The Adequate Man, my hero.

I just realised: Earth's been hijacked by voyeurs. Big brother, Temptation Island, The Osbournes, Survivor, Blind Date, you name it, we've watched it.

"Something strange is happening in television," said the cover story in the June 26 [2000] issue of Time magazine. "The rise of VTV, or voyeur television."

Apparently The Osbournes is "...THE most watched and highest rated show in the history of MTV" and the Survivor series has become such a cult phenomenon that "More than 23 million people [...] were watching "Survivor" in June [2000]" compelling viewers to switch on their TV sets during the usual dead time in summer.

And how is it affecting us?

Take my blog for example. You know me. You know what my wall planner looks like. You know what I did last weekend.

And then, there's those girls down the corridor. They (believe me or not) leave their doors wide open, allowing people to take a very good look at the insides of their not-very-neat-n-tidy rooms for a considerable part of the day. They Love being Watched. They probably think they're the 'babes' from Survivor.

Anyway, have a look at what usually sits on top of my chest of drawers. *Wink*

I'm so SCARED.
4 Tremors today and 38 Tremors in total. *Shudder* Here's a video too.

Yep. My very first earthquake. And hopefully my last.

I could never have imagined, ever, that I'd be having lunch at the university cafeteria one day, and then the whole building would start rocking. Not wildly rocking, but still pretty much rocking. It's going to be in the papers tomorrow, and I'm going to get the newspaper, get a cutting of the article, and stick it up somewhere in my room.

Yeah I know I'm a weirdo, but you don't have earthquakes everyday.

I went to the mela in Birmingham on Saturday. My opinion? A four letter word which starts with C and ends with P.

Did I tell you that I bought a weekly planner on Thursday? Here, have a look:

Have a closer look:

Why wouldn't I Feel Good? I've made it to the top ten of a particular ranking system for homepages!

Gawrsh. Do you know what a wrap is? As in, an edible wrap. Yeah, something you eat. I've made a discovery. A restaurant down the road does amazingly, beautifully, scrumptiously, yummilicious Chicken Tikka wraps. It tastes heavenly. There is a possibility though, that I was starving to death and anything I'd eat would taste scrumptious anyway.

That reminds me, did I ever tell you I was non-vegetarian?
No?
Now you know. I'm a total meat-ivorous creature, and cannot last for two days without my meat. Give me all the philosophical arguments you can against being an omnivore but I don't care. I want my Meat.

6:08 am. It's still dark. Very Dark. I'm huddled up in my blanket giving myself an ego boost. And another.
Feels lovely to be (go)ogled at.

Guess what I've been doing this weekend. Watching movies in the cinema for FREE! Yeah, is that lucky or is that lucky?

I bet the guys running the new cinema at Deansgate in Manchester didn't know that once I came to know about their offer, I'd go watch a movie everyday. YEAH every single day. I'm going to abuse my privileges. I'm going to make sure I milk every single ticket off their promotion. I'm going to exploit the fact that I can print free tickets for the whole of October. Three Cheers for commercialism!

In any case, I watched Boat Trip (piecuv *@$%) on Saturday and Signs today. Any recommendations? I've still got almost half of October to go. Does that equate to 15 movies? Mu Ha Ha HA HA!

Not Exactly today as in Manchester Time. But today as in Ottawa Time, 'coz that's where Murtaza's turned 21 today. Some of my trusted informers tell me that he was last seen boogeying at some posh club to celebrate.

Is that true Murtaza? Where's Murtaza's mom now when I need to speak to her?

What would you do if there was a middle-aged Mexican guy, salt 'n pepper hair curly hair, round-ish glasses, who constantly, I mean, constantly, stares at you each time you came to the dinner hall, and didn't take his eyes off you even though you were having your dinner every single day, for a whole year?

I know what it feels like. It's disgusting, it's flipping revolting. I feel like beating him up into a bloody pulp and then posting his remains to Mexico.

If you think about it, he kinduv redefines the song "I Only Have Eyes for You":

My love must be a kind of blind love
I can't see anyone but you

HELP!

Did I tell you? I went to an Iraqi friend's wedding this weekend who was getting married to a Punjabi guy, and oh my! It was so very sweet! Especially seeing how shy and shaky the guy was when they were exchanging rings.

Had a lotuv fun but I just hope I don't get to watch the video 'coz I kinda overcame my shyness and.. ermm... danced quite a bit. Dunno what got into me.

It's quarter past one-ish, I just got back from a wedding in London with Sadaf, chatted to an Irish guy on the train, and told him how I thought all the Irish people looked like Xena, Warrior Princess. Shame on me.

Hah. And you thought you'd been there, done that. Human Pop-up windows.
[Forgive me for acting like your blogger-next-door and giving you links] :p

So here was me.. dressed in my traditional dress (shalwar qameez) today and went to work (part-time) 'coz I finished classes early and guess what. There was this Saudi guy who was obviously very impressed: he said, I love it when girls dress up in their traditional dresses, I find them very attractive. *HAH!*

And then he went on and on, (his conversations were sprinkled with 'mashaAllah') until he reached the point that he simply couldn't help himself and asked me out for coffee. The gall.

Anyway, he wasn't bad-looking or an idiot, but *Sigh* I've got better things to do. I DO Have a life, even if it consists of trying to think of names for plants I recently bought, but what the heck, no dating for me. No, Really.
Thanks, it was really very flattering though.

I SWEAR! I slept at 3:30 am (-ish) because I had no morning classes and guess what. The @&$*@* fire alarm goes off. UGH! *Bleep*ing Fire alarm and *Bleep* their fire drills. I mean it's alright if they do their fire drills in the morning but like at 5:30 am? BAD IDEA.

When the alarm went off, I considered my options: Either to get out of my really warm comfy blanket and go out stand near the designated fire exits out in the freezing (I might be exaggerating) weather, or stay in my blankets and let the alarm annihilate my precious eardrums.

I went out. Stood out there in the cold for a whole FIFTEEN minutes. And when the alarm did stop ringing and I returned to my room, my ears didn't stop ringing for quite a while. I think I'm going to sue them.

I'm pooped. Can't even find the time to read a good book. Speaking about books, you Have to see what I got at a book sale yesterday:

-My Life on a Plate by India Knight [Currently reading]

-Little Green Men by Chrisopher Buckley [I am an ex-X-files fan, but this has absolutely nothing to do with it]

-Too Tired to Keep Running, Too Scared to Stop by J. N. P. [It's a self help book. My Self needs major Help]

-Roots by Alex Haley [A classic. Wonder if I'll ever read it. Even if I ever will, it'll probably be to show how very intellectual I am. Phooey. I bought it 'coz it cost me just one quid.]

-The Philosphy Files [The blurb actually says: Virtual Reality, A Smart Pig, What's it all About?(Confession: I just bought it 'coz it sounded stupid.)]

-K is for Killer by Sue Grafton [.. and lastly, M is for Moron by the Queen of Arabia.]

It's 3:43 am. And I'm here to tell you that I've had my first taste of fame. And boy, does it taste good. Way to go, Queenie! [If you're wondering what this all is about, scroll down on this link, and Queen of Arabia's been featured as the silver choice in the blogs category! Ermm. I know it isn't like the Webby awards, but it sure is a start :)]