Bron wrapper can be used as a coaster after being folded at least twice. It's true.
After 12 in Chennai, water from the taps are going to be VERY warm.
You don't want to rinse your mouth with that water after using a strong mouthwash.
Sleeping longer than usual makes me sleepier.
Wikipedia can be more entertaining than you think.
Cold water makes me thirstier.
Arthi Appathurai
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
This Started Out As Studying For IP Exam I Swear
This blog is random in content. Very random, if I may add. The point of this blog is nothing. I don’t know, actually. Maybe by the end of it, this will all make some sense. But who is to know?
I swear I started out studying for the IP exam. But I just couldn’t get myself to care enough about computer networking to be not bored.
Zodiacs are mostly bullocks. They’re very arbitrary. They are designed to be vague and open for interpretations. And in some cases, if you notice closely enough, the positive and negative traits would actually contradict each other. And these horoscopes rarely say bad things about you. Probably the more good things you tell people the more they believe you. In any case, they have a striving business, astrologers. Not to be confused with astronomers. I don’t know how much money astronomers make. Do let me know if you find out.
Astrology is not a science.
If you notice the group dancers in opening songs of huge heroes like, say, Rajinikanth, you’ll find them dancing (which in itself is something Mr. Superstar doesn’t do) with so much more emotion and grace than Mr. Superstar himself. And that, for some reason on Earth, I find hilarious. Especially that Devuda… song from Chandramukhi, the fair dude on Mr. Superstar’s left (while facing the TV) emotes so much more than anybody else on the set xD
Other things you will find funny about TV, other than the intended funny things (not all intended to be funny things are funny, but that’s another tale) are when you mute while watching old movies especially the ones with Sivaji Ganesan. He emotes “so well” (so the elders like to put it; but I say he over emotes every single scene) that when muted he beats the living hell out of Charlie Chaplin’s dialog-less slapstick humour.
Speaking of funny and humour, I revived by passions for the hit TV series Seinfeld recently. You gotta love ‘em, man. The New York sarcastic (of which I came to know only because of this show) humour that we all love however much we try to hide it. They’re insensitive, sarcastic and in the process very funny. Jerry made me feel like I’ve accomplished something humungous in life when I first ate Cheerios. “Oh look at me, I’m eating Cheerios. Maybe I’ll grow more sarcasm, get an apartment in New York and make a funny TV show someday”. Here’s to Jerry Seinfeld, George Costanza , Cosmo Kramer and Elaine Benes for bringing some laughter into my life.
These pretzels are making me thirsty! (Refer Seinfeld Season 3 Episode 11 “The Alternate Side”)
Arthi
I swear I started out studying for the IP exam. But I just couldn’t get myself to care enough about computer networking to be not bored.
Zodiacs are mostly bullocks. They’re very arbitrary. They are designed to be vague and open for interpretations. And in some cases, if you notice closely enough, the positive and negative traits would actually contradict each other. And these horoscopes rarely say bad things about you. Probably the more good things you tell people the more they believe you. In any case, they have a striving business, astrologers. Not to be confused with astronomers. I don’t know how much money astronomers make. Do let me know if you find out.
Astrology is not a science.
If you notice the group dancers in opening songs of huge heroes like, say, Rajinikanth, you’ll find them dancing (which in itself is something Mr. Superstar doesn’t do) with so much more emotion and grace than Mr. Superstar himself. And that, for some reason on Earth, I find hilarious. Especially that Devuda… song from Chandramukhi, the fair dude on Mr. Superstar’s left (while facing the TV) emotes so much more than anybody else on the set xD
Other things you will find funny about TV, other than the intended funny things (not all intended to be funny things are funny, but that’s another tale) are when you mute while watching old movies especially the ones with Sivaji Ganesan. He emotes “so well” (so the elders like to put it; but I say he over emotes every single scene) that when muted he beats the living hell out of Charlie Chaplin’s dialog-less slapstick humour.
