Boredom Based Banter
First things first. Happy Birthday to “Puff”. Though I don’t know whether it’s going to be a happy day for her. Bio exam and a theme party. Poor her.
What’s wrong with “Midas”’ and “Artsie”’s tag-boards? Did you two take them off?
A few sentences with modifications taken from 'Allo 'Allo
"Good 'Moaning'
I 'vish' to spook to you. In this 'blig', I shall be 'ticking' about how I've been 'pissing' the time. Also, I 'vish' to say that I almost ‘shat’ myself out of 'boordom'.”
Looks like everyone has given up on blogging. Well, we are all busy travelling and going through the normal hustle bustle of starting summer holidays. Can't blame "Banana Man" for still blogging, given his current situation.
On the U of T e-mail website, there's a quote by the Dalai Lama. Something like "Nothing can disturb the heart that has attained peace." I'd like to see that person remain at peace after I give him/her both barrels of a hunting rifle at point-blank range in the chest. I doubt a heart can be at peace when it's bleeding.
I've been here two weeks now. How time's flown... I didn't realise I had been bored out of my fried (BLOODY HOT HERE!) mind here at home for two weeks already. "The Lone Ranger" & "Hyper Dude" would talk so fondly of Dubai and how they would enjoy themselves so much when they get back here. Well, I hope that they find some way to enjoy themselves, so that I can ask them for the secret. Since I got here, I've gone out only four times... Once to Al-Ain, which is another emirate really far from here, just to see hot springs and a mountain (Which I've seen plenty of times before). The second time was to get passport pictures of myself taken and to drop a book off at "Hyper Dude"'s place. The third was to go and get pita bread for the family supper. The fifth was for a supper at someone's place. 'Someone'. "Puff", you tell them. That's pretty much been it.
Now I realise that all of you are probably thinking that I have no life for staying home. Well, I lost all the numbers of my friends and the ones I did contact have exams over the coming month. Also, the latter of the dubious duo mentioned above, talked about how important family was important to him and how he couldn't wait to be with them again. I'm here amongst my family and nothing's really changed. Besides the few obvious moments where my parents sit down next to me and watch me. I guess they want to spend some time with me but since none of us have anything to talk about, we just sit quietly for a minute before separating. In the rare case that a topic does pop up, it's just mindless chit-chat and quickly dissipates. So, I've spent time with my family... two weeks... and haven't experienced the enjoyment that "Hyper Dude" talked about. Yeah, I know my parents read my blogs and they won't like reading that sentence but I don't really care. I'm using this blog to write out what I think and even if it's not nice, it comes up here. Read the little description of my blog again (top-right) if you've forgotten. My mum was reading my last blog with disapproval, tutting at almost every sentence it seemed. Not like that changes anything for me.
So, what's my life boiled down to here? I wake up around 1 - 2 PM, work out and then sit around for an hour before having lunch. After that, I disappear to watch some old British comedies (yes, "Hyper Dude", I know you don't like them) and come back out around 6 PM. After that, I spend perhaps 15-20 minutes on the computer checking my mail and stuff. After all that, I somehow manage to waste a few hours and wait for my brother to finish using the crappy laptop (yes, it's dire times when we're queuing up to use the crappy computer in the house) to play a few games of Scrabble. Yes, scrabble. Why? Because there's nothing else to do. I've read all the books here except for a few classics which I've just started on and I want to give my mind a little exercise. So scrabble's my solution. Then, I'm off to sleep at 3 - 4 AM. Even now, I'm using the crappy laptop because my room has been confiscated by my grandparents. The computer is in that room. Therefore, I'll need to transfer this blog to that computer so that I can use the internet and upload it to the site. In case, you're wondering why I don't just type the blog out on the normal computer, it's because I can only blog late at night when there are no disturbances. Also, I like typing on laptops. With my typing speed and the sound that the soft keys make, I have fun typing. Yes, I said it... I'm having fun typing here on a laptop. Dubai 1 - Canada 0. That settles it. I'm having more fun tonight than I did the whole year in Canada.
