucked into that world. Anyway, I have update it on "The Rest Is Silence". For now, I'm going to leave that as the title. We shall see what happens with that.

As for talking about what's happened to me...I shall leave that to a say when I'm not feeling this exhausted.

Peace out.

Stick a fork in me

I'm done and there's a snow storm outside. I AM LOVING LIFE!!

I'm Bored

Yup, my life is pretty boring. Physics studying needs to get done, but I'm just not feelin' the vibe right now. I was so bored that I took a few photos of the pretty pretty snow in my backyard.

These would be really good pictures if those stupid cables weren't in the way, but what can you do? People insist on lighting their houses...stupid electricity. But yeah, otherwise, don't the sapins look pretty? *Sigh* life is banal...

You know, I was thinking, the universe is pretty big, I mean, compare it to a peanut, and it's huuge! I wonder what kind of life forms exist. I mean there must be an infinite number of them, since there are millions on Earth itself. Maybe all the fantasy/sci-fi novels ever written are really relating experiences that the authors had with these ET life forms. Think about it! Middle Earth might be just a few million light years away! Hard to believe that Tolkein thought up all that to the last insignificant detail. How could he have come up with the grammar to Sindarin unless he already had some idea what it sounded like, hmmm?

Oh, good lord, I cannot let my colleges find out about this blog...I sound like a lunatic. I might be sort of a moron, but a lunatic is pushing it. The moron thing was proven on Monday.

The Story:

Monday came, bringing with it the date of my calculus final. I had been studying for it like I have never studied for anything before. My eyes were on my books the entire weekend and a got up solely to eat. And sleep. And you know, take a break once in a while, watch a little TV, play a little solitaire...anyway. Monday came and I got up with the confidence that comes from studying well, and knowing that you have an hour before the exam to learn those last ten formulas. I knew that I was gonna ace this one, provided that I got half an hour to study the theory. The day looked bright! The exam was at 12h00 and I got to school at 11h00, proud to be responsible enough to come an hour early! I was there and I was ready to go freak out some already nervous kids. Poor bastards, I thought. Their nervousness won't do them any good. They should follow my example: work hard and make sure you get enough time before the exam to learn those essential bits and pieces. I arrived with all my mightiness in tow only to find the corridors empty. Not a soul stirred, not a voice whispered...a little more and we'd be in Wisconsin. I got this sinking feeling that maybe I'd displayed a bit of overeagerness in going there so early. But no, I thought. There have gotta be other losers around here somewhere. But no, no one. Spooky. So I hung around, feeling weird and more freaked out by the second. Ok, I said, today is Monday, because there was an ad for Prison Break which is on Monday. So, I had the Monday thing. But what if the exam is on Tuesday, I wondered. Hmmm, better go check the schedule now - on the day of the exam by the way. I went, I checked, I froze. Oh dear god, oh Oedipus' mother, oh Zeus' balls...........I was late!!! I was fucking late! The exam had started at 9hoo and I was 2 HOURS LATE!!! Late for my calculus final, I didn't know whether to laugh at myself or beat the crap outta myself. I was choking, I couldn't breathe! I ran to the dean's office like I've never run up four flights of stairs before. I was hyperventilating, I was having a premature heart attack. I can't die now!! (I screamed) I'm not even in my prime! The dean was pretty patient while I got over myself. She smiled and said, that's a pretty stupid mistake. I fainted. But, she went on, a mistake nonetheless. And, you're not the only one, seven or eight other people made the same mistake. Well that's great, I said, except that I don't care! I missed my friggin' math final!! She kept on smiling suspiciously and I couldn't tell whether she was laughing at me or not and it was driving me nuts! Well, I inquired, what now? I cursed mysef for not stealing some cyanide from the chemistry lab. At least I would have had a way out if she closed all the other doors. No need to panic, she said calmly. Panic? Lady, panic is history! You will be able to retake it, she declared. It was at that instant that I started believing in god, for a second, but that's beside the point. So, she told me I could retake it on January the 10th, but not earlier. I grabbed the chance and litterally ran out the door.

