tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46522261725184223022023-11-15T22:39:34.666-08:00Title? What For?If everything in the world had a 500-character description, then where would the suspense be?Adarsh Sinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11548572702435468901noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652226172518422302.post-89909191962624904982011-08-08T09:24:00.000-07:002011-08-08T09:24:50.348-07:00Why Shoes Represent A New Era<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;">I just had an interesting conversation with a friend. Well, it was less of a conversation and more of a monologue delivered by yours truly, but it was still interesting. And since I haven't posted in some time (not that I have any regulars or even irregulars), I thought that this conversation could make an interesting blog post. Please excuse the horrendous grammar and terrible usage of my enter key and read on :)</span></div><div>-----</div><div><br />
</div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Friend</span></b> so whtsuuuup <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">(loosely translated : So What'sup?)</span></div><div><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">Me</span> </b>Commenting on facebook in places where i think i can get humiliated :D <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">(loosely translated : Commenting on facebook in places where I think I can get humiliated *happiness* )</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><br />
</span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Friend</span></b> wwhhyyyyyyyy? =P <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">(again, loosely translated from hipster'sdictionary.com : Why?)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><br />
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</span></div><div>Becaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuse I'm bored :P</div><div> tired of xboxing and watching tv shows and going to malls for endless shopping</div><div> I want TO LIVE LIFE</div><div> and according to me </div><div> life is only lived</div><div> on facebook.</div><div> Sure, it's lived BY breathing, it's lived THROUGH eating but it's lived on facebook.</div><div> You know</div><div> with the amount of users Facebook has</div><div> it could very well be its own country.</div><div> Heck, why that</div><div> why not a continent.</div><div> Ofcourse if it were any of the above</div><div><br />
</div><div><i>(typing break)</i></div><div><br />
</div><div><div>it would need a strick <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(<i>*strict)</i></span> plan to control its overpopulation</div><div> however in this case overpopulation caused by excessive signups, not ..well not the other thing</div><div> ofcourse the other thing, leading to +1's in the total world's population count, could also lead to overpopulation on facebook</div><div> since maybe excited parents or older siblings of the aforementioned +1's could make a new facebook account for their loved(or soon to be hated) one.</div><div> Then, yes then, there would be a real crisis</div><div> Take that +1 multiply it by a billion more</div><div> and you have</div><div> well</div><div> that into that, many more accounts on facebook.</div><div> But what's surprising is</div><div> by the end of it all</div><div> When the number of users outweighs the servers' capacity to run smoothly thereby resulting in a Global Server Meltdown</div><div> Mark Zuckerburg would be safe from the resulting World War 3 on Earth</div><div> because he would be far away from it.</div><div> Yes, he would've bought the sun and the moon and created his own planet where he lives with his wife and kids</div><div> but he doesn't have a wife and them kids</div><div> so after he realizes that</div><div> he gets depressed</div><div> moreso than Romeo and Juliet</div></div><div><br />
</div><div><i>(friend says o.O)</i></div><div><i><br />
</i></div><div><div>and even moreso than that creature from HP7 part 1</div><div> that died</div></div><div><br />
</div><div><i>(friend says to stop o.O)</i></div><div><i><br />
</i></div><div><div>and then</div><div> he decides</div><div> that if he can't have kids and a wife</div><div> no one else can</div><div> so what he does is</div><div> he wipes out the entire population of living men</div><div> because only men can have wives</div><div> and ofcourse, the "un-straight" women who also can have wives</div><div> leaving only the remaining women on Earth.</div><div> Fast-forward 200 years, we live in a world of Shoes.</div><div> I rest my case, which wasn't a case to begin with.</div><div><br />
</div><div><i>(friend says a final stop o.O, and then I do stop)</i></div><div><i><br />
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</u></div>Disclaimer</u>: I'm not sexist.</div>Adarsh Sinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11548572702435468901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652226172518422302.post-72764145972080235332011-05-28T04:19:00.000-07:002011-05-28T04:20:24.690-07:00A Place Called Wonderland<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX1BgdlHDMW7EpN4ykuVidT04gCTP6gv87EjV9Zk2mQTxfFTL8jvDF8JRQ2DcZVc6WfDTMNcePQ5gT4YZtukJV7yKXFGpp6_drVDec-QusJOE9G1uINPrgUuDRD_fBfrSqjQXFnjtIn-k/s1600/224385_10150589501335587_537905586_18586475_4236050_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX1BgdlHDMW7EpN4ykuVidT04gCTP6gv87EjV9Zk2mQTxfFTL8jvDF8JRQ2DcZVc6WfDTMNcePQ5gT4YZtukJV7yKXFGpp6_drVDec-QusJOE9G1uINPrgUuDRD_fBfrSqjQXFnjtIn-k/s200/224385_10150589501335587_537905586_18586475_4236050_n.jpg" width="133" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">I did something terrible. Something horrible. Something that goes against all morals and ethics. A few weeks ago, I misled a girl. A sweet, innocent girl. I </span><b style="background-color: black;">kidnapped </b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;">her. It was all my fault really. All my fault. I tried to confirm her identity but I was tired and I was forced. I thought she was the right one. I thought she was the right </span><b style="background-color: black;">Alice.</b></span><br />