My grandmother said that I should talk to the rest about their lives and that I should have been doing that more often while I was in Canada. I told her that I knew exactly how their lives were going even when I was in Canada and I didn't need to talk to them to find out I was right. Yes, I know that my parents would have been happier telling me since they enjoy talking to their youngest child who is 'all alone and scared in a foreign country so far from home'. I rattled off what each of my family members would have been doing everyday and I could tell by the small smiles that my mum and brother exchanged that I was right. Yes, nothing has changed here in Dubai. Then again, I was only gone for 9 months.
I remember that I talked to "Puff" a long time ago about what my parents' reactions would be once I got home. I've been right so far about the reactions but my timings were off. I said that they would be happy on the first day, still slightly happy on the second and after that, go back to their normal lives with special attention paid to me only when the pace of the day slows. Besides that, my mum and dad would have certain separate reactions too. My mum, for instance, would allow me to relax for a few days and then make me do the chores I used to do before I left. She would also pick on my character. As for my dad, he would be happy only for a short while. After that, he would have several talks with me about my grades and give suggestions as to what I should do.
I was giving a day for the first phase. However, I was being given those 'talks' within an hour of getting home. I wasn't made to do any work but the next day, chores were handed to me. Of course, since my grand parents and an uncle are here, my 'duties' have slightly increased. My mum's already complained about how I don't eat anything. She says that I should eat the chocolates and stuff that she's brought. Apparently, she doesn't like the fact that I'm eating healthy. It means that all the snacks that she bought for me will go to waste. Meh, my brother can eat them. She's also told me, on more than one occasion, how I used to be so obedient and quiet. Now, I argue about everything and am always defiant. In my dad's case, he's letting me 'enjoy' my holidays by letting me do what I want while making subtle suggestions as to how I could spend my time more productively. "So, when are your friends coming back?” "You want to eat out, tonight?” "Go to school to see your teachers and friends.” "Want to join me on my walk?" & my favourite "Get out of the house!” Seeing how none of those were getting me to leave the house and stop messing about at home, he brought home several software CDs. That I can relate to. I enjoy teaching myself and now I can pick up useful information on a whole variety of programs. I'm sure he's happy that I'm not spending all my time playing games now. I'm happier too now that I've got something to do. At least he approved of my healthier diet.
On my first night, my parents told me that I should shave and cut my hair. They've been telling me that everyday, actually. Bah! Who cares? It's not like I'm here to look good. I'm here on holiday. They say that I should look presentable. Presentable to who? It's not like I'm getting out of the house much now, am I? It's not like we have truckloads of guests to entertain. The only people I see are the ones who stay in the house. Normally, you're allowed to look like a bum in your own home, then why am I being told to look 'presentable'? Is this not my home? Ooh... I bet there will be serious repercussions for that last sentence.
So, back to the point. I was right about the reactions but wrong about the time.
In my last blog, I said I would follow up on Hilary Duff having a nice smile and me wondering whether she had a nice personality too. Well, I didn't really bother... Just as well. It would have cut into my 'getting bored' time. Also, I can't imagine my parents like the concept of me trying to get to know a girl better. Actually, 'trying to get to know a girl' PERIOD. Anyhow, she's from Houston, Texas so a drunken redneck comes to mind. However, I know that not all Texans are like that. Not as deeply enveloped in stereotypes as some people I know. I saw an ad for an interview with her and even though the sound was muted, I didn't like the way she talked. So, my motivation for finding out her character slightly lessened but I think I'll still go on ahead with it.
I should correct something I said in my last blog. I gave in to stereotypes, somewhat. I said that I liked nice or coloured eyes. Well, my eyes are coloured too. Just because the majority of the people I know have brown eyes, doesn't make my eyes normal and non-brown eyes 'special'. It's like saying that white is the normal skin colour and anyone else is coloured.
