Biscuits and chocolate syrup. For brunch. And they were pretty tasty too.
I’d have taken a picture but I gobbled up the whole thing. And I feel all full and fat now. Uh.
So, I suddenly got around to thinking about Gone With the Wind (yes, the movie too!) and it’s just that I so hate Scarlett O’Hara. No, really. I like Rhett more. I really liked Bonnie, the pretty, spoilt kid but she died. That sucks, man.
And, what kind of a name IS Rhett Butler? Ick.
Oh well, I just came back from the kitchen (it isn’t THAT far away. Good for me.) and turns out there IS a bottle of Coke, a 2-day old burger and this one sandwich that I made yesterday. Oh, and more Chocolate syrup. Yum.
Hmm. It’s the day after Christmas and I feel all weird. I think it’s primarily cos of the cold. I love, love, LOVE winters but STILL. The chill and shit makes me feel all sleepy and stuff. And it makes me wanna pee too. But I’m not gonna tell you more about that, okay? Okay.
Well, yesterday wasn’t really special or anything. I got up pretty early, at around 9 AM, I think. And then my friend called up and asked me if I could come with her to Dilli Haat. Google it if you dunno what it is.
So, anyway, It was boring. Uber boring. Imean, hanging out with my best friend and her kid sister IS fun, but still. Going to Dilli Haat = boring.
There were too many people (Christmas day, remember?) and more specifically, too many couples. At one point, A (my friends kid sister) asked me to hold her hands just like those people there. :/
I did, and that was the biggest mistake of my life because she wouldn’t LET GO! I shouldnnt be cribbing about it now but, poor her. We went to Food Stalls, especially East-Indian cones (noodles and chowmein, mmm), and she started eating stuff. She accidentally spilled vinegar and kept mum after that.
And THEN there was a puppet show and A went all crazy and hysterically pleaded with me to take her away because she was so scared of those puppets. And all the while, my friend kept calling her a chicken cos she was so scared.
So, whatever. By the time we went back to my friends house, I was SO sleepy.. I could barely see. Or hear.
All the three of us snuggled under the covers. And then A kept tickling me and I finally got all mad at her and asked her to LET ME SLEEP!
And sleep, we did.
Heh. I think I woke up after 15 minutes. It was a catnap, basically. And I hurried home after that, I had classes.
The only thing I DIDN’T even imagine was that I’d fall asleep as soon as I reached home and I missed my classes. AGAIN. That’s the fourth time this month, by the way!
Argh. So, that’s what I did yesterday. I met my friends after the (other) math class and we sarted discussing weird stuff. Like condoms and shit. It sucked, believe you me. Me and M kinda ran away from R when she went on and on about it. M was all like, WTF has happened to her? Poor him, haha. I don’t think he has seen R this crazy ever. TeeHee.
So, well, anyways, I kinda lost my train of thought right NOW and I gotta run, so toodle-oo. May the new year bring peace and stuff of that sort. Pray for me, okay?
Psst.. My friend, R, she painted this ULTRA weird shade of nail paint on my nails. It’s PINK! Hear that signal going off on yer head? It’s girly and I hate, hate, HATE it! I still wonder how the hell I let her put it on me in the first place. Double ick. Icky, actually. :|
December 26, 2008
December 24, 2008
Had a SMOKIN’ day!
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Yesterday. But oh well. It ROCKED.
Our school had organized this one-day camp thing that included activities that were trekking-y. They called it a picnic but I wanna be more, uh, classy and call it a camp. Heh.
We left school by around 8: 30 in the morning. It was a nice and cool. The weather wasn’t too cold and it wasn’t too warm either. We were supposed to wear jeans, sneakers and a sweatshirt or something of that sort. And, I did that. Only that my sweatshirt was an Adidas-fakie. And I had no intention of hiding the fact, so yeah.
Wish I had had a Puma fakie though. I suck. I’m not that brand conscious. I can be, at times. But those times are pretty rare.
The place we were going to, called Anand Van (that’s Hindi, Anand means Joy, and Van means Forest. So, go figure) was more than 20, in fact 25+ kilometers away. We reached the place at around 9: 40. And we had breakfast. It was lip-smacking! I mean, the paranthas.
Note: A parantha is an Indian (Punjabi) dish. It’s basically made of flour, mixed with water, but it has potatoes stuffed into it. And it’s DELICIOUS. <3
And fattening. Ah, let’s not get there.
So, we ate, and about half an hour later, were split into groups of 20. There were around 80 kids, and 4 teachers, so that makes 4 groups in all. I was the leader of my group, and the first thing we did was Rappelling.
The rappelling thing consisted of Rock-climbing TOO. And it was FUN! Totally.
A few people were really scared. I climbed the huge mountain like thing, but then a few girls who were behind me got stuck and one of them even slipped! And, the sad part was that I couldn’t turn back and help them. It’s easy to climb. But it’s REALLY hard to descend, I mean, it’s scary.
So, I reached the place and OH-MY-GAWD! The view was breathtaking. I’ll post the pictures as soon I get them from my friends (I hadn’t taken my camera) or one of the teachers. There was wilderness all around, and there was a huge pit, khaai. I screamed my name out loud and it echoed back! It was.. AMAZING!
Wish time could have stood still, just then. I wish I were a mutant. Now THAT would have been cool. I mean, maybe. Hey, I like X-men, okay? :|
So, I went there and there was a long line of guys waiting there for their turn. And then I argued a bit saying that a girl hadn’t really tried rappelling yet. So, the instructor let me GO! Whee! I got scathing looks from class-mates. I didn’t know any of them. Just one or two, I think. =D
So, I descended the flat, not-rough-edged mountain. It was AMAZING. I faltered right in the end, but it was great nevertheless! And I heard people cheering down under and I was TOTALLY ecstatic!
