It is time.

It's 12:00. (Right now it is, by the time I publish God-knows how much later it'll be)
So basically it's 19-Dec-2010. The whole of UAE is either snoring comfortably or chilling out and enjoying the holiday season. For us it is the dreaded date - ICT Paper 3. And almost all of us 10s are trying hard to stay awake and practice as much as possible and pass tomorrow. Most of us are online and calling each other up to clear up confusions, or asking how much is left/covered. I'm still stuck on trying to practice Frontpage. I've been slightly successful as get hold of it I did, but the download is a massive one and I don't know if the rest of the plan will work and if I'll actually manage to practice sufficiently along with catching a few hours' sleep.

So my point is basically to pass time. While the download goes on, instead of revising MS Excel formulas(e?) or honing my PowerPoint skills (ignore), I'm here preparing the next treat for my blog readers.

I can't believe how brutally I wasted this weekend. Thursday was 10 Muharram so no parhai on that day. Friday I got up at about 12:30, pushed my sleepy lazy self out of bed at 1, had breakfast at 1:30, stuck to the laptop at 2, checked Facebook, searched for skin remedies/ exercises/ crash diet plans/ other useless shit and did every other imaginable useless task. I kept reminding myself of the exam but hah did you expect me to listen to the boring reminding voice. So, yeah, I wasted the whole of Friday.

Saturday - pretty much the same routine till 2. Then I got serious and phoned three friends and asked them how much they'd done. First one - the loser was asleep. Second - "tumhay lagta hai maine shuru kia hoga?". Third - "haan yar soch rahi thi shuru karun lekin abhi tou so ke uthi hun". And I was like WOW. Ye tou mere se bhi do hath agay hain. Kher, I started with something atleast.... and gave up 10 min later. Went for a sauna bath and had a long shower after that. Half of the day wasted - just the cue for me to start studying. At 6 I properly started. And believe me, the first 5 questions in the paper took me TWO hours. TWO hours. But I Godknowshow completed that section. So I was done with two sections (having done another one earlier sometime). One left. But no program on which it was to be done. But a friend got in contact with the IT genius in our class and he told her how to get hold of FrontPage. I was ecstatic at finally being able to practice FrontPage but there was a measly little problem. It's midnight and the download would take two hours. And I would need another two hours to practice. Which would deprive me of my precious beauty sleep. But oh well, no pain, no gain. So here I am, blogging while the download completes. No prospect of it being completed before one hour btw.

Erm. I just read the post. Jokes apart, it doesn't make sense to me. So it doesn't really have to make sense to you haha. But I'll post it all the same. My blog, after all.

Btw, The Me, fatima-, Maryam & Furree Katt thankyou people for commenting :D
+ Maryam awesome hai aap, maaloom hai apko? <3

Pray for me y'all. Byebye.
PS:50% hogya download. Abhi aik aur ghanta baqi hai. -_-

Second post in under 3 hours, IMPROVEMENT!

I present, fellow bloggers, -insert drumroll please- my second blog post in under 3 hours, for the first time ever in the one year history of My Pensieve! -applause-
Okay sorry, but I loove to exaggerate.
So I went to study. I opened a past paper. I skipped the first question (that spans about 2 whole pages of the paper) because it was to be done in MS Frontpage and we all know I don't have it, so let's not rub it in. Okay, next question. PowerPoint. I proceeded with the first step - took15 minutes to be solved because I used so many means (excluding my sleepy brain) at once to try and get it done. Asked a senior on FB chat how she got it done in her exam, tried different Google searches, clicked on random results, skimmed through many and finally one told me how you open/create/whatever a master slide/ slide master/ whatever.
Did the first step. Congratulated myself. Proceeded to next. Bloody hell, WHEN DID SHE EVER TEACH US THAT?, I thought. And then out came the curses and rants about how the incompetent teacher could ever have set us such an exam when she knowwws we're not not not prepared - and it's not our fault, the entire school management knows it, the teacher is the masla. And sadly, nothing can be done about it because, according to our academic co-ordinator, despite looking for a replacement none has been found because whoever is better than the present one is already well-placed and well-paid. So we make do with the one we have.
This might not even make sense to you, but you get the idea haina.

I want to blog about this thingg on my mind. But for (obvious?) reasons I can't/won't/whatever. But soon IA I will - using the 'show, don't tell' tactic maybe. Or using a new scheme half-formed in my mind. InshaAllah soon.

