5 things

I am eagerly waiting for 2006. 5 reasons why...

5. I get my DL.
4. I get to control my financial sphere.
3. Windows Vista is released.
2. I will be 18.
1. I get out of my ultra-sucky college.

Mercedes-Benz Bionic

Mercedes-Benz has developed new Concept CAR inspired from below Fish : The boxfish : Great rigidity and low weight - a growth principle designed by nature Despite its boxy, cube-shaped body, tropical fish is in fact is outstandingly streamlined and therefore represents an aerodynamic ideal.

Now here is the CAR :

Beep...data communique failure.

One of my friends sent me this (stupid) personality defect test link. It doesn't tell if you have a personality defect. But it manages to find defect in ya in a rather nice way, as you will see...(Euphemized, yes). My result (et comments)

Robot

You are 85% Rational, 42% Extroverted, 14% Brutal, and 28% Arrogant

You are the Robot! (At this point of time, I thought maybe they are talkin sense, givin me a super human status quo). You are characterized by your rationality. In fact, this is really ALL you are characterized by. Like a cold, heartless machine, you are so logical and unemotional that you scarcely seem human. For instance, you are very humble and don't bother thinking of your own interests (callin me philanthropist? wait till you see me with a Hot Choco Fudge), you are very gentle and lack emotion, and you are also very introverted and introspective. You may have noticed that these traits are just as applicable to your laptop as they are to a human being. (Laptop? What an insult? I mean thats a different thing I would marry someone who gets me a PowerBook G5, heck I am ready to marry the G5 itself!!) In short, your personality defect is that you don't really HAVE a personality. You are one of those annoying, super-logical people that never gets upset or flustered. Unless, of course, you short circuit. (What in the world do you mean? I am so broken up, dismayed, disordered, disquieted, distressed, disturbed, dragged... )

And finally...

(notice the somewhat scrawled smile)

Im-proper

War of the worlds
I see the movie. On the first Sunday after its release. The movie was very nice and every pixel of the special effect was spell binding.

However, what I am pointing out here is a clumsy "experience".

Third floor, at the Worldspace Promotional tell-the-ans. contest
"The movie, War of the Worlds is based on a novel. Who is the author of it?" This one was easy H.G. Wells. One of my friends had it and I was plannin to read it anyway.

She calls me out and asks me to repeat the answer. Then "Give the name of one more novel by H.G. Wells."

I didn't know the ans. my mates in crowd tell it out to me and I tell her. "The Time Machine". "Tell me name of one more". At this none of the people have any clue. She says she will embarrass me a little more, she will put my name in the draw if I sing a song. (embarrassed? Why would I be embarrassed? Re: Song, If I started singin' the half the odd thousand outta there would run away while the other half would run after me and kill me.)

Anyways
The thing is, I had discussed this with a school mate of mine just a day before. The name of the three novels, the story and all the stuff and how realistic could it be. For some reasons "Propers", those phone nos. dates and names refuse to make an impression my grey cells. Everything is just there but I can't recall it. It doesn't, what do you say....rebound when I need it.

Still trying to recall whom I had that conversation with... Dakota Fanning?

Wait who is that?

Life in motion

"I think I should give him a call and tell him where I am"

(I put my hand in my pocket)

Damn!!

Realization : I don't have my mobile anymore. Its weird that everyday I pass that place, I look around as if I will find it. I am turning insane (as if I am sane enough now). Gotta stop doing it.

"Would you go to the fourth block?"

(The 'rick driver looks at me and signals me to get in while he chats his music away all along the way. I notice the guy has a Nokia 6800, and I feel like screaming till all my hair burns out.)

Realization : Everyone else has cell phone. They are not those cheap 3310s. Here we are talking bout n-gages and 6800s with color displays and everything in the world.

I happen to call quite a few people (except my parents and everyone one who has gates-spends-too-much-time-on-mobile thinking), to ask them if they have a spare set for a few days.
I could easily arrange for phones when my friends needed them. However, now, that I need one, everyone's phone has disappeared.

Realization : Its only when it rains in your area that all the extra umbrellas are borrowed.

Half my friends threaten me to call them up, else I will be doomed. The other half email me askin' "You nut, why are you sleepin' all the time, have you decided to sleep permanently". Keeping track of those nos. is difficult, I just can't punch those (stupid) "proper" numbers to my head. My life in motion has just turned into a nice mess.

And it perfectly complements all the mess in my room.