Speaking of funny and humour, I revived by passions for the hit TV series Seinfeld recently. You gotta love ‘em, man. The New York sarcastic (of which I came to know only because of this show) humour that we all love however much we try to hide it. They’re insensitive, sarcastic and in the process very funny. Jerry made me feel like I’ve accomplished something humungous in life when I first ate Cheerios. “Oh look at me, I’m eating Cheerios. Maybe I’ll grow more sarcasm, get an apartment in New York and make a funny TV show someday”. Here’s to Jerry Seinfeld, George Costanza , Cosmo Kramer and Elaine Benes for bringing some laughter into my life.
These pretzels are making me thirsty! (Refer Seinfeld Season 3 Episode 11 “The Alternate Side”)
Arthi
Saturday, January 15, 2011
A Little Something
It's been a while since I last blogged. I have been a little busy with school and stuff. But after you've had about half a day of inorganic chemistry, to which I share a peculiarly high level of hatred, you begin to lose yourself to the heavenly hands of sleep. But that cannot be done because you know you have a deadline to meet. A deadline set by yourself but nevertheless a deadline. One man once said: "I love deadlines. I love the whooshing sound they make as they go by." The man is indeed Douglas Adams. Even though I would one day like to be like him, you know a successful author of an outrageously funny sci-fi series, I like to meet my deadlines. Or try to, in the least. Finally, what I'm trying to say is by posting this blog, I hope to wake myself up to finish a little more of chemistry before I call it a day.
My birthday is coming up. I'm not excited. I think I lost the Oh-my-birthday-yay-yay-yay excitement long back. I think 7th grade was the last time I was excited about my birthday. A sense of cynicism set in me after that, for some reason. It continues to exist. Although, now it is more controlled. Sarcasm is a tool I'd like to use all my life to do whatever I want to do.
School is getting over. Like for real. No more being a current student of P.S. Senior Secondary School after a few more months. I will then be part of an Alumni Association. Again, not excited.
College is round the corner. Where the living hell will I be going to for college? I wish I knew. I really do. But, strangely enough, I am not excited about that either.
A working theory for my no excitement at anything is that I've had too much inorganic chemistry in my life. I am hoping to get rid of inorganic chemistry as soon as possible. Off you go inorganic! That is also no exciting. So clearly, this working theory is wrong.
Maybe one day I'll research more about my lack of excitement. Maybe I'll get a Nobel Prize for my research. But that would be a little off because my research is rather self centered. Not that my research wouldn't deserve the Nobel Prize.
I love typographic errors. It is a good way to hide my bad spelling.
"Ha! Wring spelling again!"
"Who said? That is a typographic error."
"Oh. Sorry about the wrong accusation."
"That's not quite alright. You will soon be contacted by my lawyer about a legal issue of you causing me psychological pain."
"..."
One day I hope to do that.
I am pleased to announce that I have woken myself up enough to sustain a few more hours.
Arthi
My birthday is coming up. I'm not excited. I think I lost the Oh-my-birthday-yay-yay-yay excitement long back. I think 7th grade was the last time I was excited about my birthday. A sense of cynicism set in me after that, for some reason. It continues to exist. Although, now it is more controlled. Sarcasm is a tool I'd like to use all my life to do whatever I want to do.
School is getting over. Like for real. No more being a current student of P.S. Senior Secondary School after a few more months. I will then be part of an Alumni Association. Again, not excited.
College is round the corner. Where the living hell will I be going to for college? I wish I knew. I really do. But, strangely enough, I am not excited about that either.
A working theory for my no excitement at anything is that I've had too much inorganic chemistry in my life. I am hoping to get rid of inorganic chemistry as soon as possible. Off you go inorganic! That is also no exciting. So clearly, this working theory is wrong.
Maybe one day I'll research more about my lack of excitement. Maybe I'll get a Nobel Prize for my research. But that would be a little off because my research is rather self centered. Not that my research wouldn't deserve the Nobel Prize.
I love typographic errors. It is a good way to hide my bad spelling.
"Ha! Wring spelling again!"
"Who said? That is a typographic error."
"Oh. Sorry about the wrong accusation."
"That's not quite alright. You will soon be contacted by my lawyer about a legal issue of you causing me psychological pain."
"..."
One day I hope to do that.
I am pleased to announce that I have woken myself up enough to sustain a few more hours.
Arthi
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