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<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><i>"I've been up there in their human world for weeks trailing one Alice after the next. And I was almost eaten by other animals....Can you imagine?"<br />
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</i></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidnFxohX5msP2Lu_vRCtW5kjgOe0NLqz7MP7HBjaHK9VNL4oo6amXcEvjhTgBraohuj2W3-Hx1aFU8hCNCtbd423Q-VuljjSQTpEo12IfJjvaPvW8qAiOx0oY04jIYsIcRiX-2sCc-9_U/s1600/225126_10150586897750587_537905586_18552410_4788229_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidnFxohX5msP2Lu_vRCtW5kjgOe0NLqz7MP7HBjaHK9VNL4oo6amXcEvjhTgBraohuj2W3-Hx1aFU8hCNCtbd423Q-VuljjSQTpEo12IfJjvaPvW8qAiOx0oY04jIYsIcRiX-2sCc-9_U/s200/225126_10150586897750587_537905586_18552410_4788229_n.jpg" width="133" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIqsS__MSzXgbjvML6N2RyF6TDbZJDfArLQJrPoG8UvZqxgR0u5ByomlkoJhBSoiHso0jOoFOSjBqui7K_IjgHvqxOUXBFxWCumQaQLZLS6eOW7uaXj_-QrOCAg-0JnF5hhLWU3oPwYXE/s1600/225870_10150589502280587_537905586_18586491_3745559_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIqsS__MSzXgbjvML6N2RyF6TDbZJDfArLQJrPoG8UvZqxgR0u5ByomlkoJhBSoiHso0jOoFOSjBqui7K_IjgHvqxOUXBFxWCumQaQLZLS6eOW7uaXj_-QrOCAg-0JnF5hhLWU3oPwYXE/s200/225870_10150589502280587_537905586_18586491_3745559_n.jpg" width="133" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">I made her fall, take a big tumble down a deep hole. But what could I do? I couldn't help it.<br />
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The day was soon to come. It was to be. I honestly didn't mean to drag her into all of this. But what could I do? The calendar demanded it, so said He, Absolem. The fate of our world demanded it.<br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><i>"The Oraculum : Being a Calendrical Compendium of Underland. It's a timeline depicting the major events of each day. Every day has a title and an illustration."</i></span></div><div><i><br />
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</span></i></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6kyqDr6jBA3nv_EtI5QAek1ivBjX2oPfscwICtJPEkJdq6q4skVyj7x-vW4x6vO9SfGaEfKAux6nujpf1NQNuC7wEw9Cy2doEJCh0txZkwRFpZ_cdhQIHUQ0sLXekoi9-sNCtyFJm_aQ/s1600/228621_10150586892290587_537905586_18552323_7190004_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6kyqDr6jBA3nv_EtI5QAek1ivBjX2oPfscwICtJPEkJdq6q4skVyj7x-vW4x6vO9SfGaEfKAux6nujpf1NQNuC7wEw9Cy2doEJCh0txZkwRFpZ_cdhQIHUQ0sLXekoi9-sNCtyFJm_aQ/s320/228621_10150586892290587_537905586_18552323_7190004_n.jpg" width="320" /></span></a><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-style: normal;">When she met the others, they didn't believe her. No, they didn't. They couldn't believe her outfit. She wore her black and white outfit with more spunk than any other punk. Though, her multi-coloured stockings kept her just below the Freezing Point. <br />
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She was taken to the Hare and the Hatter who were busy having tea. I ofcourse dined with them. It was all very frabjastic, you see...</span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal;"><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><i>"Welcome to the Tea Party"</i></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><br />
</span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-style: normal;">It was hectic. It was mad. It was hectic, and almost bad. But never sad, really. Eventually, we accepted her as Alice and hatched a plan. She realized she was the one to call it Wonderland, our Underland. And with that, we made a plan. A mad scheme, one which would allow us to succeed. It was mad, mad indeed. It was crazy, but we were in need.</span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal;"><br />
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<div style="font-style: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-style: normal;"><i>Our Queen needed a champion. Someone to take on the great evil that lay ahead. Different people wanted to take up the same mantle but only one was destined to do it : <b>Alice</b>. She was destined to fight it. The ancient enemy of the Vorpal one. And so, the day came.</i></span></span></i></div><div style="color: black; font-style: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal;"><i><br />