Sometime later, me and my friends went to the Artificial River-crossing thing. And turns out I was the first girl to try it out too. TeeHEE. =D
I couldn’y do it, though. I could cross only three-fourth of the whole length of the river. It drained me of all energy COMPLETELY. I seriously need to have more stamina! That, and the fact that I’m a bit fat didn’t help too. It proved detrimental, actually, as you may have guessed. I was totally red by the time I got down. I was emabarrassed. Embarrassment doesn’t really show on me cos I don’t sweat more or anything when I’m feeling dumb and flusteree. And the advantage of being brown, I mean, dark, is that you don’t turn red.
But, when I had to cross the artificial-river, I had to totally tilt my head. And THAT made my face go all red and my eyes too! It was weird, my friends said. I’m happy they were there to support me. Man! =)
After me, another person tried and she couldn’t corss as much as I did. :P ^_^
I was feeling all tired and stuff but then it was lunch time so I ate a LOT! There was a lot to eat. And, honestly, I HOGGED. Like you-know-what. :P
And then we DANCED! I mean, we were given a list of nine activities, but were ACTUALLY taken to two places ONLY. So, one of the girls, out of anger and frustration, yelled at the instructor guy that she was gonna sue him. And, Jesus Christ! You should have seen the look on that mans face! He looked SCARED. Whoa! =D
We danced at a LOT of stuff and there were a lot of Punjabi songs too! AWESOMENESS!
There was one song that I REALLY liked. It went like.. "Tenu kaala chasma jachda hai, jachda hai gore mukhde te"
Umm, it means that dark glasses (sunglasses, shades) suit your fair face.
It doesnt make a LOT of sense, but hey, it's nice! One of the best songs to dance on! =D
Oh, I also watched Wall- today. <3
Need I say more? It’s AWESOME!
Uh, Christ, this post is longer than the Bhagavad-Gita!
Toodle-oo, folks. Merry Christmas to you. =)
~ I don’t know a lot about Christmas nor do I have Christian friends, so, HAVE FUN! And temme about it!
Our school had organized this one-day camp thing that included activities that were trekking-y. They called it a picnic but I wanna be more, uh, classy and call it a camp. Heh.
We left school by around 8: 30 in the morning. It was a nice and cool. The weather wasn’t too cold and it wasn’t too warm either. We were supposed to wear jeans, sneakers and a sweatshirt or something of that sort. And, I did that. Only that my sweatshirt was an Adidas-fakie. And I had no intention of hiding the fact, so yeah.
Wish I had had a Puma fakie though. I suck. I’m not that brand conscious. I can be, at times. But those times are pretty rare.
The place we were going to, called Anand Van (that’s Hindi, Anand means Joy, and Van means Forest. So, go figure) was more than 20, in fact 25+ kilometers away. We reached the place at around 9: 40. And we had breakfast. It was lip-smacking! I mean, the paranthas.
Note: A parantha is an Indian (Punjabi) dish. It’s basically made of flour, mixed with water, but it has potatoes stuffed into it. And it’s DELICIOUS. <3
And fattening. Ah, let’s not get there.
So, we ate, and about half an hour later, were split into groups of 20. There were around 80 kids, and 4 teachers, so that makes 4 groups in all. I was the leader of my group, and the first thing we did was Rappelling.
The rappelling thing consisted of Rock-climbing TOO. And it was FUN! Totally.
A few people were really scared. I climbed the huge mountain like thing, but then a few girls who were behind me got stuck and one of them even slipped! And, the sad part was that I couldn’t turn back and help them. It’s easy to climb. But it’s REALLY hard to descend, I mean, it’s scary.
So, I reached the place and OH-MY-GAWD! The view was breathtaking. I’ll post the pictures as soon I get them from my friends (I hadn’t taken my camera) or one of the teachers. There was wilderness all around, and there was a huge pit, khaai. I screamed my name out loud and it echoed back! It was.. AMAZING!
Wish time could have stood still, just then. I wish I were a mutant. Now THAT would have been cool. I mean, maybe. Hey, I like X-men, okay? :|
So, I went there and there was a long line of guys waiting there for their turn. And then I argued a bit saying that a girl hadn’t really tried rappelling yet. So, the instructor let me GO! Whee! I got scathing looks from class-mates. I didn’t know any of them. Just one or two, I think. =D
So, I descended the flat, not-rough-edged mountain. It was AMAZING. I faltered right in the end, but it was great nevertheless! And I heard people cheering down under and I was TOTALLY ecstatic!
Sometime later, me and my friends went to the Artificial River-crossing thing. And turns out I was the first girl to try it out too. TeeHEE. =D
I couldn’y do it, though. I could cross only three-fourth of the whole length of the river. It drained me of all energy COMPLETELY. I seriously need to have more stamina! That, and the fact that I’m a bit fat didn’t help too. It proved detrimental, actually, as you may have guessed. I was totally red by the time I got down. I was emabarrassed. Embarrassment doesn’t really show on me cos I don’t sweat more or anything when I’m feeling dumb and flusteree. And the advantage of being brown, I mean, dark, is that you don’t turn red.
But, when I had to cross the artificial-river, I had to totally tilt my head. And THAT made my face go all red and my eyes too! It was weird, my friends said. I’m happy they were there to support me. Man! =)
After me, another person tried and she couldn’t corss as much as I did. :P ^_^
I was feeling all tired and stuff but then it was lunch time so I ate a LOT! There was a lot to eat. And, honestly, I HOGGED. Like you-know-what. :P
And then we DANCED! I mean, we were given a list of nine activities, but were ACTUALLY taken to two places ONLY. So, one of the girls, out of anger and frustration, yelled at the instructor guy that she was gonna sue him. And, Jesus Christ! You should have seen the look on that mans face! He looked SCARED. Whoa! =D
We danced at a LOT of stuff and there were a lot of Punjabi songs too! AWESOMENESS!
