2006 - Came and went.

It almost seems like yesterday when I posted this and bid farewell to the year 2005. Now, it is time that I bid farewell to 2006 and welcome the year 2007 with open arms. I'd just like to wish you all a very happy and prosperous new year 2007 and hope that it has something wonderful in store for me, you and every other reader of this web log. I'd be spending tonight partying at a club and I hope you all will enjoy this night in a way that would be memorable for the weeks to come.

-| AG.

Not much to blog about.

Yeah, well, I don't have much to blog about. But seeing as my name is dangerously dipping in Karan's list, I might as well update this blog with a new post. These days, my mind is occupied with the applications and the American Drama "Prison Break". My brother brought the whole season one of Prison Break on his laptop from his college; and I have spent the better part of the past week watching it. It is a show about how a structural engineer named Michael Scofield decides to get incarcerated in the prison named Fox River to get his older brother (Lincoln Burrows) out of there. Since Michael designed the prison, he has access to its blueprints and is thus able to easily navigate inside the prison and plan an escape. Lincoln is actually innocent and he was framed for a murder he never committed.

Enjoy your holidays.

-| AG.

Crap happens.

Yeah, crap does happen, if only occasionally. The chances of its occurrence become dangerously high when a bunch of lunatics populate the cabin right next to yours in a down trodden train carriage. I, being an audience to such a feat of stupendous stupidity, couldn't help but feel irritation of the magnitude conveniently same as that of the amount of the stupidity of its situation. It all happened when I along with my family decided to travel in a train to J and K, then actually did travel in that train, and while holding onto my life during the geometric progression of the jerks the train took, experienced weird sensations of the temper rising to the highest degree and then staying there for a couple of hours. And why would I feel that way? Because there were a dozen college kids who seemed to have confused the "A" in "am" with the "P" in "pm" and laughed and talked loudly at 3 am as if they were sitting in a sun-soaked garden and over a plate of peanuts, trying to make sense of their pathetic little lives. Yes, that can be irritating. No doubt, crap happens.

-| AG.

Je peux écrire en français maintenant!

You may need to stop by here if you are not acquainted of the beautiful language that is French. Although I must admit that my written French is very limited at the moment since "written French is radically different from spoken French" (as Archana, the lovely instructor, told us on the 2nd day) and my course's primary focus is on the spoken one. Anyway, I'm having fun.

At long last, I've gotten all my teacher recommendations forms back (for Stanford, that is) and I will be mailing them tomorrow after I accost my Principal and make her sign a document. I got to know a lot about myself from those recommendations and I hope they will do the trick. I will be submitting the rest of the Stanford forms online today and tomorrow. The deadlines for the rest of the colleges is in January so I won't be sweating it out for them right now.

Thought for the day: Screw 'em thoughts.

-| AG.

Brrr, it's cold.

Yeah, it is cold. Damn cold. It's making me wear a jacket inside the house ... Although it's not so cold in the afternoon, it is rather cold in the evening and at night it is really cold. Hmmm ... the use of the word "cold" is excessive, I better use some other word for it from now on. Anyway, shifting from the topic of the winter breeze, let me tell you about my French classes at inlingua, which I joined last week. There are around 9-10 people in my batch and they range from 18 to 38 years in age. It is pretty fun and the instructor is pretty interesting. For one, speaking English is severely limited and we have to communicate in French. Also, it is the "speaking" course which means that there is no writing involved. We learn to speak in French. It is all very fun. I'll write more about it some other time.

- AG.

Laugh or STFU.

=| AG.

Erm, nothing in particular.

Standing on the brink of the weekdays and just hours away from taking a dive into the weekend, I can rightfully declare the past week as rather satisfactory. It started with the results of my SAT ONE exam which I retook on November 4th; I gained 80 points over my last time's score with a 730 in Math (97 National Percentile) and a 650 in Writing (90 National Percentile). And yes, I get a sadistic pleasure in showing off those percentiles since they are perhaps the only way of conveying the goodness of the scores to an audience who is so very used to judging everything on the basis of it's percentage. Anyway, after SAT scores, it was time for the pleasant realization of the presence of some sort of license in my wallet to occupy my mind. Now, as I was quick to mention to my father, I was officially allowed to drive the car - I'd the consent of the Transport Department itself! One more month of looking over my shoulder and I'll be considered responsible enough to handle the car on my own without the need of the driver to stick along. Besides that, I also had the feeling of nostalgia occupying my mind when I went to my alma mater today and provided a helping hand in conducting DynamiX's annual computer symposium. I also handed over my recommendations forms to my English teacher and I hope she gives 'em back soon. That's that.

- AG.