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</div></div></div>Adarsh Sinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11548572702435468901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652226172518422302.post-31385192375352759962011-02-25T05:47:00.000-08:002011-02-25T05:47:25.654-08:00Nice Knowing You, Facebook<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;">So, yesterday, I decided to do the one thing I used to think I could never do...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;">The ONE thing that I don't think ANYONE could ever do, once they've been ensnared by its charms..</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>Leave Facebook Forever</b> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">*Jaw drop*</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;">I still remember the day I joined Facebook. It was on the<i> nth of *cough**cough*mber</i> (what do dates matter, really?), and I was rather reluctant. See, I simply detest objects or things which may be liked by a majority. It's not a personal choice, it just happens. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #fce5cd;">For instance. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;">Harry Potter (the books, mind you).</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;">Twilight (Don't even get me started on the walking daylight disco balls)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #9fc5e8;">Star Wars (I tried, I really tried)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;">And, well, you get the point. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;">And Facebook, a craze at that time (and at this one too), was at the top of my list.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;">I just didn't understand why people needed the INTERNET to maintain social relationships, the concept just escaped me. I didn't understand what was so great about the magnificent Blue-on-white Giant that had taken over so many lives. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"><b>So if I hated it so much, why did I join? Peer pressure</b>.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;">I think that pretty much sums it up :P</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;">When I logged in for the first time, I asked myself </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3;">what was so great about it. I thought nothing.</span></b><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;">I mean really, walls to post on, posts to comment on, comments to click like on, like to show you're bored and so on, although, at that time, there were no "Likes".</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;">But, slowly and unassumingly, I began to get sucked in to the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><b><i>Blue Knight's</i></b> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;">world.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;">The trademarked-by-Facebook urge to login every few minutes to look for that little red box on the top left with a white number in it, it just took over me. I was officially a, dare I say it, Facebook User...Facebooker..Facebookite, whatever you want to call it.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;">The next couple of years of my life went to Facebook. Sure, it was distracting but it wasn't all bad. I mean, if it weren't for Facebook, I wouldn't have known many of the people that I do now. And I'm glad for that, it's been an integral part of my life.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b>Then came yesterday</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;">. With just <b>9</b> days left for major examinations to start, I was studying sure, but I was also logging into the social networking platform every now and then. And then, at the end of the day, it finally got to me. It finally <b>ticked</b> me off. <b>Nine days</b> left for the <b>most important exams of my life</b> (so far) and Facebook's where most of my time is going.</span><br />
<a href="http://www.webomatica.com/wordpress/images/blog/fb/deactivate_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="216" src="http://www.webomatica.com/wordpress/images/blog/fb/deactivate_1.jpg" width="320" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;">Then I realized, it's time to end it. It's time, <b>to finish it.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;">Sick of everything, I headed over to my Account Options, and clicked </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;">Deactivate Account</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;">.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;">While going through the process of deactivating my account, a notification came up about a comment on some photo. I halted the deactivation process there and went to see the comment.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #cccccc;"><i>It was pointless</i>.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;">So then, I decided to go through with it.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;">I went back to account options and did the deactivation process, this time without any distractions. Facebook tried to slow me down by showing pictures of my friends and I and saying "So-and-so will miss you", but that didn't deter my efforts to be free from the Social Behemoth.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;">Finally, I went through the last deactivation check. And there, I was back to the familiar homepage which I would visit every now and then.</span><br />
<a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3210/3294992733_3e00e42d13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="172" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3210/3294992733_3e00e42d13.jpg" width="320" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc;"><b>It was done. </b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc;"><b></b><i>Finished</i><b>.</b></span><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><br />
</span></b><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">No more Facebook for me. I am never going back to it... </span></b><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"><b>..at least, not until my board exams get over :P</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"><b><br />