In another conversation with "Puff", she asked me what the ideal girl was, in my case. I hadn't really thought about it before that and didn't really care to limit myself to an image, either. However, to play along, I told her what I would like. Not surprisingly, I sounded like every other guy. She did say that my description wasn't all that specific but what I did say, was the same as the description given by other guys. I don't really know whether I've changed that image yet, because I have not thought about that image even once since then until now. However, I'll just say what I've said so often before. If given time, it's the inner beauty that is attractive.
I mentioned that I always look at the eyes of a person. According to some survey taken a few years ago, the first thing that guys notice about girls, is their eyes. According to Jay Leno, that's because the guy wants to make sure the girl doesn't see him checking her out.
I don't like being like everyone else. When others agree on a point, I tend to disagree even if I have no reason for doing so. That's really a chink in my claim to being a rational person. I don't like chocolate because everyone else loves it. Chocolate's not bad. I enjoy having a few chocolate bars. Chocolate milk is ok. Nothing special. I hate Seinfeld because everyone raves about how good it is. Not that I haven't seen the show. I think I've seen around 90% of episodes. I don't think I've found a single one funny. They are lame, corny and so predictable. Sort of like my jokes in my early teens. I gave up making jokes since then (so why couldn't Seinfeld have stopped after the first season?). Found that I enjoyed being sarcastic, instead. Small snippet of a conversation with someone.
It: You should really give up sarcasm.
Me: Yeah I should. It's just not me.
It: Whoa man. What happened to you there? I thought you would come up with some line like "I wrote the book on sarcasm" or something.
Me: I was being sarcastic, idiot!
I don't know. I felt that the sarcasm was pretty obvious. Then again, chatting doesn't really show the tone of the sentence.
Speaking of sarcasm, I think I found the perfect girl. Haha... I told "Artsie" about this. No one should get all worked up over this. Let me finish first. There's no such girl who I've had the pleasure of knowing thus far. The girl I'm talking about is in a game I played. She had a sarcastic answer to anything and everything that someone said to her. It was beautiful!. Best of all, none of the sarcastic remarks were lewd yet were really funny, which further strengthens my claim (against the others) that funny jokes are not always disgusting or concerning toilets. Now, you can get worked up about me liking a girl.
In my first year at university, I think I spent way too much time with my friends. Consider a weekday. Wake up at 8:00 AM. Ready by 8:15 AM. Breakfast till 8:40 AM. 15-minute walk to class. Classes from 9 AM to 5 PM. 15-minute walk back. Allowing an hour for supper and 8 hours for sleeping, I've still got 6 hours left. If from that, I take one hour out for showering and preparing for bed, I still have 5 hours. So why do I only study one hour a day? I need to change that. Should be spending 4 hours studying, once I get home. That should at least be a good step towards the right track again.
Apparently, my determination is a virtue that others like. Some even use it to base their predictions on my next move. If I'm determined, I go through with whatever I have planned. Why is it that I sense no such determination in me? I don't think I've been determined to do anything for the past couple of years. Yes, look at the bright side. I've been very determined. Determined not to do anything. Or I've been determined to become the typical rebellious adolescent. Whoopie! Where's my determination to perform amazingly at studies? I always wanted to show people that I was as smart as them (if not smarter) even though I was a year ahead. I'm not doing a good job of that anymore. Nor am I a year ahead.
Interesting... Pink no longer has pink hair. That's a blow to her image.