Okay so however hard I try, I can't keep the bloody ICT mock exam out of my mind. There is a serious serious problem. There are three programs/applications I need to master by Sunday in order to get a decent grade. The first part of problem: One of the three isn't in my computer, the second one I know only the basics of, but sadly the basics are not even included in the exam - it's all about the bloody technical stuff, the third one has loads and loads of complications, I'm sure of it - but I'm just feeling confident about it cbecause I haven't really explored it properly. The second part: There is no teacher available. everyone in the family is just as familiar with the technical shit as I am. The third part: I have no clue how to deal with it. Obviously nothing would come of writing long useless blog posts but THERE'S NOTHING I CAN DO ABOUT IT.

And the exaggeration in the above is minimal, trust me.

So Imma go worry about it some more, wall-post friends and hope for a solution to be there in the morning.
Bye-bye y'all. Pray for me.

The dormant blogger in me has awoken - Rejoice!

Hello people :D

So I was reminded that the blog I very enthusiastically created last year exists to this day and is available for viewing to the world by a visit to my Hotmail account earlier today. I check the account not very often because Facebook ke ilawa koi mail nai karta mujhay. But I had some work to do so I went to Hotmail, did what I was supposed to without even  glancing at the countless unread emails, the majority of which were sent by loser Facebook WHEN I NOTICED SOMETHING. Something that looked like 'Furree Katt'. Upon paying closer attention I found out that this wonderful wonderful blogger had left a comment on latest (3month-old) post. I was so ecstatic that I forgot all about the highly-important-natured work I had and became intent on what the comment asked me to do, which was basically: blog.

Okay enough of that.

So I have been very very busy. Not that being free made any difference to my frequency of blogging. So that isn't much of an excuse. But what the heck, who cares about why I don't blog. Right now, by the way, I  should be preparing for the bloody IT exam. But I have just made an unpleasant discovery - I don't have the programs required for practicing for the exam on my ancient laptop. Big big masla. But I'll worry about it later. Sunday ko hai exam. Abhi time hai.

Result out on 23rd. Please please pray for me. I need to get what I aimed for or else I eventually sink into a massive depressed state and that will ruin ruin ruin all the plans for the 2 week winter break.

The highly-important-natured work is no longer resting at the back of my mind where I pushed it to and prioritized blogging. My conscience is repeatedly nagging me to start with the massive amount of work I have to get done this weekend, half of which has already sailed past.

Bye bye. More rants later. Oh yes, more of them coming. :D

PS: COMMENT PEOPLE, FOR GOODNESS'S SAKE, COMMENT. Those heavenly words are one of the few things that I look forward to in my monotonous life.

Ignore the last bit.

Blogpost.

My bloodshot eyes are itching because of sleep-deprivation and continuously staring at the laptop. I slept at about 12:30am. Woke up, whining, at 4:00am for sehri. I slept for a nice long while during the roza, but it was not enough. It's 8:42pm. I want to sleep but heaven-knows-why it won't come to me. But I can hardly lie still in bed and wait to doze off. So here I am with another boring blog post because there's nothing else to do.

Ramzan is almost over. The usual Eid-cleaning got delayed somehow and will most probably start tomorrow. And Eid-cleaning is not just any cleaning, it is practically sterilizing the house to make it fit for Eid guests. No speck of dust should be visible to the eye. Everything should be spotless, in its immaculate form. It is tiring, but it's kinda fun when we all do it together; me, Mum & little bro. Everything is fun when you're with your favourite people.

I'm looking forward to Eid because:

• it coincides with my birthday, 
• I get to wear new dresses specially made for me, 
• of the people who'll IA visit us, 
• of the loadsss of desserts 
• & the invitations we have for Eid milan parties

Which has to be one awesome Eid.

Okay bye.

A weird being, yours-not-so-truly is.

It's weird how I can feel immense dislike towards someone very close and revert to loving them dearly, all in the space of few short minutes.

It's weird how I can give the best advice to some troubled friend, how I can listen to everything that friend has to say without any objection and how I find myself lost when I need advice, or want someone close to listen to me.

It's weird how I look forward to Ramadan, then waste the greater part of it and feel overcome with regret in the last five days.

It's weird how my feverish excitement can completely eveaporate and leave no trace of itself behind due to one measly little event.