</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;">For those of you who thought I had gone ahead and completely left Facebook forever, I am so happy I mislead you. For those of you I didn't mislead, sleep with one eye open (unless you're the Twilight Boy?) and for those of you who didn't read this..there's no point in me saying anything because, well, you didn't read this.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;">All I did was deactivate for a while. I'm sorry if this whole post just wasted your time, but it was to prove a very valid point:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"><b>Facebook wastes your time.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"><b><br />
</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;">But I'm pretty sure that everyone knows that point crystal clear already so I guess it was a mega time waste for my to try and prove it.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;">Oh well. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;">At least with my deactivation, there's a guaranteed extra 5% in boards for me >:)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div>Adarsh Sinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11548572702435468901noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652226172518422302.post-39040885952232202852011-02-21T09:14:00.000-08:002011-02-25T05:46:03.535-08:00With Great Power, Comes Great Responsibility.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">I will not give in.</span><br />
<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">I CANNOT give in.</span></b><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><br />
</span><br />
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://images.quickblogcast.com/0/7/3/5/6/274312-265370/weighing_scale.jpg?a=51" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="131" src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/0/7/3/5/6/274312-265370/weighing_scale.jpg?a=51" width="200" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not me,<br />
<i>as far as the feet are concerned :P</i></td></tr>
</tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">I spent nearly <b>ONE YEAR</b> trying to finally lose the baggage which made my weighing scale shake atleast twice before it could establish the correct measure. I almost succeeded too, you know. I was on the road to becoming healthy, <i>finally</i>, and I was at the best point I've ever known in my life.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><br />
</span><br />
<b style="color: red;">Then I entered 10th grade. </b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">We didn't get much of a break after the end of 9th. We had to head into school the next week for our <b>extra classes</b>(</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;">which had only </span><b style="color: #cfe2f3;">1</b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3;"> plus side : </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3; font-weight: bold;">30 minute breaks <3</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cfe2f3; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><i>May they rest in peace.</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">It didn't seem so bad, to be really honest. I mean really, <i>huge amounts of portions, teachers breathing down our necks, a promise made to parents on a guaranteed 90% board average for this year.</i> <b>No pressure.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><b><br />
</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3;"><b>But</b> yes, it was tons of fun, this past year. A lot has gone by, a lot has been missed on, and a lot more has been discovered. It's just been a really great time altogether. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3;"><br />
</span><br />
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: left;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.elliptical-trainer-reviews.com/images/fitnex-t30-treadmill.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="175" src="http://www.elliptical-trainer-reviews.com/images/fitnex-t30-treadmill.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Missed by a big heart, <br />
and a bigger stomach.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;">What <b>WASN'T</b> so great </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">was the time I began to spend away from cycling and swimming and the gym and the time I began to spend ON books, sitting more often and standing a lot less.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">It wasn't too worrisome in the beginning really, but, as the months flew by, Feb. 28th was getting closer, and my waistline wasn't getting any slimmer.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">Especially this past month. I tried. I really did, to be active. But I just <b>HAVEN'T</b> been able to make my phone's daily reminder of "5:00 gym" happy. Sad </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;">phone</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">, it's become. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fce5cd;">It must be bummed out that I don't listen to it anymore (</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;">though I do listen to it, practically speaking, whenever I'm talking to anyone! :P</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fce5cd;">)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fce5cd;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Today morning, when I woke up, I thought I wobbled a bit. