i wasted a day today.
i should have spent it doin chem prep for my exam in 2 days,but instead,i spent it reading "The Lost Symbol" cover to cover.
Previously,i have read angels and demons cover to cover,and skimmed through his others(just SKIMMED for good reason)
So,i thought that maybe he finally wrote something new,something to justify the hype.
I was let down,majorly.
it was his style of writing:
1.one fag(langdon)
2.one woman
3.one mentor
4.one assassin(usually a sadist;may also have another independent villain ordering him around)
5.one cult(usually about science and/or religion)
6.one terribly shocking fact(to be revealed)
7.about one day to save the world as we know it
8.one terribly boring monologue about god and man(finally revealed)
His writing is rich and inviting,full of new,shady facts and myth.But COME ON!!!!its the same bloody story,over and over again!!and langdon NEVER gets to kiss the girl(portrayed to be very attractive)........what kind of shitty novel is THAT!!!
what he should do for the sake of the world economic conditions is bring out an condensed omnibus of sorts,with a different variable for each of the points above in a generic storyline,and the specifics of each scenario listed out like formulae in a vast glossary.....
it would be cheaper,and more than comparable to the originals.
@brown:go do something for all those devoted readers or yours who needlessly create megatons of hype each time you publish that same picture seen through diferent colored tinted glasses.
ciao
words of the week.edition 2
clear
ogle
concentrate
kill
sleep
sorry,im 2 days late.
Parents had taken my n79 away.
ogle
concentrate
kill
sleep
sorry,im 2 days late.
Parents had taken my n79 away.
a champi,scent of a woman,and exams.
well,here we are.
Exams in 4 days.
Chem first.
Spent a whole lotta time on not studying.
Watchd many,many movies.
The only one that really stuck was Scent Of A Woman.
The story revolves around 2 characters,Charlie Simms(michael o'donnell),a young harvard hopeful,and Lt.Col.Frank Slade(al pacino),a blind,eccentric black humorist who has found a life partner in jack daniels.
This movie of how these two strangers meet,and change each other over the course of a thanksgiving weekend, left me in plain awe of pacino's portrayal of slade,and i feel that this was one fully deserved oscar for al pacino.
Well,ive decided to try to get myself to study finally.
And im 17 in less than two weeks.
So ciao.
HAH!
Exams in 4 days.
Chem first.
Spent a whole lotta time on not studying.
Watchd many,many movies.
The only one that really stuck was Scent Of A Woman.
The story revolves around 2 characters,Charlie Simms(michael o'donnell),a young harvard hopeful,and Lt.Col.Frank Slade(al pacino),a blind,eccentric black humorist who has found a life partner in jack daniels.
This movie of how these two strangers meet,and change each other over the course of a thanksgiving weekend, left me in plain awe of pacino's portrayal of slade,and i feel that this was one fully deserved oscar for al pacino.
Well,ive decided to try to get myself to study finally.
And im 17 in less than two weeks.
So ciao.
HAH!
well,the times,they are a-changin...
finishd my last practicals,and had my last few hours at school as a 11th-grader...
Exams in 10 days.Not a very pretty thought,especially with chem up first,but neither something i can ignore.
Ask yourself:how many times have you given your papers with the thought that your lives will be shaped by their outcome??
So i guess its time ta get a little serious about stuff.
*wipes tears
haha
ciao
Exams in 10 days.Not a very pretty thought,especially with chem up first,but neither something i can ignore.
Ask yourself:how many times have you given your papers with the thought that your lives will be shaped by their outcome??
So i guess its time ta get a little serious about stuff.
*wipes tears
haha
ciao
words of the week.edition 1
haha.
Startin frm now,i will post up 5 words once every week like so.these may be related to my week,or be completely random.its my take on microblogging.
Here we go.
Hyperactive.
Sequence.
Trampoline.
Confused.
Wigidiboo.
Haha.
Do you guys really care?
Startin frm now,i will post up 5 words once every week like so.these may be related to my week,or be completely random.its my take on microblogging.
Here we go.
Hyperactive.
Sequence.
Trampoline.
Confused.
Wigidiboo.
Haha.
Do you guys really care?
dirt
captain magnus eriksson.king of the skies.
Thats what they would have called him.
If only they knew.
World war two had been fun.
Hed flown in europe for all three powers,the yanks,the british,and the krauts,blown through the ranks of each at different times,under different aliases.
He had no problems with language.
He was born a total orphan,with a silver spoon in his mouth.
Imperial,extensive schooling had made him a man,an inherited collection of airplanes and a flying manual had made him a man of the sky.