It's weird how I can't think of any more weird things I do now, and how I was bursting with them few minutes ago.

It's weird how I'm thinking I'll complete this list awhile later, when I very well know I will not.

Oh well. I have to concede to the fact that I've run out of weird things, so I'll have to end the post.

Tata.

Hi. So I had a nice big post planned. My usual rants about everyday life, random complaints, my feelings, thoughts, views, wishes... everything was supposed to be in the post yours truly is writing right now. But there's a wee bit of problem.

I cannot for the life of me recall anything I'd planned.

So there. You, my non-existent readers, have been denied the pleasure of being enlightened about my highly-uninteresting life. Better luck next time, y'all.

Well. To heck with what I've forgotten. I'll just write whatever comes to my mind now and hope it'll all combine to form a nice big post.

Summer holidays. Oh, the magic of these words. The mere thought of three parhai-free months cheers me up. And the actual commencement of the aforementioned is something I long for the whole year. When the end of final exams is near, everyone is heard talking about their plans for the holidays. "Main to Pakistan ja rahi hun yaar.", "Oh, we'll go to Pakistan first, then to Malaysia and Singapore.", "Yeah, I'm going to Iran.", "I'll run off to England as soon as the result comes out!"... these were one of the few responses I got from fellows upon inquiring about their plans. I was looking forward to a similar, enjoyable vacation, packed with excitement. But as it turns out, fate had something else in store for me. Something that included me being stuck here in this country where the temperature goes up to 49C. But no complaints. -sighs-
My daily routine in holidays is something I'm ashamed of. Getting up late, having one proper meal in a day, being glued to the computer, lazing around, doing absolutely nothing productive... you get the idea, don't you, my non-existent readers? This year it's a bit worse. Tempers are usually high, and there's less-than-usual activity. All I do is stare at the laptop for God-knows-how-long, shout occasionally at little bro, sleep at odd times, have bits of food when my tummy rumbles, moan & complain, and do nothing constructive.
So basically, this summer will take a miracle to be a memorable one. Unless I have some sense knocked into me. Which is also kinda impossible without a miracle.

I'll just go and finish my Capri-Sun and wish Dad brings a shawarma tonight.
Bye, y'all.

Sorry. Run out of titles. Again. =\

Weekend. Finally. Thank you, Lord.

But I won't get to enjoy the weekend as much as I'd like to, because Uncle End-of-Year-Tests is just round the corner. I'm worried sick. But it's not like my being worried sick is having an effect on my internet-ing habits. I'm still on Facebook/ (isn't it time MS Word/ Blogger/ everything else stopped trying to tell me 'Facebook' isn't a word?) Blogger/ MSN/ whatnot every moment of my free time. Well. This would have to change, obviously. I'd die of guilt and shame if I score less than I what I hope to in Uncle End-of-Year-Tests. *shudders*

I signed in to Blogger today to find the Pakistani blogosphere abuzz because of the ban on Facebook. And YouTube and Flickr too, apparently. Found very interesting pieces like this one here. Many people who blogged about the issue have a fair point. Why not ban only the blasphemous content, why the whole sites? They banned YouTube, Facebook and Wikipedia. Why are they oblivious to the fact that the sites provide loads of positive stuff too? There's stuff against Islam, and the teachings of Islam all over the internet. So why not make the internet inaccessible in the country? It's beyond most of us why the LHC took this decision. I wholeheartedly condemn the page that was the cause of this ban, but we should have shown our opposition in more practical ways than violence and banning a handful of (useful) sites.

-Abrupt change of topic-

When I first came to the UAE, I remember someone saying that a fine of as much as 100K Dirhams is payable by anyone who killed a camel, intentionally or otherwise. I thought this law was a bit weird. How could anyone kill a camel? I imagined a road in the middle of the desert, with a car, the driver of which is not aware of a camel crossing the road... when he does become aware of the fact, he rams his feet hard on the brake, the car comes to a screeching halt, and the poor camel is lying on the road, injured, of course. :p

This was a scene I had thought I was very, very unlikely to witness. But witness it I did. And at a time when I had been least expecting to. The scene was similar to what I had imagined, except that no one got hurt
We were on our way home from school. Had missed a turn or something, and were God-knows where.Ours was pretty much the only car on the slim road in the middle of the desert. The speed was 80km/h. Until we saw the ship-of-the-desert crossing the road, that is. We slowed down, and waited patiently for the majestic (to me, at least. Don't know about anyone else) creature to cross. Little bro, however, was not very patient, and made it apparent by saying, 'Ab jaldi kar lain road cross, your majesty.' Lol. And I cursed myself repeatedly for not having a camera on me. That was something you didn't get to see everyday. -_-

-Abrupt end of post. Bye.-

PS: My writing skills are worsening at a rapid pace. 