I'm going to Pakistan in the first week of June. Some people are shifting so it might be my last chance to see them before they leave. I have high expectations of Pakistan. When I was in Toronto talking about the holidays with my friends, I said that Pakistan was only fun for a week. After that, it too got boring. Now that I'm here in Dubai, I think Pakistan will be a lot more fun. Plus, I'm determined (ah! so that's where my determination lies... to have fun) to have fun this time. I'm going to go to Islamabad and get my driving license. Will that do my any good? Not really. Since I'll only be allowed to drive the family car which is in Islamabad where I'm slated to spend only a week. Not even enough time to get my license. So what will I do? I'm going to extend my trip there. Not much to look forward to here in Dubai, anyway. Since my family will be in Pakistan too, the house here will be empty. So I can't come back anyway. I think my eldest brother might be here. Still, he can't attend to me. Not that I would let him, either. Mind you, even though our family will be in Pakistan, I doubt any of us will be together. It's been like that for some time now. The middle brother and I always travel when it suits us. So, we keep flexible itineraries and travel alone. As for my parents, they might stick together but I expect them to spend most of their time in Karachi. So, I'm planning on spending 6 weeks in Pakistan, out of which I'll probably only be seeing my immediate family for 2 weeks.
I know that this blog is probably the most boring one that I've typed out. I guess my environment even affects my writing. I was reading through the blogs of a person I know very distantly. I didn't find them interesting at the least but kept reading due to lack of other things to do. At the end of it all, I felt a bit sick from the sappiness and had a headache. Made me wonder if others felt the same way about my blog. Well, I guess they do but like I've said, I'm not forcing them to read my blogs. I'm not reading the blogs of that person anymore, no matter how bored I get. Anyhow, I like to think that my blogs are at least interesting. Are they? How about a general consensus? All my readers can use the tag-board to say 'Aye' or 'Nay'. Depending on the votes, I'll decide what to do next. I'll give the poll one week. After that, I'll tally whatever votes have been handed in. If there aren’t any votes, I’ll take ‘Nay’ as the result.
Also, as an experiment, I would like it if the readers can ask me one question about me and the way I am. I'll try to answer as honestly as possible (I might even be serious as I type it out). However, the above mentioned poll takes priority.
That's basically it. I should go to bed. Takes me an hour anyway to drift off to sleep. Not that waking up repeatedly during my slumber helps. Also, if I sleep now, I won't be cutting in to my exciting daily routine. I can't afford to let any phase of my schedule take more time than allotted. Otherwise, I won't have the time (or the energy) to mope around the house.
What’s wrong with “Midas”’ and “Artsie”’s tag-boards? Did you two take them off?
A few sentences with modifications taken from 'Allo 'Allo
"Good 'Moaning'
I 'vish' to spook to you. In this 'blig', I shall be 'ticking' about how I've been 'pissing' the time. Also, I 'vish' to say that I almost ‘shat’ myself out of 'boordom'.”
Looks like everyone has given up on blogging. Well, we are all busy travelling and going through the normal hustle bustle of starting summer holidays. Can't blame "Banana Man" for still blogging, given his current situation.
On the U of T e-mail website, there's a quote by the Dalai Lama. Something like "Nothing can disturb the heart that has attained peace." I'd like to see that person remain at peace after I give him/her both barrels of a hunting rifle at point-blank range in the chest. I doubt a heart can be at peace when it's bleeding.
I've been here two weeks now. How time's flown... I didn't realise I had been bored out of my fried (BLOODY HOT HERE!) mind here at home for two weeks already. "The Lone Ranger" & "Hyper Dude" would talk so fondly of Dubai and how they would enjoy themselves so much when they get back here. Well, I hope that they find some way to enjoy themselves, so that I can ask them for the secret. Since I got here, I've gone out only four times... Once to Al-Ain, which is another emirate really far from here, just to see hot springs and a mountain (Which I've seen plenty of times before). The second time was to get passport pictures of myself taken and to drop a book off at "Hyper Dude"'s place. The third was to go and get pita bread for the family supper. The fifth was for a supper at someone's place. 'Someone'. "Puff", you tell them. That's pretty much been it.