He felt no love for any being.
He lived for the thrill of flight.
Killing was an acquired taste for him.
But it never left him either.
There was no safe way to fly in a civilian airplane those days,and he gave up plainclothes for his one true love,albeit after nearly being shot down once before.
He was a natural pilot.,out of years of exercise,but he had been combat-trained by the best of the RAF,the luftwaffe,and the USAF.
He had flown all their best birds,and had stolen his favourite three-the messerschmidt,the hellcat,and the spitfire.
After the war,he forged an amalgam of the three.
An indominitable machine,with all their strengths,but flying this beast was something only he mastered at a great price.
But it paid off.
The only thing was that no one knew.
Rather no one alive knew.
He had shot down over three hundred craft in a hundred and six sorties,all in the years of the war.
Novice or ace,soon all were just burning wrecks in the sky.
But the bloodlust remained even after the truce.
In his beast,he shot down every aircraft that dared to fly in european skies.
He was unknown to all,except for those he shot down.
He always passed by them as they tumbled.
He looked into their eyes as they went down.
He tried to understand people by the emotion they showed in their terminal moments.
After the first hundred,he decided he was nt much of a people person.
April 12,1956
Flying above the alps,he looked far and wide,but the skies were clear.
He had cleared them.
It had been three weeks since his last kill.
It had been easy.
A light plane.
No more dogfights.
No more breakneck spirals with guns blazing.
Only novices with civilian planes these days.
He tried to make them squirm to get away,to get some little kick out of his day.
These kids always let him down.
No wonder,as hed already shot down any instructor skilled enough to take off.
There was no sport here.
No thrill,no pleasure,and goddammit no kill!!
No one else.Nothing.
The realisation hit him hard.
He planted himself in a forty-five degree dive,switched off the engine,and for the first time,felt pure silence.
He was deaf.
His love for it grew uncontrollably as he passed 30,000 feet.
He didnt want anything more.
Didnt need anything at 5,000 feet either.
Neither at a thousand.
Nor at 15.
The end.
Thats what they would have called him.
If only they knew.
World war two had been fun.
Hed flown in europe for all three powers,the yanks,the british,and the krauts,blown through the ranks of each at different times,under different aliases.
He had no problems with language.
He was born a total orphan,with a silver spoon in his mouth.
Imperial,extensive schooling had made him a man,an inherited collection of airplanes and a flying manual had made him a man of the sky.
He felt no love for any being.
He lived for the thrill of flight.
Killing was an acquired taste for him.
But it never left him either.
There was no safe way to fly in a civilian airplane those days,and he gave up plainclothes for his one true love,albeit after nearly being shot down once before.
He was a natural pilot.,out of years of exercise,but he had been combat-trained by the best of the RAF,the luftwaffe,and the USAF.
He had flown all their best birds,and had stolen his favourite three-the messerschmidt,the hellcat,and the spitfire.
After the war,he forged an amalgam of the three.
An indominitable machine,with all their strengths,but flying this beast was something only he mastered at a great price.
But it paid off.
The only thing was that no one knew.
Rather no one alive knew.
He had shot down over three hundred craft in a hundred and six sorties,all in the years of the war.
Novice or ace,soon all were just burning wrecks in the sky.
But the bloodlust remained even after the truce.
In his beast,he shot down every aircraft that dared to fly in european skies.
He was unknown to all,except for those he shot down.
He always passed by them as they tumbled.
He looked into their eyes as they went down.
He tried to understand people by the emotion they showed in their terminal moments.
After the first hundred,he decided he was nt much of a people person.
April 12,1956
Flying above the alps,he looked far and wide,but the skies were clear.
He had cleared them.
It had been three weeks since his last kill.
It had been easy.
A light plane.
No more dogfights.
No more breakneck spirals with guns blazing.
Only novices with civilian planes these days.
He tried to make them squirm to get away,to get some little kick out of his day.
These kids always let him down.
No wonder,as hed already shot down any instructor skilled enough to take off.
There was no sport here.
No thrill,no pleasure,and goddammit no kill!!
No one else.Nothing.
The realisation hit him hard.
He planted himself in a forty-five degree dive,switched off the engine,and for the first time,felt pure silence.
He was deaf.
His love for it grew uncontrollably as he passed 30,000 feet.
He didnt want anything more.
Didnt need anything at 5,000 feet either.
Neither at a thousand.
Nor at 15.
The end.
rain day
rain in muscat is a much-loved,much-needed break,but sometimes life just jumps too far off its rails...
Haha
startd rainin in recess.first thought was of football,but thanks to teachers,that little joy could not be availed.