Awesomeness.

Read this at school. Wanted to share.

Lincoln's letter to his son's teacher.

 

He will have to learn, I know,
that all men are not just,
all men are not true.
But teach him also that
for every scoundrel there is a hero;
that for every selfish Politician,
there is a dedicated leader…
Teach him for every enemy there is a friend,

Steer him away from envy,
if you can,
teach him the secret of
quiet laughter.

Let him learn early that
the bullies are the easiest to lick…
Teach him, if you can,
the wonder of books…
But also give him quiet time
to ponder the eternal mystery of birds in the sky,
bees in the sun,
and the flowers on a green hillside.

In the school teach him
it is far honourable to fail
than to cheat…
Teach him to have faith
in his own ideas,
even if everyone tells him
they are wrong…
Teach him to be gentle
with gentle people,
and tough with the tough.

Try to give my son
the strength not to follow the crowd
when everyone is getting on the band wagon…
Teach him to listen to all men…
but teach him also to filter
all he hears on a screen of truth,
and take only the good
that comes through.

Teach him if you can,
how to laugh when he is sad…
Teach him there is no shame in tears,
Teach him to scoff at cynics
and to beware of too much sweetness…
Teach him to sell his brawn
and brain to the highest bidders
but never to put a price-tag
on his heart and soul.

Teach him to close his ears
to a howling mob
and to stand and fight
if he thinks he’s right.
Treat him gently,
but do not cuddle him,
because only the test
of fire makes fine steel.

Let him have the courage
to be impatient…
let him have the patience to be brave.
Teach him always
to have sublime faith in himself,
because then he will have
sublime faith in mankind.

This is a big order,
but see what you can do…
He is such a fine little fellow,
my son!

Caution: Ramdon updates ahead.

This is a very ramdon post. As the title suggests.

Unnecessary/ excessive use of exclamation marks should be punishable by law. How cool is using exclamation marks instead of every punctuation mark?

I want to throw up when people:
TyPe lYkE d!Hz, randomly Capitialise normal Words in sentences, use spellings like 'nd, bt, knw, cud, abt', add a 'z', or worse, an 'x' after 'lol', or show that they have never heard of things such as 'full stops' and 'commas' (example: 'hmm lol ok i knw ill be waitng thnx ma lov luv ya bye muahx').

Okay, I know I probably should keep my views to myself.

Smooth Criminal needs to get out of my head.

I think I messed up my Bio test. I don't know why I feel so satisfied. (Umeed pe dunya qaim ha.)

I lovvvvvve The Me's bloggg. <3 :D

There's something wrong with my camera's battery. :'(

I went to Getex Dubai. It was awessssooommmee. There were sooo many universities. Offering sooo many scholarships. Which obviously meant sooo many opportunities for me. I can't wait to get into one of those universities. :D

Merely two days after five long days of non-stop hard work is not enough time for a break. It's high time the administration of my school realised this.

I find Popeye SOOO lame and weird and unrealistic. Do you, too?

I owe so much to Sergey Brin and Larry Page. <3

I am very nostalgic these days. Bohat yaad ata ha sab kuch...

I are being followed. =O. By 9 people! =O =O =D

School for 12 years, college for another 6 years, work until you die... how fair is that?

Enough ranting. Bye-bye.

There's GOT to be a way.

I need to go into Facebook re-hab. My addiction to that site is growing by the day. I have a huge Chemistry test to prepare. There's French work, too. Not to mention that God-damned Physics presentation. But. I STILL have time to go on Facebook and spend hours there.

This is not good.

I want to get the highest in that test. Which I take in a few hours' time. But whenever I open that copy, nothing just GETS into my mind... flows over the top of my head. D:

Please tell me how I should bring myself to study when there's a laptop with a high-speed internet connection in front of me. If any suggestion works, I'll owe you more than anything I can ever pay.