There was one song that I REALLY liked. It went like.. "Tenu kaala chasma jachda hai, jachda hai gore mukhde te"
Umm, it means that dark glasses (sunglasses, shades) suit your fair face.
It doesnt make a LOT of sense, but hey, it's nice! One of the best songs to dance on! =D
Oh, I also watched Wall- today. <3
Need I say more? It’s AWESOME!
Uh, Christ, this post is longer than the Bhagavad-Gita!
Toodle-oo, folks. Merry Christmas to you. =)
~ I don’t know a lot about Christmas nor do I have Christian friends, so, HAVE FUN! And temme about it!
December 21, 2008
I’m gonna shine my shoes..
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...for the fat lady. For my fat lady.
I just finished reading Franny and Zooey for the 100th time and it made a lot more sense this time. It always makes a bit more sense, every time I read it.
So, from now all, all my readers are going to be MY fat ladies. Yup. And I’m writing just for them.
=)
*Imagines a very Seymour-y look*
IHeartErichSegal. <3
I just finished reading Franny and Zooey for the 100th time and it made a lot more sense this time. It always makes a bit more sense, every time I read it.
So, from now all, all my readers are going to be MY fat ladies. Yup. And I’m writing just for them.
=)
*Imagines a very Seymour-y look*
IHeartErichSegal. <3
The best day ever.
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=> A bike.
=> Daddy.
=> 15 degrees Celsius.
=> A wide, empty road.
=> And of course, a flyover.
And when you come back home to the nicest, warmest and yummiest mug of tea, YOU know what life is like. =)
It's good.
=> Daddy.
=> 15 degrees Celsius.
=> A wide, empty road.
=> And of course, a flyover.
And when you come back home to the nicest, warmest and yummiest mug of tea, YOU know what life is like. =)
It's good.
December 15, 2008
Everybody has their fair share of shitty days..
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Yeah. I had a shitty day today. So shitty, that I might have to cry myself to sleep. It was a really, REALLY sad day. Depressing, actually. :|
Sigh. So, for a change, I started to do some math, and voila! Turns out I can’t do even one sum! When did math turn THIS tough? :|
So, I left it and went on to economics. There you go, I wasn’t able to do that too. Then I turned to ENGLISH and I couldn’t even do the given homework! I mean, SIGH!
Then I started listening to some songs. Apparently, I don’t feel like doing ANYTHING today.. just because it’s a Monday, maybe? Monday blues, yeah.
I ALSO found that EVERYONE, I mean, EVERYONE (including the invisible ones) at school has a boyfriend. It’s not like I WANT one, but shit! I’m the only one who can’t seem to have one. Sigh.
Well, the thing is, the depressing stuff started out early. I got up in the morning and this is how frizzy my hair was before going to school:
Frizziness Unleashed, seriously.
Everybody at school asked me if I’d gotten my hair curled. I was REALLY surprised. And the other half told me that my hair had suffered some disease (VERY tragic) or something on those lines. It was terrible. My hair, I mean.
BTW, is hair singular or plural? That’s one thing that has always, ALWAYS confused me.
I’m still confused.
Oh, and I spoke at the morning assembly today. It was a disaster, frankly. See. Assemblies on shitty days suck ass. Totally. My voice came out all deep, like a foghorn. Ugh.
That’s it for today. See the frizzy hair, and Happy Tuesday, people! =)
Sigh. So, for a change, I started to do some math, and voila! Turns out I can’t do even one sum! When did math turn THIS tough? :|
So, I left it and went on to economics. There you go, I wasn’t able to do that too. Then I turned to ENGLISH and I couldn’t even do the given homework! I mean, SIGH!
Then I started listening to some songs. Apparently, I don’t feel like doing ANYTHING today.. just because it’s a Monday, maybe? Monday blues, yeah.
I ALSO found that EVERYONE, I mean, EVERYONE (including the invisible ones) at school has a boyfriend. It’s not like I WANT one, but shit! I’m the only one who can’t seem to have one. Sigh.
Well, the thing is, the depressing stuff started out early. I got up in the morning and this is how frizzy my hair was before going to school:
Frizziness Unleashed, seriously.
Everybody at school asked me if I’d gotten my hair curled. I was REALLY surprised. And the other half told me that my hair had suffered some disease (VERY tragic) or something on those lines. It was terrible. My hair, I mean.
BTW, is hair singular or plural? That’s one thing that has always, ALWAYS confused me.
I’m still confused.
Oh, and I spoke at the morning assembly today. It was a disaster, frankly. See. Assemblies on shitty days suck ass. Totally. My voice came out all deep, like a foghorn. Ugh.
That’s it for today. See the frizzy hair, and Happy Tuesday, people! =)
December 14, 2008
(Fashion) Senseless.
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What else can I say? I think its de rigueur to have a mom with loads of fashion-sense otherwise you’re drowned in the pool of faddism and inanity. No, really. My mood has been shitty since morning cos I opened my closet (in the morning :/) to find hell loads of PJs and night dresses. That too, pink and flowery. I’m sick of pink. Totally, ugh.
Whenever me and my mum go shopping (which is always), my mum manages to get me loads of flowery, pink pajamas. They could be more expensive that that nice dress there, but hell no, she always goes for the pajamas. ONLY.