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">Then I thought, enough is <b>enough. </b>I told myself, that even if I may not have time to do much physical activity,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"><b> I WILL keep myself healthy by ONLY (h)eating healthy food at home, and cutting down on my quantities.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><b>That is the promise I made to myself today and I intend on keeping it.</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">*pause for dramatic effect* </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3; font-weight: bold;">And I knew I could do it but--</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><i>Oh, I'm sorry folks, I'm going to have to cut this post short. </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><i>The bell just rang...</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><i>The <b>Pizza Guy's </b>here! :D</i></span><br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.brocofly.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/pizza_guy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="158" src="http://www.brocofly.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/pizza_guy.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Crusty Pizza.<br />
Ironic if given <br />
by Krusty the Clown?</td></tr>
</tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><i><br />
</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><i>What? Yeah, you heard me right. The <b>Pizza Guy.</b></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;">...Don't look at me like that.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">Hey, from the time I made the promise to myself, till about the time I made the order a while back, I really did try my level best to keep the promise.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">But then, you know, with promises like that, a <b>GREAT </b>deal of power's required.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">And like good ol' Uncle Ben said, "With great power, comes great responsibility"</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">I guess I'm not ready for that kind of responsibility yet .. perhaps AFTER boards? :P</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><i><br />
</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><i>~</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fce5cd;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"><br />
</span></div>Adarsh Sinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11548572702435468901noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652226172518422302.post-82157048800558599962010-11-21T09:39:00.000-08:002010-11-21T10:05:35.869-08:0010 Months Later....<span class="Apple-style-span">------DARY.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">The episode, which was aired about 10 months ago, the 100TH episode of How I Met Your Mother, again, 10 months old, was LEGENDARY :P</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Sorry for the uhh late reply (not like I have any readership anyway :P)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">But anyway, it's been a looooooong year. So I think I'll just give that sum-up crap that most movie people give in flop movies at the end to make up for a totally ugly climax and low budget.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">"Adarsh Sinha went on to become the smartest person in the world, with Microsoft and Sony signing a deal, on his personal request, to join together to form SonySoft (They thought about MicroSony but then it was still MS and Sony was against that :P) and they went on to make the most amazing motion-sensing device called the 'Kinetic Move' which uses a controller, but there's a catch. The controller is YOU! What does Soviet Russia have to say to that?"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Okay for those of you who thought that was lame, I totally agree.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">For those of you who didn't get that last part about Soviet Russia,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">well usually there's this running joke in pop culture where if you say something, apparently Soviet Russia says the opposite.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">For example "You control the environment." In Soviet Russia, The environment controls YOU :D</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">For those of you, who are still reading this.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I suggest you switch of your laptop, find the nearest bridge over a water body big or small, and ...throw...your..laptop over it 'coz it's just been hit by such an awesome blogpost that you can't pay for medical fees to repair the damages that the awesomeness of my blog did 8)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Have a goodnight,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">this is Adarsh Sinha..uhhh...catchphrasing out :)</span></div>Adarsh Sinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11548572702435468901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652226172518422302.post-68237282360055421302010-01-10T09:58:00.000-08:002010-01-10T10:02:54.656-08:002010<span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">So, I was going through a friend's amazing blog, and there's no point in hyperlinking it since the only viewers of this blog are myself and I already have that blog bookmarked.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">But anyway,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">It inspired me to come back to the world of blogging.