Yeah, really. I'm that desperate. D:

You have to look through the rain to see the rainbow. :)

Friends, you know what, every day can be a good one, if we want it to see it that way, that is. Yes, really. It depends upon your definition of 'good days'. Believe it or not, we can find happiness in the simplest of things. For instance, once I was in the worst of my moods, wearing a disgusting scowl and emanating a dont-talk-to-me-i'll-kill-you radiation which those in my vicinity were acting against. So, you can imagine how hard it was to make me smile at that time. :P
I have this weird habit of Facebooking more than usual when I'm in a bad mood. That time was no exception. I was on Facebook, and saw a new message by a very good friend. It was a VERY cute one. Told me how much she missed me and loved me. I slowly took in the meaning of those three lines, and lo and behold, I was all smiles after that.
In that baddd mood, when I thought everything was meant to be against me, I was told that I was loved and missed. Made my day, that message really did. =).
My point is that there's a silver lining in every dark cloud. No matter what you're going through, there's ALWAYS a silver lining. Look for it, it may turn up in the most unexpected of places. Trust me. =)

My blog.

Is not dead.

Hahaha, yes. I haven't updated in ages.

I know.

But. 

That does not mean it's dead.

Maybe I should stop, because I don't really know what I'm writing. =S

Kher. Ladies and gentlemen, I are back. =D

It's funny how this sounds like I'm addressing  a really big audience. =]

I got another follower, by the way. :D.

Which makes up for the one I lost. ='(

Which means I'm back on 5. =]

Okay, really now. I must end this post, which is getting weirder by the word. =|

B-bye.

=\

Hate is a strong word.

I hate her. I knew all along she wasn't worth it. Today, she confirmed it.
She's the most spoilt child in the history of spoilt children. That's why I kinda mantained a certain distance from her even when we became good friends. She was always like that. Rude, arrogant, too straightforward, didn't care about others' feelings. In other words, hers was a don't-give-a-damn attitude.

I have these disgusting habits of being sensitive, minding every little thing, taking jokes seriously and being a drama queen. According to her, that is. She told me this repeatedly. After every mean thing she said to me. "OMG, you're so sensitive. Har baat dil pe le leti ho." And then she'd talk behind my back, literally, telling her best friend (who's now very, very close to me), "Yar, ye har baat mind kar jati ha." and other bad characteristics I have. (I could hear every word.)

Things changed with the passage of time and we learned to co-exist. Some things never change, though. Every once in a while, she would let out a remark about me, which, you guessed it, was not very polite. I learned to stay quiet (well, almost quiet) and not get into any serious arguments.

Still, I regarded her as a friend. She was nice at times, I have to admit. I thought now, after all these years, she might have changed or the better. I had nothing against her.

How wrong I was. Oh, how wrong.

Few days ago she made my cyber life hell by writing bullshit about me on a friend's photo. A point that has been taken up by two people who insist upon discussing it and refuse to let me hear the end of it. I tried to explain politely, but that didn't work. Even that friend who has posted the photo (which does not include me), asked them to kindly shut up. That made matters worse. Now maybe I should ignore them and their idiotic views they think are very important to be made public.

So, thank you, W, for that. Thanks a lot. I hope insulting a friend and insisting upon what you did was no big deal made your life better, because mine suddenly is a great deal worse now.

I hate you for that.
I know hate is a strong word. That's why I'm using it.

Library blues

Can you believe it?! Only few days ago I was ranting about how badly I needed books. Today, I am in a library with 49,000 books, and I don't KNOW what to read! Gawd.

The staff here is kind of sarra wa. As in very sarra wa. Like they don't want any questions. They look like they're bored out of minds. I have asked few questions, not very cheerfully did they give me (very unhelpful) answers. There are other things bugging me right now. Questions nagging me. I want answers. The library people are not very keen on helping me get them.

Oh, did I mention this library has 49,000 books? No, no. This has a decent number, but nowhere NEAR 49k. Their database has this many. And you don't have access to the database if you're a non-member. But I AM a member. -_-. That's what's bugging me. I want to ask them how to gain access to the database. But no one likes to be treated like scum. That's how they're treating me. Maybe I'm exaggerating a little. Or more, maybe. =P

So, let's suppose I can see their database. The question is:

What do I read?!?!?!

I plan to issue few Nancy Drew books. Harry Potter will take a week. Maybe I should issue past papers ki koi book. Hmm.

Oh, update.

