Hey everyone!!! I'm 14 and 1/4 years now!! Almost!! I've finally overcome my fear of my age. Loving being the under-grown-dog. Speaking of which, there has been absolutely NO development on my blog the past few months, or years. I didn't even remember the last time I posted until I visited my blog to refer to an old post.
Yeah, I read this article in Deccan Herald earlier this week about blogs dying. Come on, everyone. Keep something alive! It would be friggin weird if people start posting long notes or wall posts on FB about their opinions on everything and the latest stuff thats happened to em. Or Twitter. Social Networking and blogging have absolutely nothing to do with each other (other than services like Yahoo, Windows Live and MySpace which aren't very good social network bases and do not have a personalised blog feel). It'd be cool if there was a better link with Facebook and you could tag people in blog posts and post photo albums directly from there, etc. That would RULE. Facebook notes are, however, a different thing. They're not like online journals, which is what blogs started out as. They're spaces to type out miscellany. A lot of people do that on their blogs as well. Well, I think I'll take up the task of doing that.
One really great thing that's added to my life recently is the band that I've become part of :). It isn't the usual talk in my posts either. We meet regularly every Saturday...but you still can't say I own the band. It's owned by an organisation and most of us are underage so we have an instructor as welll...who's cool and without that organisation we'd never have the opportunity...So I would like to publicly thank Kalanjali and Mr. Apsalone Sathianathan for giving us this wonderful opportunity. I mean, seriously. :) :) :). We did a very amateur-sounding concert on December 30th, 2010. I went solo on the song Back To December by Taylor Swift. I actually bought the album Speak Now, and it's one of the few albums that's worth buying for every single song. Taylor's lyrics are much more mature than her usual high-school-romance joyride. They're stuff that people all over the world can actually relate to. Including me, though I don't know how.
My quality of writing and sense of humour has been botched by sources unknown. And known sources are the ones hardest to get rid of. Well, hope my talent goes into the right waste dump and gets recycled. That is, if it goes down the drain. Hope I still have the same amount of encouragement as I've had all these years. I've been carried away a LOT lately, and not by anything thats of any benefit to my life. I'd like to go back on myself. I actually swore to myself that I wouldn't be saying this, taht I would be in a happy place by now, but no. I'd like to have continued the way I was. As Taylor Swift (sorry for mentioning her again but this has to do with a certain friend's wall post) says in her song Fifteen (which is pretty old), "When all you wanted was to be wanted/ Wish you could go back and tell yourself waht you know now"...aptly describes my predicament...even though I'm one, sorry, 3/4 year away from being 15.
Today? Well, thank God I've stopped keeping a diary. This makes me feel more secure as there are people watching. Or so I think. So I had to give this introduction speech on peer teaching, which I screwed up as usual. Peer teaching's cool. It makes you feel so in control. Love it.
Well, as I'm trying to overcome my part-time insomnia, I'd better go sleep. byeeee!
Yeah, I read this article in Deccan Herald earlier this week about blogs dying. Come on, everyone. Keep something alive! It would be friggin weird if people start posting long notes or wall posts on FB about their opinions on everything and the latest stuff thats happened to em. Or Twitter. Social Networking and blogging have absolutely nothing to do with each other (other than services like Yahoo, Windows Live and MySpace which aren't very good social network bases and do not have a personalised blog feel). It'd be cool if there was a better link with Facebook and you could tag people in blog posts and post photo albums directly from there, etc. That would RULE. Facebook notes are, however, a different thing. They're not like online journals, which is what blogs started out as. They're spaces to type out miscellany. A lot of people do that on their blogs as well. Well, I think I'll take up the task of doing that.
One really great thing that's added to my life recently is the band that I've become part of :). It isn't the usual talk in my posts either. We meet regularly every Saturday...but you still can't say I own the band. It's owned by an organisation and most of us are underage so we have an instructor as welll...who's cool and without that organisation we'd never have the opportunity...So I would like to publicly thank Kalanjali and Mr. Apsalone Sathianathan for giving us this wonderful opportunity. I mean, seriously. :) :) :). We did a very amateur-sounding concert on December 30th, 2010. I went solo on the song Back To December by Taylor Swift. I actually bought the album Speak Now, and it's one of the few albums that's worth buying for every single song. Taylor's lyrics are much more mature than her usual high-school-romance joyride. They're stuff that people all over the world can actually relate to. Including me, though I don't know how.
My quality of writing and sense of humour has been botched by sources unknown. And known sources are the ones hardest to get rid of. Well, hope my talent goes into the right waste dump and gets recycled. That is, if it goes down the drain. Hope I still have the same amount of encouragement as I've had all these years. I've been carried away a LOT lately, and not by anything thats of any benefit to my life. I'd like to go back on myself. I actually swore to myself that I wouldn't be saying this, taht I would be in a happy place by now, but no. I'd like to have continued the way I was. As Taylor Swift (sorry for mentioning her again but this has to do with a certain friend's wall post) says in her song Fifteen (which is pretty old), "When all you wanted was to be wanted/ Wish you could go back and tell yourself waht you know now"...aptly describes my predicament...even though I'm one, sorry, 3/4 year away from being 15.
Today? Well, thank God I've stopped keeping a diary. This makes me feel more secure as there are people watching. Or so I think. So I had to give this introduction speech on peer teaching, which I screwed up as usual. Peer teaching's cool. It makes you feel so in control. Love it.
Well, as I'm trying to overcome my part-time insomnia, I'd better go sleep. byeeee!