It used to be fun before, when you didn’t have to be so fashion conscious. When you could go out the house, till, maybe the shop nearby wearing yer pajamas. When you were a little kid. But now, it’s dumb when people openly laugh at you when you go to the SAME shop wearing pajamas. And it’s not like I’m imagining it. They laughed at me OUTRIGHT. Like, it was a group of maybe 4 girls and they collapsed in a fit of giggles as soon as they saw me. They were dressed in the worst possible Churidaars EVER. Their AUDACITY was.. mind-numbing! I gave them a cold stare and went about my business, but hey, people DO laugh. It’s no joke. :|
My mum has a technique. She’ll give me negative vibes when I adamantly refuse to listen to her and BUY those clothes on display, THERE.
Or, there’s this other thing that does the trick.
For example.
Scene: At a shop.. I like some shirt. My mum doesn’t like it (cos its not bright and flowery :|)
So, this is what she does.
Me: Mom, I want that shirt.
Her: Nanditha.. you won’t wear it.
Me: Why would I want to buy it if I won’t wear it? :|
Her: Because I’m your mom and I know. [uh, yeah, right]
Me: Sick. I wanna buy it, and that’s it.
Her: [in a serious tone] Your dad wonn’t like it.
THAT does the trick. Yes it does. It not only brings the conversation to an end, but it ALSO makes me walk out of the shop in anger, and my mum.. pleased with herself. :|
I really consider stuff like that, BTW. I mean, if dad doesn’t like something, I’ll probably argue about it but in the end, I’m going to listen to him.
BUT. I came to know how big a farce that line really was when I went shopping with both mom and dad. Mom uttered the trademark line again, and my dad goes.. “But.. I think it’ll look good on her. Moreover, she likes it”
That did it. My mum started communicating with her eyes, u know, her eyes conveying DEEPLY, the message – “no, tell her that you won’t like it! Dammit, why can’t you just nod along?”
Goodie. So now I had an ANSWER. =D
Everytime she said the “dad wont like it” line, I’d say that I don’t really care cos I knew that mum turned out to be wrong that everytime.
It's true. I AM Fashion sense LESS. :P
Well. BTW, if you think being 16 and still shopping with yer mom is dumb, then HEY! I don’t really shop by myself, and moreover, I don’t have a cousin/anybody who lives nearby with whom I can go shopping AND I don’t go shopping with friends.. I dunno why, though.
Plus, this is India. Real shopping with friends isn’t time pass. Window-shopping is. =D
~ I need to find out a bit about Christmas.. it’s for a morning assembly. Damn!
Psst.. Half the people out there don’t like my template. I don’t LOVE the orange colour, but I do like everything else. Call me conceited, but I’m gonna stick to liking it. And I don’t care. AND, I can be kiddish -> *sticks out tongue*
Whenever me and my mum go shopping (which is always), my mum manages to get me loads of flowery, pink pajamas. They could be more expensive that that nice dress there, but hell no, she always goes for the pajamas. ONLY.
It used to be fun before, when you didn’t have to be so fashion conscious. When you could go out the house, till, maybe the shop nearby wearing yer pajamas. When you were a little kid. But now, it’s dumb when people openly laugh at you when you go to the SAME shop wearing pajamas. And it’s not like I’m imagining it. They laughed at me OUTRIGHT. Like, it was a group of maybe 4 girls and they collapsed in a fit of giggles as soon as they saw me. They were dressed in the worst possible Churidaars EVER. Their AUDACITY was.. mind-numbing! I gave them a cold stare and went about my business, but hey, people DO laugh. It’s no joke. :|
My mum has a technique. She’ll give me negative vibes when I adamantly refuse to listen to her and BUY those clothes on display, THERE.
Or, there’s this other thing that does the trick.
For example.
Scene: At a shop.. I like some shirt. My mum doesn’t like it (cos its not bright and flowery :|)
So, this is what she does.
Me: Mom, I want that shirt.
Her: Nanditha.. you won’t wear it.
Me: Why would I want to buy it if I won’t wear it? :|
Her: Because I’m your mom and I know. [uh, yeah, right]
Me: Sick. I wanna buy it, and that’s it.
Her: [in a serious tone] Your dad wonn’t like it.
THAT does the trick. Yes it does. It not only brings the conversation to an end, but it ALSO makes me walk out of the shop in anger, and my mum.. pleased with herself. :|
I really consider stuff like that, BTW. I mean, if dad doesn’t like something, I’ll probably argue about it but in the end, I’m going to listen to him.
BUT. I came to know how big a farce that line really was when I went shopping with both mom and dad. Mom uttered the trademark line again, and my dad goes.. “But.. I think it’ll look good on her. Moreover, she likes it”
That did it. My mum started communicating with her eyes, u know, her eyes conveying DEEPLY, the message – “no, tell her that you won’t like it! Dammit, why can’t you just nod along?”
Goodie. So now I had an ANSWER. =D
Everytime she said the “dad wont like it” line, I’d say that I don’t really care cos I knew that mum turned out to be wrong that everytime.
It's true. I AM Fashion sense LESS. :P
Well. BTW, if you think being 16 and still shopping with yer mom is dumb, then HEY! I don’t really shop by myself, and moreover, I don’t have a cousin/anybody who lives nearby with whom I can go shopping AND I don’t go shopping with friends.. I dunno why, though.
Plus, this is India. Real shopping with friends isn’t time pass. Window-shopping is. =D
~ I need to find out a bit about Christmas.. it’s for a morning assembly. Damn!
Psst.. Half the people out there don’t like my template. I don’t LOVE the orange colour, but I do like everything else. Call me conceited, but I’m gonna stick to liking it. And I don’t care. AND, I can be kiddish -> *sticks out tongue*
December 10, 2008
Monotonous, thats what it is.
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So, I got down to thinking about my daily life. And, you know what? It’s mundane as hell. SO mundane, that I can put it down for ya.
