Thursday, 22 January 2009

Instant messaging in funny

Instant messaging is fun, addicting and a great way to kill time. Also, instant messaging is funny, really funny:
  1. Funny how people always ask "Sup?" when they know that the reply will be "Nothing".
  2. Funny how people keep saying "LoL" when they aren't even smiling.
  3. Funny how people chat with the opposite gender and say that they are in a relationship when they haven't even seen each other in person.
  4. Funny how people expect the person they are chatting with to detect sarcasm when it's impossible to by looking at plain text.
  5. Funny how people can be so god damned emotional in cyberspace yet show no sensitivity in real life.
Instant messaging, it's all so funny...


Why aren't I laughing?

Saturday, 17 January 2009

Released from my captivity

Oh my good Lord...
How long has it been since my last post? What has been keeping me away from posting, you ask? Why, information and communication technology of course! The e-portfolio. The e-portfolio. The god damned e-portfolio.

Since December (or November, perhaps?), I had been spending entire days working on the project, which had been keeping me captive for a good 2 months. I used to eat ICT for breakfast, I used to breathe ICT through my nose and I used to dream ICT in my sleep. But now, I have been released from my captivity. Finally... finally.

During my research, I learnt about something very important which is, prostitu... I mean, procrastination. Avoid it, avoid procrastination at all costs. I learnt it the hard way. I had 3 months to complete my project, however, I only used one-and-a-half. The reason? I am one of the biggest procrastinators this world has ever known. Everyday I used to say to myself "No worries, lots of time left" until the last month. It forced me to work thrice as fast. Fortunately, I finished my work before the set deadline, but it also got me thinking, "Would I have been under this much pressure if I started my work on time?" The answer was obviously 'no'. So I hope that no one reading this will make the same mistake I made (Assuming, of course, the one reading hasn't done his A-levels).

Did I mention, I have to make another e-portfolio?

Saturday, 3 January 2009

The handy talker Vs the portable wonder

Today I'd like to share with you something that really baffles me.

First of all, imagine that you have won some kind of competition, you have two prizes to choose from:

1. The latest-and-greatest laptop with a super-advanced graphics card and lightning-fast speed that can perform several tasks at once without slowing the system down and play even the most high-tech games with cutting-edge graphics.

2. A sexy, slim mobile phone with lots of memory, the ability to store almost any type of music or video, a 4 megapixel camera, Wi-fi and bluetooth.

What would you chooose? I would DEFINITELY go for a laptop.

There is something funny about me: I have a laptop, but no mobile. Oh the embarrassment!

Ok, back to what I wanted to share with you. A 'certain someone' has argued with me that having a mobile is way, way better than having a laptop. Seriously, in my opinion, that is completely stupid. Would you rather have something that could call people, connect to the internet and play some music and videos in a tiny screen? Or would you rather have something that could do all those things in a much bigger screen, along with thousands of other performances? And what kind of games are better: mobile games or computer games? The answer is fairly obvious.

Shut up, Shan.

Thursday, 1 January 2009

Let's get it started (ha!), let's get it started in here.

2009 - Over 16 years since I was born. And now, I have come to realize that it's about damn time I start to express myself more. Yes, more.

Let's get to the basics now shall we? Right now, I'm a complete stranger to you (probably). I could say that I'm 24 years old, and you'd believe me. I could say I'm a hot chick, and you'd believe me. I could say that my mom and dad died in Iraq in a crossfire while I was left alone in an orphanage only to be picked up by Black Americans who raised me to become a Samurai warrior, and you'd believe me.

So a little bit about myself:

  • I... oh wait, what's my profile for? That always comes first.
  • My physical appearance, oh yes, I'm proud of it even though it may not be that good. I'm neither short nor tall, and I have a weird hairstyle. I'm definitely NOT the muscular guy that all the girls dig so much.
  • As of right now, I am completely used to being bullied by the big dudes, if you know what I mean.
  • I'm the complete opposite of a patriot, and I'm not ashamed of it. I'm really, really sorry to all the "Pakistan Zindabad!" people. Sorry.
  • I am extremely rebellious. More rebellious than the most rebellious person you may know. But the absence of my ability to express my rebellious thoughts causes people to deny this characteristic of mine.
  • Team work is not my game.
  • Socialization is not my style.
  • I like to compare the attitudes of American's and Pakistani's for a reason that even I can't fully comprehend. I hate it when I do something and my friends say: "No one in the world except you does this". When they say "No one in the world", they actually mean "No one in the Pakistani community". I eventually find some people who do that particular thing. But I refrain from telling my friends about them because I think they don't deserve it.
  • I try... I fail, I try... I fail, I stop trying.
  • I love to learn about the world. What bugs me is the fact that most people I know don't have the slightest clue who Mario is.
  • I DO NOT like to indulge in activities such as smoking in secluded places with my friends (or gangsters). Believe me, I don't.
  • I eat a lot, A LOT. I eat so much that I believe I may have an eating disorder. But the astonishing part, is that I'm as thin as a stick.
  • Last, but not least, I am weird. And I accept it.
You officially know who I am! With a yo ho ho and a bottle o' Rum!