Now I realise that all of you are probably thinking that I have no life for staying home. Well, I lost all the numbers of my friends and the ones I did contact have exams over the coming month. Also, the latter of the dubious duo mentioned above, talked about how important family was important to him and how he couldn't wait to be with them again. I'm here amongst my family and nothing's really changed. Besides the few obvious moments where my parents sit down next to me and watch me. I guess they want to spend some time with me but since none of us have anything to talk about, we just sit quietly for a minute before separating. In the rare case that a topic does pop up, it's just mindless chit-chat and quickly dissipates. So, I've spent time with my family... two weeks... and haven't experienced the enjoyment that "Hyper Dude" talked about. Yeah, I know my parents read my blogs and they won't like reading that sentence but I don't really care. I'm using this blog to write out what I think and even if it's not nice, it comes up here. Read the little description of my blog again (top-right) if you've forgotten. My mum was reading my last blog with disapproval, tutting at almost every sentence it seemed. Not like that changes anything for me.
So, what's my life boiled down to here? I wake up around 1 - 2 PM, work out and then sit around for an hour before having lunch. After that, I disappear to watch some old British comedies (yes, "Hyper Dude", I know you don't like them) and come back out around 6 PM. After that, I spend perhaps 15-20 minutes on the computer checking my mail and stuff. After all that, I somehow manage to waste a few hours and wait for my brother to finish using the crappy laptop (yes, it's dire times when we're queuing up to use the crappy computer in the house) to play a few games of Scrabble. Yes, scrabble. Why? Because there's nothing else to do. I've read all the books here except for a few classics which I've just started on and I want to give my mind a little exercise. So scrabble's my solution. Then, I'm off to sleep at 3 - 4 AM. Even now, I'm using the crappy laptop because my room has been confiscated by my grandparents. The computer is in that room. Therefore, I'll need to transfer this blog to that computer so that I can use the internet and upload it to the site. In case, you're wondering why I don't just type the blog out on the normal computer, it's because I can only blog late at night when there are no disturbances. Also, I like typing on laptops. With my typing speed and the sound that the soft keys make, I have fun typing. Yes, I said it... I'm having fun typing here on a laptop. Dubai 1 - Canada 0. That settles it. I'm having more fun tonight than I did the whole year in Canada.
My grandmother said that I should talk to the rest about their lives and that I should have been doing that more often while I was in Canada. I told her that I knew exactly how their lives were going even when I was in Canada and I didn't need to talk to them to find out I was right. Yes, I know that my parents would have been happier telling me since they enjoy talking to their youngest child who is 'all alone and scared in a foreign country so far from home'. I rattled off what each of my family members would have been doing everyday and I could tell by the small smiles that my mum and brother exchanged that I was right. Yes, nothing has changed here in Dubai. Then again, I was only gone for 9 months.
I remember that I talked to "Puff" a long time ago about what my parents' reactions would be once I got home. I've been right so far about the reactions but my timings were off. I said that they would be happy on the first day, still slightly happy on the second and after that, go back to their normal lives with special attention paid to me only when the pace of the day slows. Besides that, my mum and dad would have certain separate reactions too. My mum, for instance, would allow me to relax for a few days and then make me do the chores I used to do before I left. She would also pick on my character. As for my dad, he would be happy only for a short while. After that, he would have several talks with me about my grades and give suggestions as to what I should do.
I was giving a day for the first phase. However, I was being given those 'talks' within an hour of getting home. I wasn't made to do any work but the next day, chores were handed to me. Of course, since my grand parents and an uncle are here, my 'duties' have slightly increased. My mum's already complained about how I don't eat anything. She says that I should eat the chocolates and stuff that she's brought. Apparently, she doesn't like the fact that I'm eating healthy. It means that all the snacks that she bought for me will go to waste. Meh, my brother can eat them. She's also told me, on more than one occasion, how I used to be so obedient and quiet. Now, I argue about everything and am always defiant. In my dad's case, he's letting me 'enjoy' my holidays by letting me do what I want while making subtle suggestions as to how I could spend my time more productively. "So, when are your friends coming back?” "You want to eat out, tonight?” "Go to school to see your teachers and friends.” "Want to join me on my walk?" & my favourite "Get out of the house!” Seeing how none of those were getting me to leave the house and stop messing about at home, he brought home several software CDs. That I can relate to. I enjoy teaching myself and now I can pick up useful information on a whole variety of programs. I'm sure he's happy that I'm not spending all my time playing games now. I'm happier too now that I've got something to do. At least he approved of my healthier diet.
