End of 2006 So here's how I end 2006.

Lasts:

Last book read: Completely, it was Trojan Odyssey by Clive Cussler. I'm halfway through The Stand by Stephen King

Last movie watched: English was The Day After Tomorrow. Hindi was Main Hoon Na.

Last song heard: Amsterdam by Coldplay (awesome song, btw)

Last place visited: Price Chopper, for shopping; recreationally, the Mandarin at Yonge & Eglinton for the festivus dinner

Last website visited: Facebook (is anyone really surprised at this? :P)

Favorites:

Favorite movie: English, American Beauty; Hindi, Maine Gandhi Ko Nahin Mara

Favorite book: This is a tough one. I like each book differently, so I'll give this one a pass

Favorite author: Stephen King. The man knows how to write a good book.

Favorite TV show: Lost. A very close 2nd, close enough to warrant mention, is 24.

Favorite vacation spot: A small town called Puri, on the eastern coast of India. The breeze that comes off the sea is heavenly, and more potent than any sleeping pill ever invented.

Favorite part of 2006: That's tough too. From the CUSG tournament at the beginning of the year to the unexpectedly good marks at the end, the year had quite a few highs. I'll take a pass on this one too.

Favorite Quote: "There is nothing like the sight of an amputated spirit; there is no prosthetic for that" Al Pacino in Scent of a Woman

The Rest:

Overall opinion on 2006: Can't complain. There were some changes, but change is good.

What would make 2007 better?: World peace (I hope all the people who have seen Miss Congeniality get this joke) In all seriousness, though, if things keep going the way they are, that'll be just fine by me. For others, I hope you all receive the strength to fight whatever troubles may come your way, and the wisdom to use that strength wisely.

Ideal job: Gold digger :P

Best news of 2006: Youtube being sold for $1.65 Billion (US?). I did the math, and it came out to 875 million for each of the two people on the youtube end. It proved that a good education is the best lottery ticket


That covers everything, I suppose. If I think of anything else, I'll edit this blog and add them.

Happy New Year, everyone! I'll see you on the other side.  ¶ 5:55 PM 1 Comments

  Apocalypse Now I'm currently in the process of reading The Stand and watching The Day After Tomorrow. Both deal with apocalyptic visions that pretty much wipe out mankind (you'll have to read and watch these two to find out how). If you're a naturally happy and perky person, this double dose may not be your thing. But if you're sort of dark and twisted inside, this combination is pretty entertaining and worth a try.
That is all.  ¶ 6:58 PM 0 Comments

  Toronto I live my life in the city
There's no easy way out
The day's moving just too fast for me
I need some time in the sunshine
I've gotta slow it right down
The day's moving just too fast for me

Before I start, I forgot to put in one resolution in my list, so I'm putting it here.
My newly added resolution

• To stay single, atleast upto Valentine's Day

Moving along; have I ever mentioned how awesome public transit is? When I go to work on the weekend, I travel about two hours on a combination of TTC and Mississauga Transit. Now, in terms of strusture, timing etc, these facilities could do with some work, most notably the Toronto Transit Crap (I dont; find Mississauga Transit all that aggravating, despite everything). Rather, public transit is awesome because it provides a real study of the human psyche. Everyone takes public transit, regardless of their age, gender, ethnicity, or intelligence. And as an interested observer, it provides a lot of interesting stories. Like this one

Two girls are sitting on the bus. One girl is showing off her phone to another.
Girl 1: This phone cost me 4 bills, yo
Me (thinking): 4 bills? Is that 4 dollars? No, those aren't bills. 20 Dollars? 400 Dollars? I think that's it
Girl 2: Yo, you paid 400 times what that phone's worth, yo, cause that phone is worth zero dollars
Me (thinking): You gotta be kidding me. Seriously. You can't be serious.
Girl 1: Isn't it 400 times 1?
Girl 2: It's not 400 times 0? I'm pretty sure 400 times 0 is 400
Me (thinking): Ah hell.
Girl 1 throws random insult at Girl 2's phone as I bang my head on the pole over the sad state of elementary math education in Canada
Girl 2: That's right, my phone is free cause it's priceless, yo! It's pp. Priceless, yo, it's pp, priceless.
Me (thinking): I'm going to tune out of this conversation now before they say something stupid science-related and my brain explodes

Of course, the flipside is that you sometimes end up standing on a crowded bus next to a pissed-off pixie arguing with her boyfriend on the phone, like I was another day. My bus trip was about 20 minutes; she was on the phone with her boyfriend before the bus arrived, was on the phone during the entire trip, and continued to be on the phone as I got off. The gist of her argument? Why her boyfriend couldn't spare two minutes to talk to her.
Aaaaand that's all I can come up with for now. Enjoy!  ¶ 10:48 AM 3 Comments

  Untitled Story; Chapter 1 His luck was not the best today; in order to keep an eye on the building's exit, he had to face the bitter arctic wind head-on. Martin stamped his feet and pulled on the cigareete in a futile attempt to draw some warmth. The long puff sent him into a coughing fit, and he collapsed on the wall, thumping his chest to get the smoke out. He looked around furtively to see if anyone had spotted him, but didn't notice any movement.
Maybe he's become overconfident, Martin thought. He pushed the idea away, knowing that it was dangerous to overestimate your enemy. If there was one thing this guy didn't need any more of, it was breaks. Martin dropped his cigarette and stamped it out, not wanting to risk another coughing fit. He picked up the burnt stub and pocketed it. As he did so, the door opened and a girl stepped out.
Martin froze, then straightened up. He shot a glance at the shadows opposite, not seeing any movement. Did he slip away? Has he seen me? Did he change his vantage point? Martin's mind spun possibilities, yet somehow his instinct told him the truth; Martin's coughing fit, while not giving him away, had worked against Martin. He was being more aware of his surroundings, and was letting the girl go to ensure the area was secure.
An hour passed in near-agony as Martin barely moved from his position; finally, the exit opened again. Thsi time a couple stepped out, both more than a little drunk. As they weaved towards their car, Martin saw a shadow unfurl itself and begin to move. He pushed off from the wall, his muscles silently protesting the sudden movement, and pulled out his camera and gun.
He silently let his breath out and took a careful step forward, knowing that the next mistake he makes may very well be his last.
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Yep, I'm starting a new story; let me know what you think.  ¶ 7:37 PM 4 Comments

  Of resolutions and umbrellas The shackles are undone
The bullets quit the gun
The heat that’s in the sun
Will keep us when there’s none
The rule has been disproved
The stone it has been moved
The grave is now a groove
All debts are removed

  ¶ 8:07 PM 2 Comments