That was a pretty bad day for me. Stuff like this only happens to me, I swear! Well, me and those other seven or eight morons.

I like the snow...

Wow, it has been a long time since I last posted. I have been so busy lately that I don't even remember what day it is.....I have no idea how that relates to anything, but anyway...moving on. It's strange, I'm in a weirdly calm, giddy sorta mood. It was snowing this morning and it looked as if we were in a snow globe. I love that feeling, it made me pretty happy. And then I had to take a chemistry exam, which kinda ruined the whole thing, but now it's over and I'm happy again. I was looking out the window at night (yeah....I told you I was in a weird mood) and it was so pretty. It wasn't snowing anymore, but the whole street was covered with snow and the lights were reflecting off of it (granted that's kinda of a sign of light pollution, but that's beside the point) and oh...I love the winter in Canada. I think that's the one thing I missed the most. Sad, but true. Oh, and the house across the street had their outdoor tree all lit up! It was postcard perfect, I swear...

Oh god, I'm in such a bubble right now; I have a feeling it's gonna pop pretty soon. I just found out that a friend of mine is pregnant and that she's gonna have an abortion on the 11th of January. It's pretty shocking, let me tell you, to hear this from someone who you didn't expect to be in this sort of situation. It's the sort of thing that happens in the O.C. I wouldn't have been able to handle it like she has, and she has a lot of other problems as well...I guess that made me look at my innocent little life and, surprisingly, I feel pretty protected right now. My biggest worry is to study for the rest of my exams, and it's not as big as it should be....I can't even imagine...anyway...

Yeah, snow does make me feel all holiday-y and 'fuzzy', for lack of a less girly word...

Personal Statement

“A range of academic interests, personal perspectives, and life experiences adds much to the educational mix. Given your personal background, describe an experience that illustrates what you would bring to the diversity in a college community or an encounter that demonstrated the importance of diversity to you.”

“So, where are you from?” The question seems simple enough and yet, it is almost impossible for me to provide a straight answer. I was born in India. Does that help? Of course, the fact that I haven’t lived there for the past ten years cannot be overlooked. My father’s job has led us to a life in almost every continent. Asia aside, I have lived in Africa, my family and I spent three years in Algeria; America, I am currently a Canadian citizen living in Quebec; and Europe, I was in London, England for the past couple of years. I have to take all these elements into consideration while I desperately try to provide the shortest answer I can to the aforementioned question. Let’s just say, people find it hard to stay awake while I am narrating my life story. Therefore, it’s been a recent hobby of mine to try and come up with a self-definition that would help me keep the audience’s interest and I have managed to reduce it to a two-word phrase: I am a world citizen. Fitting, don’t you think? The only thing I would have to do to make that statement absolutely true would be to spend a few years in Australia and South America. Then, I’d be all set. However, I do think that my experience with people from all around the world has made me a richer person in what I have to bring to the college community.

This experience has been greatly added to during my recent stay in London, where I went to an international school. It was there, more than anywhere else, that I actually gained a sense of how diverse our world is. I became very close to people from Japan, Holland, Israel, Norway, Germany, Australia, Pakistan and the United States, just to name a few. That school was a melting pot of different cultures, ideals and expectations and it helped all of us understand how great we could make this world if only we learned to face and accept these differences.

It is this understanding that I bring with me to your community. During my life, I have opened my mind to so many diverse viewpoints that I almost have to consider every single one of them before I can formulate my own opinion about a situation. I have learned to treasure diversity and use my own experience with it to my advantage. After having lived from country to country, changing schools like I change clothes, I am proud to say that I can adapt to almost any new situation in a matter of days. As a world citizen, I bring to you my sense of wonder at what diversity really is and my will to help people see how brilliant we could make our future if only we embraced our differences.

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The end is a little cheesy, I know. So, if anyone has any suggestions, I'm glad to take them.

Danke