On my first night, my parents told me that I should shave and cut my hair. They've been telling me that everyday, actually. Bah! Who cares? It's not like I'm here to look good. I'm here on holiday. They say that I should look presentable. Presentable to who? It's not like I'm getting out of the house much now, am I? It's not like we have truckloads of guests to entertain. The only people I see are the ones who stay in the house. Normally, you're allowed to look like a bum in your own home, then why am I being told to look 'presentable'? Is this not my home? Ooh... I bet there will be serious repercussions for that last sentence.
So, back to the point. I was right about the reactions but wrong about the time.
In my last blog, I said I would follow up on Hilary Duff having a nice smile and me wondering whether she had a nice personality too. Well, I didn't really bother... Just as well. It would have cut into my 'getting bored' time. Also, I can't imagine my parents like the concept of me trying to get to know a girl better. Actually, 'trying to get to know a girl' PERIOD. Anyhow, she's from Houston, Texas so a drunken redneck comes to mind. However, I know that not all Texans are like that. Not as deeply enveloped in stereotypes as some people I know. I saw an ad for an interview with her and even though the sound was muted, I didn't like the way she talked. So, my motivation for finding out her character slightly lessened but I think I'll still go on ahead with it.
I should correct something I said in my last blog. I gave in to stereotypes, somewhat. I said that I liked nice or coloured eyes. Well, my eyes are coloured too. Just because the majority of the people I know have brown eyes, doesn't make my eyes normal and non-brown eyes 'special'. It's like saying that white is the normal skin colour and anyone else is coloured.
In another conversation with "Puff", she asked me what the ideal girl was, in my case. I hadn't really thought about it before that and didn't really care to limit myself to an image, either. However, to play along, I told her what I would like. Not surprisingly, I sounded like every other guy. She did say that my description wasn't all that specific but what I did say, was the same as the description given by other guys. I don't really know whether I've changed that image yet, because I have not thought about that image even once since then until now. However, I'll just say what I've said so often before. If given time, it's the inner beauty that is attractive.
I mentioned that I always look at the eyes of a person. According to some survey taken a few years ago, the first thing that guys notice about girls, is their eyes. According to Jay Leno, that's because the guy wants to make sure the girl doesn't see him checking her out.
I don't like being like everyone else. When others agree on a point, I tend to disagree even if I have no reason for doing so. That's really a chink in my claim to being a rational person. I don't like chocolate because everyone else loves it. Chocolate's not bad. I enjoy having a few chocolate bars. Chocolate milk is ok. Nothing special. I hate Seinfeld because everyone raves about how good it is. Not that I haven't seen the show. I think I've seen around 90% of episodes. I don't think I've found a single one funny. They are lame, corny and so predictable. Sort of like my jokes in my early teens. I gave up making jokes since then (so why couldn't Seinfeld have stopped after the first season?). Found that I enjoyed being sarcastic, instead. Small snippet of a conversation with someone.
It: You should really give up sarcasm.
Me: Yeah I should. It's just not me.
It: Whoa man. What happened to you there? I thought you would come up with some line like "I wrote the book on sarcasm" or something.
Me: I was being sarcastic, idiot!
I don't know. I felt that the sarcasm was pretty obvious. Then again, chatting doesn't really show the tone of the sentence.
