Oh, will you look at that, it's been a year in blogdom. And true to the spirit of laziness and procrastination that is supposed to (ahem) characterise this blog, it's being recognised many days later.
So well, we have been through a lot together, TIOBI and I. We started happy and optimistic, gave ourselves into a writing frenzy that compelled me to post with an alarming frequency the most mundane of happenings that I chanced upon. Football love was celebrated, agonised over, funnies were jotted down, holidays were laid out for all to see in every little decadent detail. But now, now it's far removed from the early days. Pessimistic outpourings have been at the crux of nearly every post, even the pseudo-happy ones, and I'm afraid I must rename the blog to something dark, depressing and with a Dementor-ish ring to it. But let us try one more time.
Did I tell you all I've moved? I now have my very own proper space, where I can lounge around at my own free will and don't have to dread every moment spent indoors. Strangely enough, I actually feel like waking up every morning. Today was my holiday, I've been up since 9, and I didn't even go anywhere except drums class. So yea, it's getting better *immediately reaches over to touch wood*
The best part about my room is all the books. The ancient bookshelf is right in front of my bed, and I got to 150 while counting the books till I caught the cover of a second copy of 1984 I didn't know I possessed. I guess I just bought it without remembering I already had one. Poking around second-hand book stalls can do that to you. Anyway, today I arranged them all and stuck little pink labels on each category. Am I a nerd or what? From the top left corner, there're Music, Sport, Fantasy, Literature of the Subcontinent, Travel Writing, Funnies, Language and More Good Stuff.
The second-best thing is I can finally put up all my posters. On the wall in front of me are Mike and Bob Bryan doing a chest-bump on a nice doubles poster. On the wall behind me are Steven Gerrard and Raul Gonzalez, and on the right I still have to put up two Liverpool posters from The Champions League final. Next week, I'm getting a TV, to make up for the fact that I've been pretty much without a TV for the last three years, and the one I did have didn't have any sound. I still need to buy a small bedside table and a chair maybe, but there will still be room for my drumset.
I guess in a few months from now I'll be fat, lazy, poor from not wanting to work, and will have watched everything there is to watch on TV and on my laptop. Even blogging will seem like too much work.
I've started looking for another job, but all I got is an implicit rejection. Seven months till I absolutely HAVE to get one. Actually, I'm not so sure about that time frame. It's getting harder and harder. See, the pessimism creeps in again. Sigh. It'll take a while.
Oh, all of you, do hear this Irish American punkrock band called Flogging Molly, excellent drinking songs in there. I recommend 'Beer Beer Beer' and 'Fuck You I'm Drunk'.
So well, we have been through a lot together, TIOBI and I. We started happy and optimistic, gave ourselves into a writing frenzy that compelled me to post with an alarming frequency the most mundane of happenings that I chanced upon. Football love was celebrated, agonised over, funnies were jotted down, holidays were laid out for all to see in every little decadent detail. But now, now it's far removed from the early days. Pessimistic outpourings have been at the crux of nearly every post, even the pseudo-happy ones, and I'm afraid I must rename the blog to something dark, depressing and with a Dementor-ish ring to it. But let us try one more time.
Did I tell you all I've moved? I now have my very own proper space, where I can lounge around at my own free will and don't have to dread every moment spent indoors. Strangely enough, I actually feel like waking up every morning. Today was my holiday, I've been up since 9, and I didn't even go anywhere except drums class. So yea, it's getting better *immediately reaches over to touch wood*
The best part about my room is all the books. The ancient bookshelf is right in front of my bed, and I got to 150 while counting the books till I caught the cover of a second copy of 1984 I didn't know I possessed. I guess I just bought it without remembering I already had one. Poking around second-hand book stalls can do that to you. Anyway, today I arranged them all and stuck little pink labels on each category. Am I a nerd or what? From the top left corner, there're Music, Sport, Fantasy, Literature of the Subcontinent, Travel Writing, Funnies, Language and More Good Stuff.
The second-best thing is I can finally put up all my posters. On the wall in front of me are Mike and Bob Bryan doing a chest-bump on a nice doubles poster. On the wall behind me are Steven Gerrard and Raul Gonzalez, and on the right I still have to put up two Liverpool posters from The Champions League final. Next week, I'm getting a TV, to make up for the fact that I've been pretty much without a TV for the last three years, and the one I did have didn't have any sound. I still need to buy a small bedside table and a chair maybe, but there will still be room for my drumset.
I guess in a few months from now I'll be fat, lazy, poor from not wanting to work, and will have watched everything there is to watch on TV and on my laptop. Even blogging will seem like too much work.
I've started looking for another job, but all I got is an implicit rejection. Seven months till I absolutely HAVE to get one. Actually, I'm not so sure about that time frame. It's getting harder and harder. See, the pessimism creeps in again. Sigh. It'll take a while.
Oh, all of you, do hear this Irish American punkrock band called Flogging Molly, excellent drinking songs in there. I recommend 'Beer Beer Beer' and 'Fuck You I'm Drunk'.
I think that's about it. Oh wait, I got a new car. The colour, of course, is red.
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Every one want a target achieved. We should strongly do the works for achieving our targets.
with wishes: anterior cruciate ligament reconstruction (ACL)
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