* I get up at 7:10. EXACTLY at that time. It’s.. mechanical. Maybe it’ll be 7:11 sometimes, but, well, you get the point, don’t you?
*Take a bath and all that jazz. I get ready by 7:40.
* Gobble my breakfasy up and rush out. My bus stop is right outside my house. And then I wait there for 3 or maybe 4 cold minutes.
* I look at dumb people going to school by foot till then. And no, they’re dumb cos they don’t get outta the way when they see the dumb bus coming! I mean, what the hell do they think they are? Superman? Ironman? [insert some random name]-man? Look out, there’s a bus coming!
* I get into the bus, say hey hey to a few kids and then go to the back. And I sit down. I generally stand up 2 minutes before we’re about to reach school.
* If I’m sleepy, I just sleep. If I’m all wide-eyed and awake, I simply start jabbering away. Jesus, I need to control that tongue of mine.
* So, I reach school ay around 8:00 or maybe 8:05. Pretty late, cos school starts at 8:00. They let us in JUST because it’s the school bus that is responsible for us being late and all that.
* I rush out to the field. We have assembly everyday.
* Then comes the hard part. I’m a council-member, like, I’m supposed to be above an average Prefect and all. Sigh. So, I stand where I’ve been posted and repeat the same dumb line every other minute: “Please walk in a civilized manner” or maybe “Please walk in a LINE!” or even “Stop talking and MOVE!”
I mean, it might differ. And, sometimes, when I’m kinda low on that thing called patience, I can just be REAL mean and ask kids to shutup.
Yesterday, I pulled a couple of jerks out because they get loads of pleasure from hiding their diary in their pants. I mean, who the hell hides a SCHOOL DIARY in their pants? Ugh. I don’t even wanna get into that, but I dissed all those kids and they positively hate me by now.
Then comes the hardER part. The guy who was supposed to be on duty with me has been absent for, like, 2 weeks. And it’s getting tough, being something like a bouncer + nice council member + whatever-kids-think-we-seniors-are.
Nevertheless, I return to class with my fellow council-member-friends.
The classes are pretty random and, well, the same thing happens everyday. A brief, erm, overview?
Math: Padho. Aur bhi padho. Padhte raho.
For all those who don’t know Hindi, it just means study. Keep studying, folks! =/
English: My teacher reads out something. And then asks me to stand up and tell the class what I understood. And I stand there, thinking about it in my brain. Somehow, I understand everything but nothing comes out. I stutter something and some other kid, THANKFULLY, stands up to explain his/her point of view. English classes are torturous not because I dislike the language or something.. I don’t, really, but. Well, because the teacher frightens the hell outta me.
Accountancy: BORING! It’s the same everyday. You take that pencil of yours and draw lines until you start seeing optical illusions.
Economics: Erm. Notes. More notes. It’s fun, though! I like the subject.
Business Studies: More notes. And I don’t like it at ALL. It’s just like history. Except that it’s just COMPELLINGLY boring. History is a fascinating subject. Business Studies is just.. well, faltoo. Useless, incase you didn’t get that.
Oh, so, continuing. Erm.
* I meet my friends, say hey hey, have fun and all that. But, okay, school gets over.
* I gotta go to the Rare Staircase 5 minutes before the bell rings. I’m on duty there, and believe you me, its not an easy task, asking kids to go by the other way. Today, a kid just PUSHED past me. And this other group of stupid wannabe’s pushed past me, yet again.
* I get into the bus. Umm, and then the bus takes me home.
I come back, have my lunch, sleep or a few hours, get up again, go to tuition, come back, sit on the internet.
That’s my purposeless life for now, ratheads. I’ll be back with more. Just don’t smirk gleefully, okay? I have more fun that YOU do. HA. YOU just need to go back and have a look at what YER day was like.
Note to self: Gotta write about the kids tomorrow. It’s been so long since I dedicated a post just for them! Okay, just remind me tomorrow, brain.
That’s it. Uh. Now that I actually have my routine in front of my eyes, I mean, right here.. I don’t want it taking place anther time!
~ I’m getting ALL my exam/test papers tomorrow. All bad things happen at once, don’t they?
* I get up at 7:10. EXACTLY at that time. It’s.. mechanical. Maybe it’ll be 7:11 sometimes, but, well, you get the point, don’t you?
*Take a bath and all that jazz. I get ready by 7:40.
* Gobble my breakfasy up and rush out. My bus stop is right outside my house. And then I wait there for 3 or maybe 4 cold minutes.
* I look at dumb people going to school by foot till then. And no, they’re dumb cos they don’t get outta the way when they see the dumb bus coming! I mean, what the hell do they think they are? Superman? Ironman? [insert some random name]-man? Look out, there’s a bus coming!
* I get into the bus, say hey hey to a few kids and then go to the back. And I sit down. I generally stand up 2 minutes before we’re about to reach school.
* If I’m sleepy, I just sleep. If I’m all wide-eyed and awake, I simply start jabbering away. Jesus, I need to control that tongue of mine.
* So, I reach school ay around 8:00 or maybe 8:05. Pretty late, cos school starts at 8:00. They let us in JUST because it’s the school bus that is responsible for us being late and all that.
* I rush out to the field. We have assembly everyday.
* Then comes the hard part. I’m a council-member, like, I’m supposed to be above an average Prefect and all. Sigh. So, I stand where I’ve been posted and repeat the same dumb line every other minute: “Please walk in a civilized manner” or maybe “Please walk in a LINE!” or even “Stop talking and MOVE!”
I mean, it might differ. And, sometimes, when I’m kinda low on that thing called patience, I can just be REAL mean and ask kids to shutup.
Yesterday, I pulled a couple of jerks out because they get loads of pleasure from hiding their diary in their pants. I mean, who the hell hides a SCHOOL DIARY in their pants? Ugh. I don’t even wanna get into that, but I dissed all those kids and they positively hate me by now.