Speaking of sarcasm, I think I found the perfect girl. Haha... I told "Artsie" about this. No one should get all worked up over this. Let me finish first. There's no such girl who I've had the pleasure of knowing thus far. The girl I'm talking about is in a game I played. She had a sarcastic answer to anything and everything that someone said to her. It was beautiful!
In my first year at university, I think I spent way too much time with my friends. Consider a weekday. Wake up at 8:00 AM. Ready by 8:15 AM. Breakfast till 8:40 AM. 15-minute walk to class. Classes from 9 AM to 5 PM. 15-minute walk back. Allowing an hour for supper and 8 hours for sleeping, I've still got 6 hours left. If from that, I take one hour out for showering and preparing for bed, I still have 5 hours. So why do I only study one hour a day? I need to change that. Should be spending 4 hours studying, once I get home. That should at least be a good step towards the right track again.
Apparently, my determination is a virtue that others like. Some even use it to base their predictions on my next move. If I'm determined, I go through with whatever I have planned. Why is it that I sense no such determination in me? I don't think I've been determined to do anything for the past couple of years. Yes, look at the bright side. I've been very determined. Determined not to do anything. Or I've been determined to become the typical rebellious adolescent. Whoopie! Where's my determination to perform amazingly at studies? I always wanted to show people that I was as smart as them (if not smarter) even though I was a year ahead. I'm not doing a good job of that anymore. Nor am I a year ahead.
Interesting... Pink no longer has pink hair. That's a blow to her image.
I'm going to Pakistan in the first week of June. Some people are shifting so it might be my last chance to see them before they leave. I have high expectations of Pakistan. When I was in Toronto talking about the holidays with my friends, I said that Pakistan was only fun for a week. After that, it too got boring. Now that I'm here in Dubai, I think Pakistan will be a lot more fun. Plus, I'm determined (ah! so that's where my determination lies... to have fun) to have fun this time. I'm going to go to Islamabad and get my driving license. Will that do my any good? Not really. Since I'll only be allowed to drive the family car which is in Islamabad where I'm slated to spend only a week. Not even enough time to get my license. So what will I do? I'm going to extend my trip there. Not much to look forward to here in Dubai, anyway. Since my family will be in Pakistan too, the house here will be empty. So I can't come back anyway. I think my eldest brother might be here. Still, he can't attend to me. Not that I would let him, either. Mind you, even though our family will be in Pakistan, I doubt any of us will be together. It's been like that for some time now. The middle brother and I always travel when it suits us. So, we keep flexible itineraries and travel alone. As for my parents, they might stick together but I expect them to spend most of their time in Karachi. So, I'm planning on spending 6 weeks in Pakistan, out of which I'll probably only be seeing my immediate family for 2 weeks.
I know that this blog is probably the most boring one that I've typed out. I guess my environment even affects my writing. I was reading through the blogs of a person I know very distantly. I didn't find them interesting at the least but kept reading due to lack of other things to do. At the end of it all, I felt a bit sick from the sappiness and had a headache. Made me wonder if others felt the same way about my blog. Well, I guess they do but like I've said, I'm not forcing them to read my blogs. I'm not reading the blogs of that person anymore, no matter how bored I get. Anyhow, I like to think that my blogs are at least interesting. Are they? How about a general consensus? All my readers can use the tag-board to say 'Aye' or 'Nay'. Depending on the votes, I'll decide what to do next. I'll give the poll one week. After that, I'll tally whatever votes have been handed in. If there aren’t any votes, I’ll take ‘Nay’ as the result.
Also, as an experiment, I would like it if the readers can ask me one question about me and the way I am. I'll try to answer as honestly as possible (I might even be serious as I type it out). However, the above mentioned poll takes priority.
That's basically it. I should go to bed. Takes me an hour anyway to drift off to sleep. Not that waking up repeatedly during my slumber helps. Also, if I sleep now, I won't be cutting in to my exciting daily routine. I can't afford to let any phase of my schedule take more time than allotted. Otherwise, I won't have the time (or the energy) to mope around the house.