I just asked them about the database. They readily agreed to show me. But I didn't need it just then. I was using this computer, how could I leave it unattended, with my Blogger, Facebook, Hotmail signed in? Still, she told me to sit on the database wala computer. I said that I was using the other one and wanted to continue doing so for half an hour. She was like, "Okay, khalas. No broblem."

Made me feel like a complete loser. -_-

YAAAAY! ^_^

Two reasons to yay:

I have a new cameraaaaa. Just the perfect one for me. 10mp, relatively big LCD, lithium-ion battery, twenty-nine scene modes ( *.* ), anti-shaking mode, face-detection, smile shutter, aaaaaaaand can be sold for more than AED 600. =D *weeps with joy*

Hey, I know it's not the best camera in the whole wide world, and I'm not showing off, but it IS a reason for me to rejoice, after all.

Second, Daddy got the driving licence after 3 long months of  lots of classes and tests. =D. Now it's only a matter of time before our good ol' jeep gets up and running, with us in it. :D :D

That's it, have to get the house in good shape before the guests come barging in. Not an inviting task, I tell you. =|

BACK with yet another RANT. =P

a diary is something in which you can pour your heart out. This blog is supposed to be my online diary. Then why can't I let everything out? Everytime I make a mental note to blog about how I feel, I can never actually make it. I always end up writing the positive stuff; stuff that makes me sound as if everything's okay and as if I'm really enjoying life. But NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. I'm NOOOOOOOOOT enjoying life. And I want to blog about it. Yes, I really do. So from now on, I'm going to blog regularly about my sad, depressed state. AND my posts are going to be dark and depressing and... bah. I dunno.

i have lost count of how many sessions of wailing and crying and whining i've gone through. i dont know how to get rid of my depression. i dont know how longer i'll have to go thru this. this agonizing period seems to be stretching on for evermore. i want to go. 'there'. 'THAT' place. i know a change of evironment will help. oh but i'm not entitled to it, am i? hmm. NOT. sometimes my depression is overpowered by anger and frustration. one second i'm ok, the next, i've flown into a rage. i cant sleep at night. so i keep staring at the ceiling, with my head thinking furiously...

"HELLO, this is NOT the way you look at things. if you don't have something you want, QUIT whining, for God's sake. turn towards your CREATOR, the Almighty God. knock, and it will be open to you. but you can't BOTHER to knock at His door, can you? then YOU are to blame. just STOP complaining and blaming and lamenting over your bad luck, FIND a way out. face it; this is going to be how it is... until you choose to change it. you CAN, if you want. yes."

this is just a fraction of what my conscience screams to me at night. and i am ashamed to admit that in the morning, everything's back to how it was and i again commence my usual ritual of whining, complaining, blaming, cursing my luck and so forth.

i think of matilda. though she is completely the product of roald dahl's imagination, i still idolize her. she is an inspiration for me. lets see. she was what, five maybe, when she hopped off to the library, all by herself, and studied EVERYTHING! on her OWN! God... geometry, literature, science, general knowledge, the little girl knew it all. and how could i forget, she had her own family strictly against her. then i compare her to yours truly... the result's not a big surprise. i'm almost triple matilda's age, and i still can't summon the courage to make a simple phone call to the nearest library and ask what i need to, let alone GOING there. D:

then i think of susan boyle... she was just an unknown, unimportant spinster who lived with her cat in the suburbs of Scotland (right?)... and then she opened her mouth in Britain's Got Talent, and turned into a megastar overnight. now her sales are rocketing high and she has the record of the highest debut album sales in the history of Britain. she needed a breakthrough, she saw it, she availed it... and now look where she is.
i dream of such success too. that is so foolish of me, i know. you dont achieve success only by dreaming, you have to work towards it. only if i get some inspiration enough to set me alight, and only if i get rid of my LAZINESS, maybe i could also be there someday. LOL. ^_^ (no, i havent lost it. LOL again)

so, to sum up... hell, i dunno what to say. :S

anyway, this post i wrote only to let everything bottling up inside me out. i am very well aware of the fact that it doesnt make much sense, if any at all. and yes, the grammar and punctuation is this way because i dont bother about these things when i'm writing to soothe myself.

one last thing... i just went through this post.. it makes me scared to think how you might perceive me after reading it. D: D:

do I even need to post it?