Then comes the hardER part. The guy who was supposed to be on duty with me has been absent for, like, 2 weeks. And it’s getting tough, being something like a bouncer + nice council member + whatever-kids-think-we-seniors-are.
Nevertheless, I return to class with my fellow council-member-friends.
The classes are pretty random and, well, the same thing happens everyday. A brief, erm, overview?
Math: Padho. Aur bhi padho. Padhte raho.
For all those who don’t know Hindi, it just means study. Keep studying, folks! =/
English: My teacher reads out something. And then asks me to stand up and tell the class what I understood. And I stand there, thinking about it in my brain. Somehow, I understand everything but nothing comes out. I stutter something and some other kid, THANKFULLY, stands up to explain his/her point of view. English classes are torturous not because I dislike the language or something.. I don’t, really, but. Well, because the teacher frightens the hell outta me.
Accountancy: BORING! It’s the same everyday. You take that pencil of yours and draw lines until you start seeing optical illusions.
Economics: Erm. Notes. More notes. It’s fun, though! I like the subject.
Business Studies: More notes. And I don’t like it at ALL. It’s just like history. Except that it’s just COMPELLINGLY boring. History is a fascinating subject. Business Studies is just.. well, faltoo. Useless, incase you didn’t get that.
Oh, so, continuing. Erm.
* I meet my friends, say hey hey, have fun and all that. But, okay, school gets over.
* I gotta go to the Rare Staircase 5 minutes before the bell rings. I’m on duty there, and believe you me, its not an easy task, asking kids to go by the other way. Today, a kid just PUSHED past me. And this other group of stupid wannabe’s pushed past me, yet again.
* I get into the bus. Umm, and then the bus takes me home.
I come back, have my lunch, sleep or a few hours, get up again, go to tuition, come back, sit on the internet.
That’s my purposeless life for now, ratheads. I’ll be back with more. Just don’t smirk gleefully, okay? I have more fun that YOU do. HA. YOU just need to go back and have a look at what YER day was like.
Note to self: Gotta write about the kids tomorrow. It’s been so long since I dedicated a post just for them! Okay, just remind me tomorrow, brain.
That’s it. Uh. Now that I actually have my routine in front of my eyes, I mean, right here.. I don’t want it taking place anther time!
~ I’m getting ALL my exam/test papers tomorrow. All bad things happen at once, don’t they?
December 07, 2008
What else do you expect at one in the morning?
4 Random Retorts
It's 1 am. And it's been TWO hours since I've been searching for a blogger template. But, the ones that I liked (at least!) are not getting downloaded. And even if the ARE, there's something wrong with them. SO wrong, that I've started to feel pretty worthless. => I cant even CHANGE my template! ARGH!
I was so looking forward to changing my blogger template. Sigh. This one's so darned mundane. :/
Uh. Anybody out there who can help me change my blogger template? An earnest request. I don't like my current template, honest. Thank you.
P.S.: I talked to this one class-mate online, and I'm convinced that he's a fat toeless rat.
And there's another crazy girl in my class and I'm UBER-convinced that she's THE geisha. Because:
A] She's half Japanese (Yes. It’s there in her blood.)
B] She's got this bewitching smile that kinda kills all guys around. Except the ones that don't look at ‘outer beauty’ and all that shit. Oh, hell, who am I tryna kid? All the guys like her. Oh wait, there ARE exceptions: the gay ones.
C] She's got a weird way of talking.
D] And typing, considering the fact that she has been on the internet even before I Knew about it.
E] She’s got all the qualities that a geisha does. I told you; its IN her blood. Even if she IS half-jap!
Btw, just a random piece of info: The fat rat and the geisha are dating.
~ More about The CornyCouple later. =)
I was so looking forward to changing my blogger template. Sigh. This one's so darned mundane. :/
Uh. Anybody out there who can help me change my blogger template? An earnest request. I don't like my current template, honest. Thank you.
P.S.: I talked to this one class-mate online, and I'm convinced that he's a fat toeless rat.
And there's another crazy girl in my class and I'm UBER-convinced that she's THE geisha. Because:
A] She's half Japanese (Yes. It’s there in her blood.)
B] She's got this bewitching smile that kinda kills all guys around. Except the ones that don't look at ‘outer beauty’ and all that shit. Oh, hell, who am I tryna kid? All the guys like her. Oh wait, there ARE exceptions: the gay ones.
C] She's got a weird way of talking.
D] And typing, considering the fact that she has been on the internet even before I Knew about it.
E] She’s got all the qualities that a geisha does. I told you; its IN her blood. Even if she IS half-jap!
Btw, just a random piece of info: The fat rat and the geisha are dating.
~ More about The CornyCouple later. =)
December 03, 2008
Because its MY Curriculum Vitae.. HA! *sniggers!*
5 Random Retorts
I made my Resume! WOOT!
To tell the truth, it's pretty pointless. I'm not really old enough to get a resume, but STILL!
Also, forgive me for not putting that accent on 'e' in resume. I was too lazy to open Microsoft Word or even Character Map, for that matter.
http://www.box.net/shared/5t0gxk0tom
Now, if you are a miser and don't want to upload 25 KBs, then it's okay. Save that precious bandwidth, you puny squirrel!
P.S.: Hyperlinks are fun! See.. like THIS!
The second one: Please, PLEASE don't gimme dumb suggestions. Okay? Okay. I made it I just cos wanted to. No constructive critisicm TOO, people!
To tell the truth, it's pretty pointless. I'm not really old enough to get a resume, but STILL!