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">To return to this frustration-venting heaven.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">To waste a few minutes before I go to sleep and do my Biology exam tomorrow.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">I cut my hair yesterday, before school started.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">I grew my hair to its longest potential for the first time EVER, and then I had to cut it -.-</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">What does the length of my hair have to do with education?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">It's not even so long that it's covering my eyes. And even then, I wouldn't really be needing it cause I'd be sleeping over the long lectures given in school. (If any teachers are reading this, I have to say, YOU GUYS GIVE THE BEST LECTURES EVER. This all scripted in front of a live studio audience, I'm on a payroll here :) )</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">I really don't want to write much. I'm pretty sure I'm going to forget about this tomorrow XD So anyway, if I do remember, I'll leave you with this :</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">So anyway, How I Met Your Mother's 100th Episode is coming out TOMORROW. I'll tell you how it is. Though I'm pretty sure it's going to be Legen----------------------</span>Adarsh Sinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11548572702435468901noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652226172518422302.post-32762346933636727792009-08-12T10:28:00.000-07:002009-08-12T10:53:32.399-07:00SleepSleep isn't your best friend. Proof :<br /><br /><ol><li><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Wake up</span></li><li><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Curse in your head</span></li><li><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Sleep</span></li><li><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Wake up again</span></li><li><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Brush</span></li><li><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Bathe</span></li><li><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Sleep</span></li><li><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Apply Medicine on your head</span></li><li><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Sleep</span></li><li><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Pick up the bag and pick up the Eat</span></li><li><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Go to the bus and fall asleep.</span></li><li><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Principal's speech, you go to sleep.</span></li><li><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Prefect's Warning, you just count the sheep.</span></li><li><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Walk in, hug your maitays<br /></span></li><li><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Look away , you're caught by ladies<br /></span></li><li><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Walk up the stairs, walk up straight</span></li><li><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Keep walking up, walk all the way</span></li><li><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Finally, you reach class</span></li><li><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Then you realize, it's a Saturday :D</span></li><li><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Yeah Just messing with you, Wake up for class, you had fallen asleep.<br /></span></li></ol><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Yeah, which poor sucker is that XD</span><br /><br />~AdarshAdarsh Sinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11548572702435468901noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4652226172518422302.post-65125420206744512602009-08-12T09:58:00.000-07:002010-11-21T06:59:31.233-08:00NothingSo, everyone's blogging these days. Why not join Blogs-R-Us, I thought? Big deal, blogging. Topics come and go. Easy stuff.<br /><br />Wrong.<br /><br />The human mind is impeccable, we have more than 100,000 something-ells in our brain totally and it's pretty darn interesting.<br /><br />Tv shows have lost it these days. Come on, you have to admit. Those that were good, are not. Those that are good, were not...<br /><br />"Mr. President, the senator would like to schedule a meeting with you to discuss the Prime-Clackity-Rackity-It's-so-laughity with you." Daily affairs.<br /><br />These were the topics that I thought of talking about.<br />But seriously, who's ever serious in their first post?<br /><br /><br />You know, a few days ago, I got the highest score among friends (Top 5% worldwide) on facebook on this application called "Type A-Z". Determines speed.<br />I made 3.50 seconds as my highest score. I know, the sun's shining outside and I'm not looking right?<br /><br />Others <span style="font-weight: bold;">tried</span> to beat me, but simply couldn't.<br />Poor souls. I commented on one of my posts when someone said that "IMPOSSIBLE!", saying "Impossible is nothing."<br /><br />Someone replied saying "Nothing is actually something and therefore voids your statement"<br />or something.<br /><br />It's interesting to look into. Nothing is something but something isn't nothing.<br /><br />Hm.<br /><br />Oh who am I kidding, this is the best worst first post ever XD<br /><br />~AdarshAdarsh Sinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11548572702435468901noreply@blogger.com0