GOOOOOD im sooooooooooo confuseddddd D: D:

I dunno what to name this =/

This is a completely pointless update. Will make no sense.

2010 has had a crappy start. I haven't even started to fulfil my 'resolutions'. I hope against hope this year'll be better than its predecessor.

There's nothing much to do. Oh well, there's a LOT to do. But nothing I'd like to do.

I ate Galaxy last night. I want to eat more.

I want to eat crispy, yummy, not-too-cold-not-too-hot chips. I'm... I'm addicted to them. No one else at home likes them as much as I do. I can't for the life of me imagine why. French fries are my life. <3. I shudder to think what would happen to me if there ever is a shortage of potatoes. *gulps*. I also wonder why the things you like so much tend to make you fat. Why, oh why. =(

I want to go somewhere with my family. To some place where we would be free of all the tension, the pressure... like a vacation. We all really, really need that break. I wonder when this will happen. If it'll happen, that is.

I need (yes, not 'want') BOOKS. LOTS of NEW, UNREAD material. My system will come to a halt if I deprive myself any longer of books. Hey, I can't function without books. I know I'm too weird.

January is almost over. Wonder what February will bring.

I have a new follower. o.O. YAY! =D. Thanks to The Me.

Hmm. Enough ranting.
B-bye.

I just read what I've written. OMG. =\

2010. Hmm.

I know this post's a bit outdated; the new year started like, ten days ago. But still...

Roald Dahl always seems to have something interesting to say about every topic. Here's something he said about the new year:

“For the last twelve months we have all been living in one year and now all of a sudden it is another. It is extraordinary how this tremendous change takes place in the space of a fraction of a second. As the clock approaches midnight on the thirty-first of December you are still in the old year, but then all at once, one millionth of a second after midnight, you are in the new. I have always found this sudden change from one year to another awfully hard to get used to, and all through the new January that follows I keep writing down the old year instead of the new one on letters and cheques and other bits of paper.”

Lol. "....this tremendous change in the space of a fraction of a second." Personally, I have never felt any 'change' at the beginning of a year. Everything but the date remains the very same (doesn't it? =S). Well, enough of my personal views.

Making resolutions is now, I think, an indispensable part of new year celebrations. Though I have been failing spec-tacularly at keeping my new year promises and pledges for the last two-three years, I'd still like to make new promises and share with you what I have in mind for this set of twelve months. Read on:

• Pay utmost attention to my studies.
  
• Enhance my level of patience.
• Brush up skills in web-site development and graphic designing and get hold of Photoshop. =D
  
• Be more obedient. (:$)
• Workout REGULARLY. Emphasis on regularly. Double emphasis... 'cause I'll turn into one fat cow if I don't control what I eat and not workout. *shudders*
• Control the time I spend on this highly addictive thing called the internet.
• Read every Nancy Drew book available.
• Actually use my Facebook account. 
• This last one is more of a wish, but... *Ireally,reallywannabecomeanMCP*. I know I'll have to work really hard for that... =(

Enough of the resolutions now... I'll share what 2009 has been for me. Have a look:

• Jan: My dad left us to work in Dubai. I missed him like hell, but sure had a lot of fun. =D
• Feb-March:  Nothing much happened. Or at least I don't remember anything important happening.
• April: Left my beloved school, family, country to go to a whole new world - Dubai, United Arab Emirates. I was very scared first, but the feeling has worn off, and I have now come to love the city.
• May: Explored Dubai, learned about the culture, and had the time of my life. =D
• June: MJ died... I'm writing this in this list cause I don't remember anything important happening, thanks to my lousy memory. Everything had started to look dull and boring. No sight-seeing; we stayed holed up at home because of the ex-tremely hot temperatures... 
• July: Bought my very own digital camera using the savings of my lifetime. =D. Went to the beach first time as well. 
• Aug-Sept: Travelled by metro the first time in my life, and visited a little more of Dubai. Explored the internet and its benefits because I didn't have a lot to do except sit in front of this machine and stress my eyes. Learned a great deal though, I must say.
  
• Oct: Seriously started studying online - a completely new experience.
• Nov: Started My Pensieve and discovered the pleasures of blogging. =D
• Dec: Uh... don't have any account of anything interesting happening. 
  

Woah... a long post this one is! I know I will think of something I should have written but didn't write... but I can't think any longer. It is now well past bed time, so gtg. 

Ta-ta.