Also, forgive me for not putting that accent on 'e' in resume. I was too lazy to open Microsoft Word or even Character Map, for that matter.
http://www.box.net/shared/5t0gxk0tom
Now, if you are a miser and don't want to upload 25 KBs, then it's okay. Save that precious bandwidth, you puny squirrel!
P.S.: Hyperlinks are fun! See.. like THIS!
The second one: Please, PLEASE don't gimme dumb suggestions. Okay? Okay. I made it I just cos wanted to. No constructive critisicm TOO, people!
And, so. I hate..
0 Random Retorts
If you like five or more things mentioned below, then get the hell outta this page and set yourself on fire. And if u don't do that, I'll make sure I track you down and stab you. With those hate circles and all, okay? Okay.
So, yeah.
I hate..
Studying. Coffee. Times now (the news channel). MetroNow (the newspaper). That one guy. And this other one. Cold creams (they’re indispensible.. and THAT is why I hate ‘em so much!). Weird Bollywood movies, especially the ones copied from foreign ones. Politics. Cats (I’m sorry, meow). Meow FM. Britney Spears. Some other singers like her. Death metal. TERRORISTS. Punk rock, and stuff of that sort. Customer Care people. Silence. Dictionaries. Actually, having to look up stuff. Smelly people. People that aren’t grammatically correct, like, all the time. People who think they own the world. Abusing unnecessarily. Responsibilty. Sluts/whores. Mousquitoes (damn ‘em all!). The colour grey. And navy blue (it looks ok on uniforms ONLY, though). Bright yellow. Flip flops (cos I’m not used to them). Pretty people (I’m envious of them, sigh). Being too girly. Pseudo-optimism. Waking up early. Not being able to write PROPERLY. My Indian accent. That popular group in my class (they’re so darned fake. No, really). That other girl who thinks she owns the world. My handwriting. Those earrings my brother bought me a few months ago. Clothes that don’t fit me anymore. Analyzing situations. That teacher.. I’m happy she never taught me ^_^. Being fat. Having to wear spectacles. Being dark. Having that extra ‘h’ in my name. Bush? Non vegetarians cos they eat innocent animals that are killed mercilessly by bastards, and machines. Bitter-gourd. Making spelling mistakes. Making grammatical errors :. Emo stuff. People who’re TOO loud. People that tend to make an issue out of every little thing. Being short. Reading stuff that don’t have the appropriate vowels and stuff, AND too many punctuation marks.. like this:
“cooooooooool!!!!! i’d lov 2 go 4 tht cmptition! whn r u cmin???????????!!!!!????”
I have a cousin who types like THIS:
“ hieeeeeeeeeeeeee…!!!! wen d u cm online, huh???? i wanna tok! kkkkkk? “
I never replied, btw. It pissed me of too much.
So, continuing.
People who think smoking/doing drugs is COOL (for hells sake, grow UP!). Hypocrites. Over sensitive people. Vilasrao Deshmukh. Jokes that don’t make me laugh. A few self-improvement books. Pointless noob videos on youtube. Shilpa Shetty’s evil eyebrow(s). Bollywood movie songs (except a few). Being sleepy (But I DO love to sleep). Being contradicted. Not getting enough comments (retorts, ie). Not being in a relationship (see, that’s what happens when you live in an UBER-pseudo-cool society). Creepy crawly animals. Injections. Doctors.
I also hate ending this post, but I have to cos I need to polish my shoes, do that bit of homework and prepare for tomorrow.
~I hope you have a Nothing-to-hate-*finally* day tomorrow. HeartTea and you’ll be better off! =D
So, yeah.
I hate..
Studying. Coffee. Times now (the news channel). MetroNow (the newspaper). That one guy. And this other one. Cold creams (they’re indispensible.. and THAT is why I hate ‘em so much!). Weird Bollywood movies, especially the ones copied from foreign ones. Politics. Cats (I’m sorry, meow). Meow FM. Britney Spears. Some other singers like her. Death metal. TERRORISTS. Punk rock, and stuff of that sort. Customer Care people. Silence. Dictionaries. Actually, having to look up stuff. Smelly people. People that aren’t grammatically correct, like, all the time. People who think they own the world. Abusing unnecessarily. Responsibilty. Sluts/whores. Mousquitoes (damn ‘em all!). The colour grey. And navy blue (it looks ok on uniforms ONLY, though). Bright yellow. Flip flops (cos I’m not used to them). Pretty people (I’m envious of them, sigh). Being too girly. Pseudo-optimism. Waking up early. Not being able to write PROPERLY. My Indian accent. That popular group in my class (they’re so darned fake. No, really). That other girl who thinks she owns the world. My handwriting. Those earrings my brother bought me a few months ago. Clothes that don’t fit me anymore. Analyzing situations. That teacher.. I’m happy she never taught me ^_^. Being fat. Having to wear spectacles. Being dark. Having that extra ‘h’ in my name. Bush? Non vegetarians cos they eat innocent animals that are killed mercilessly by bastards, and machines. Bitter-gourd. Making spelling mistakes. Making grammatical errors :. Emo stuff. People who’re TOO loud. People that tend to make an issue out of every little thing. Being short. Reading stuff that don’t have the appropriate vowels and stuff, AND too many punctuation marks.. like this:
“cooooooooool!!!!! i’d lov 2 go 4 tht cmptition! whn r u cmin???????????!!!!!????”
I have a cousin who types like THIS:
“ hieeeeeeeeeeeeee…!!!! wen d u cm online, huh???? i wanna tok! kkkkkk? “
I never replied, btw. It pissed me of too much.
So, continuing.