So we came in droves,and simply stood in the rain,mouthing curses at teachers,and runnin about,lookin at gals with open,wet(and kinda sexy)hair,and getting gloriously wet,as the school field turned once again,to a rectangular patch of muck...
In the last 3 periods,i had some crappy,crappy times, stuck a HELP ME sign at the window right behind my place in class,in the hope that someone,anyone would get me outta the drab,drab classroom,and into the rain...but sadly,to no effect...
After school,the rain let up,and the sun shone through...searched for a rainbow,but found nothing.
Decided to try and bunk tuitions,and called kamu from a payphone sayin that i wouldnt make it...then ran to check if my bus had left,only to find that all the senior students of my bus were stranded too...went to a friends place,and rang up mom.she said she mite not be able to pick me up,as the traffic was very very shitty,and said that it would be a good idea to stay at a friends place nearby,and then go to tuitions directly,to which i agreed...walked back to school to find someone to hang with,and got a burger...a friend asked me to come watch some friends at dance practice at the social club(right next to school)...so i watched them hang about and do their thing till about 3:30,when i left for tuitions.
Reached kamus place by cab,went inside her house,and she tells me that tuitions had been canceled at the last moment.
So there.i catch a cab back to school,and play football\rugby on a basketball court with a tennis ball in the rain,and call up dad and ask him to pick me up from school.i spend the next twenty minutes talkin to a friend.and reach some very shitty conclusions.
Dad arrives.i get in the car,and listen to a bullshit story my driver gave to my dad as an explanation for my failure to get home on time.
Reach home,make myself masala chai,drank it with choc chip cookies,and now here i am,soakin in the hot tub,typin out this memoir on my phone...
Haha
startd rainin in recess.first thought was of football,but thanks to teachers,that little joy could not be availed.
So we came in droves,and simply stood in the rain,mouthing curses at teachers,and runnin about,lookin at gals with open,wet(and kinda sexy)hair,and getting gloriously wet,as the school field turned once again,to a rectangular patch of muck...
In the last 3 periods,i had some crappy,crappy times, stuck a HELP ME sign at the window right behind my place in class,in the hope that someone,anyone would get me outta the drab,drab classroom,and into the rain...but sadly,to no effect...
After school,the rain let up,and the sun shone through...searched for a rainbow,but found nothing.
Decided to try and bunk tuitions,and called kamu from a payphone sayin that i wouldnt make it...then ran to check if my bus had left,only to find that all the senior students of my bus were stranded too...went to a friends place,and rang up mom.she said she mite not be able to pick me up,as the traffic was very very shitty,and said that it would be a good idea to stay at a friends place nearby,and then go to tuitions directly,to which i agreed...walked back to school to find someone to hang with,and got a burger...a friend asked me to come watch some friends at dance practice at the social club(right next to school)...so i watched them hang about and do their thing till about 3:30,when i left for tuitions.
Reached kamus place by cab,went inside her house,and she tells me that tuitions had been canceled at the last moment.
So there.i catch a cab back to school,and play football\rugby on a basketball court with a tennis ball in the rain,and call up dad and ask him to pick me up from school.i spend the next twenty minutes talkin to a friend.and reach some very shitty conclusions.
Dad arrives.i get in the car,and listen to a bullshit story my driver gave to my dad as an explanation for my failure to get home on time.
Reach home,make myself masala chai,drank it with choc chip cookies,and now here i am,soakin in the hot tub,typin out this memoir on my phone...
look to your left,and look to your right
7 am
kid walkin to school.walks up to the road right opposite the front gate,and stops,narrowly missing a birdshit.then he thought about how he woulda been the laughingstock of his social circle,had he been.he thought of how that girl in class he thought was hot wouldnt dare to go near him,disgusted.he thought of how porn was better than real life,of how the hottie on screen seemed less hostile than the one in real life,and easier to see naked too.he thought of running back home to get a change,but glanced at his watch,and decided to cross the road and take his chances at a normal day at school,albeit with a stained shirt.
And then there was a bus.
kid walkin to school.walks up to the road right opposite the front gate,and stops,narrowly missing a birdshit.then he thought about how he woulda been the laughingstock of his social circle,had he been.he thought of how that girl in class he thought was hot wouldnt dare to go near him,disgusted.he thought of how porn was better than real life,of how the hottie on screen seemed less hostile than the one in real life,and easier to see naked too.he thought of running back home to get a change,but glanced at his watch,and decided to cross the road and take his chances at a normal day at school,albeit with a stained shirt.
And then there was a bus.
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