Design your own shoes!

I found this site one day by pure accident when I was randomly browsing through blogs. It's a lot of fun. Try it out girls. :)

http://www.upperstreet.com/

Internet Programming

I actually spent days studying for my Internet Programming exam. You might not see the significance of this unless you've known me personally for years. The studious front is only a front. I've perfected last minute cramming through diligent practice. This augurs well for the actual writing of the exam, right?

The first problem comes up even before I start for college.
How do I carry the textbooks? We have a couple of hours before the exam starts in which we usually cram like crazy. Did I mention that I had three textbooks, each of which could have easily destroyed my poor, much abused college backpack?

To top it off, I had just changed bus routes. So I went to the bus stop 15 minutes earlier so I wouldn't miss the bus and stood there looking like a dork with my bulging backpack + a GRT Thanga Maligai plastic bag which threatened to split at any moment.

The college bus rolled to a stop about 15 minutes later. People eyed the plastic bag with misgiving and disapproval. The classmate I sat next to peeped at the contents and exhaled, "All foreign authors?" like I had just conquered Everest.
I told her I had been too lazy to go and buy a local author like every other sane person seemed to have done. I don't think she believed me though.

The morning was fresh and foggy. I watched people walk their dogs and a weak sun rise over the Koovam. Yep, good day.
I opened my DHTML textbook and started reading. After half an hour, I was still on line two. Giving up on the impossible, I tried sleeping till I got to college. This was again misinterpreted as a sign of having mugged every word in the book.

By the time I finished breakfast and settled down to cram, I was heartily sick I had bought all my books to college. The cramming went well because there was relatively less to cram than usual.

I briefly considered dumping all my textbooks somewhere after I was done but it didn't last. I've never yet unceremoniously dumped a book. Somehow it seems criminal.

I won't elaborate on the actual exam. Suffice to say that I knew most of everything they asked and still messed up.

Do you know how annoying it is when you know all the answers and still write the wrong ones because of a technicality or because you thought the people who set the question paper were wrong?

I even lugged all the monster books back home despite my grief and despair.

My 100th post

I know that this blog has been far from entertaining for quite sometime now and this is my 100th post. Since I'm on a weird high of nervous energy, an inability to sleep and pure pissed-offness right now, I think I can convert this into a suitably inappropriate post.

I'm now going to write about a very close friend of mine, safe in the knowledge that if I ask her to visit my blog often enough she won't come anywhere near it for the next hundred years or so. I'm going to write about my childhood idiocy. And I'm going to write about men.

Okay, this very close friend of mine has not been very close for sometime now because of certain other commitments. In the beginning, though we were all apprehensive, we tried to be supportive and failed miserably.

Then she had to go away, and we were a little better at being supportive because we were going to miss the old girl and her inappropriate jokes. We weren't exactly overjoyed when she told us brightly that she didn't miss us at all and naturally, we were even more pissed off when she came back and started becoming this complete idiot who couldn't spare a minute of her busy schedule for her old mates and the inappropriate jokes.

Now, here's the crux of the matter. What do you do when one of your best friends believes that she's found peace, emotional crack and the freaking meaning of life all rolled into one highly dubious and phony package?

I'm floored. In the old days, I would have beaned her with a pencil box or something. Now, my other friends and I discuss it in detail behind her back because we're even more scared that we'll push her deeper into this weird phase she's going through and end up hurting her more. If we don't kill her first.



Anyway, enough about my more than usually crazy friend. Let's look at crazy me for a while. I've had my share of emotional highs and lows and it is a mark of how emotionally crazy I am right now that I'm wiling to commemorate my 100th post with something personal.

When I was only so high and looked cute and so on and so forth, I was very fond of pets. Okay, not pets in general. I'm sure I would have hated lizards and rats and iguanas or something. I loved cats and dogs. Generally, they were all quite chummy with me too. At one point, I had a dog and around six cats at home.

I had a habit of picking up homeless puppies and keeping saucers of milk out for random cats which drove my mother mad. In fact, it drove her mad enough to donate them to our friends, Blue Cross and sometimes, she even had 'relocation programs' for the cats. And I cried my eyes out every time my puppies had to go live somewhere else because I wasn't helping enough with cleaning up the puppy poop.

When I look back at all that, I sure as hell don't want a pet right now. Investing emotionally in something and then crying your heart out when the pet runs off, or gets lost or dies...it's too messy for me. I sometimes think it would be nice to have a cat curled up near me or a dog hogging all the sofa space but then, there's always the eternal question. What about the poop?



Now, coming to that part of this post about men. I've completely run out of steam but I'll tell you something...
Men are from Mars.

Ignore this

I have a sudden feeling of being all alone. It's mostly because everyone who was at the exact same spot I'm in now last year, isn't here this year. And it's not the same. This isn't exactly the time for me to be feeling all touchy feely but I just wanted to tell someone. Since I can't talk to anyone right now and a laptop was lying around, you're it.

Twenty great books you shouldn’t miss out on

I’ve been meaning to write this post for quite some time and I’ve finally gotten around to doing it. I’m a self proclaimed bibliophile and a lot of people will, with considerable disgust, attest that I’m happiest when I’m curled up with a good book. Here’s a list of my personal favourites. If you love books, you simply cannot miss out on these. :)

1.To Kill a Mockingbird - by Harper Lee
2.The Catcher in the Rye – by J.D. Salinger
3.The Fountainhead – by Ayn Rand
4.The Harry Potter series – by J.K. Rowling
5.The Hitchhiker’s series – by Douglas Adams
6.The Grand Sophy – by Georgette Heyer
7.The Jeeves omnibus – by P.G. Wodehouse
8.Pride and Prejudice – by Jane Austen
9.Three Men in a Boat – by Jerome K. Jerome
10.The Lord of the Rings – by J.R.R. Tolkien
11.Of Human Bondage - by Somerset Maugham
12.Mr. God, this is Anna – by Fynn
13.The Little Prince – by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
14.Oh! The places you’ll go – by Dr.Seuss
15.Sense and Sensibility – by Jane Austen
16.1984 – by George Orwell
17.Where the Sidewalk Ends – by Shel Silverstein
18.The Godfather – by Mario Puzo
19.Little Women – by Louisa May Alcott
20.Anna Karenina - by Leo Tolstoy

I'll be back with more.