People who think smoking/doing drugs is COOL (for hells sake, grow UP!). Hypocrites. Over sensitive people. Vilasrao Deshmukh. Jokes that don’t make me laugh. A few self-improvement books. Pointless noob videos on youtube. Shilpa Shetty’s evil eyebrow(s). Bollywood movie songs (except a few). Being sleepy (But I DO love to sleep). Being contradicted. Not getting enough comments (retorts, ie). Not being in a relationship (see, that’s what happens when you live in an UBER-pseudo-cool society). Creepy crawly animals. Injections. Doctors.
I also hate ending this post, but I have to cos I need to polish my shoes, do that bit of homework and prepare for tomorrow.
~I hope you have a Nothing-to-hate-*finally* day tomorrow. HeartTea and you’ll be better off! =D
December 02, 2008
All kinds of people. And stuff.
0 Random Retorts
You know, there are civilized people and uncivilized ones too. You know, in the thesaurus, the synonym for the word ‘uncivilized’ MUST be given as ‘ a terrorist’. Because it actually makes sense. Ruthless, insensitive, merciless.. that’s what these terrorists are.
I absolutely hate terrorists. After those blasts in Mumbai, I’m convinced that if I ever get to meet a terrorist in my life, I’ll stab him, make little hate circles on his face, and laugh while he screams in agony. I’ll also make him watch Amateur Golf. AND listen to Rihanna.
So apparently, because of these rat headed terrorists, INDIA is a dangerous place to live in! How dumb is THAT? I’ll agree that living in Kashmir can be quite dangerous. But nowhere else. These terrorists.. ARGH! Damn them all. >_<
Well, I hope the 2 terrorists who’re probably roaming around free, get hit by a truck or something.
Well, so, apart from that, school sucks. Shall I tell you why? Cos my accountancy teacher hates me EVEN more, now. Moreover, I haven’t mailed Mr. Keyvan Sadigh YET (about the kids. Hey, if you’re reading this.. now I’m teaching TWO groups! Isn’t that greattt? And I promise that I’ll mail you as soon as my exams get over)
Well, so, I wanted to change my blog template but sadly, I cant seem to get it changed properly. I need to visit a few sites to get a nice background and all that. Get me a nice blogger template if you can, please?
Also, I found out that I’m getting fatter. I’m working on that, though. ‘Nuff said.
I like that song from Fashion – Kuchh Khaas hai (Sung by Mohit Chauhan.. its AMAZING.. u need to listen to it even if you don’t know hindi and all. =])
And hey, its Aids day! And two of my friends birthday! =D
I had the red ribbon thing pinned to my coat in the morning. Also, three kids fainted in the assembly, in the morning. The assembly was GREAT (‘twas about AIDS and all), but they sang Numb (Linkin Park), and ROFL! It was honestly funny. But their effort are commendable, still. =)
It was more like a hymn, though. =D
I got mad at A today cos she REMINDED the teacher about our homework. I mean, she could have just forgotten about it!
Hey, that reminds me, I still have to do that. And study. Jesus, what is this? I don’t like this at all.
Uh. I need to go make my tea now. Yes, I’m an eighty year old granny. :/
Btw, I think you guys might have listened to that song by Billy Joel – We didn’t Start the Fire.
LOL! I LURVE it!
We didn’t start the fire.. it was always burning since the worlds been turning.. we didn’t start the fire.. no we didn’t light it but we’ve tried to fight it…
I really like it! It makes a lot of sense, to tell the truth. =D
~So, haffun. And, welcome back, Abhimanyu! =)
I absolutely hate terrorists. After those blasts in Mumbai, I’m convinced that if I ever get to meet a terrorist in my life, I’ll stab him, make little hate circles on his face, and laugh while he screams in agony. I’ll also make him watch Amateur Golf. AND listen to Rihanna.
So apparently, because of these rat headed terrorists, INDIA is a dangerous place to live in! How dumb is THAT? I’ll agree that living in Kashmir can be quite dangerous. But nowhere else. These terrorists.. ARGH! Damn them all. >_<
Well, I hope the 2 terrorists who’re probably roaming around free, get hit by a truck or something.
Well, so, apart from that, school sucks. Shall I tell you why? Cos my accountancy teacher hates me EVEN more, now. Moreover, I haven’t mailed Mr. Keyvan Sadigh YET (about the kids. Hey, if you’re reading this.. now I’m teaching TWO groups! Isn’t that greattt? And I promise that I’ll mail you as soon as my exams get over)
Well, so, I wanted to change my blog template but sadly, I cant seem to get it changed properly. I need to visit a few sites to get a nice background and all that. Get me a nice blogger template if you can, please?
Also, I found out that I’m getting fatter. I’m working on that, though. ‘Nuff said.
I like that song from Fashion – Kuchh Khaas hai (Sung by Mohit Chauhan.. its AMAZING.. u need to listen to it even if you don’t know hindi and all. =])
And hey, its Aids day! And two of my friends birthday! =D
I had the red ribbon thing pinned to my coat in the morning. Also, three kids fainted in the assembly, in the morning. The assembly was GREAT (‘twas about AIDS and all), but they sang Numb (Linkin Park), and ROFL! It was honestly funny. But their effort are commendable, still. =)
It was more like a hymn, though. =D
I got mad at A today cos she REMINDED the teacher about our homework. I mean, she could have just forgotten about it!
Hey, that reminds me, I still have to do that. And study. Jesus, what is this? I don’t like this at all.
Uh. I need to go make my tea now. Yes, I’m an eighty year old granny. :/
Btw, I think you guys might have listened to that song by Billy Joel – We didn’t Start the Fire.
LOL! I LURVE it!
We didn’t start the fire.. it was always burning since the worlds been turning.. we didn’t start the fire.. no we didn’t light it but we’ve tried to fight it…
I really like it! It makes a lot of sense, to tell the truth. =D
~So, haffun. And, welcome back, Abhimanyu! =)
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