Big Boss OR Big Baas? :\

I'm NOT in a good mood. After watching Big Boss today, I've started wondering whether its Big Boss or Big Baas. :|.. I'm serious as hell, man. Big boss is getting weirder day by day. And, Shilpa can't fake her laugh anymore. She's past that stage now. And that weird accent.. GAWD HELP HER!

Well right, I used to like watching Big Boss. But now its all stupid. And corny and romantic. I mean, I'm going to MURDER shilpa shetty if she gets her eyebrows shaped like this one more time!




It's like she pasted some wannabe actors wanna-moustache. ARGH! :|


Okay, so. Currently, there are 6 members left.

1. Rahul
(S)he's a woman. And, hey, if you've awatched Bechaare Zameen Par, he looks SO much like Pareshaan Aswasthi. Uncanny resemblance, ya know. He should get outta big boss. As for the public saving him everytime.. think again! Hes a rich baap ka bigda pilla, so yeah. His own friends and servants (there might be hundreds of them) vote for him. Bleh. Wannabe woman.

2. Monica
Shes NOT pretty, okay? Okay. She's just genetically fair AND slim. Bleh. AND shes just so fickle minded.. she was ignoring Rahul at first and now its all RahulRahulRahul. I hate her.
I hope she gets out. As for the way she speaks, its like a toad being choked. Honest.


3. Zulfi
Darned big guy. He looks like one of those science experiments gone wrong. Bleh. As for his quiet nature.. well, I dont like it. I used to like him but now, after so many weeks, its pretty obvious that hes a dark-minded dingbat.

4. Ashutosh
He's pretending to like Diana for increasing TRP. Sheesh! :|
Well, otherwise, hes the only guy I like from the entire troupe, the whole cast thingy of Big Boss.
I saw his roadies wala form. It;s illegible. They should get it typed out, you know. :|
Sonel IS nice. Right. I like her too.

5. Diana
She's witty, actually. And she thinks. Well, she hid some food so that the house-mates could eat it later on. Achhai ka zamaana nahi raha!
I like her, nevertheless. She's nice enough

6. Raja
Heh. You know, apart from the fact that he has a VERY bad bad BAD temper, worse than the Satan himself, he has this REALLY bad thing for changing sides every two weeks. Well. No comments. This guy is really lucky, you know.


Biss Baas stinks now. Get the point? HA! xD

~ Is this Big Baas thing a fish? No, really. :\

So, FINALLY! School re-opened! Yay!

Yeah! How desperate can I be? I wanted school to reopen cos I was indulging in VERY unhealthy practices while school was closed. Like, I ate full-full tubs of ice cream; I slept late and woke up later; I ate too much junk food; I started working on the internet more because, OBVIOUSLY, I wasn’t going to do my homework; I was in my PJs all day, which makes me EVEN more lethargic.
Yeah. So, well, today, there weren’t many people in the bus. HA! I got a window seatbut MAN! Was it COLD or what?! I was getting goose bumps and all. It was a VERY winday day today.


The bus reached school late, at around 7: 57 or something. And I had around 3 minutes to actually get outta the bus, go to my classroom, say hey hey to friends, take out my diary and go to the field for the assembly. :/
Well, I made it, anyways. In the assembly, I got called, for.. ahem, something nice. But well, it’s stupid to bask in yer past glories; that’s one thing you gotta learn after the 10th grade. So, yeah, I wasn’t ecstatic but my friends sure were. Haha. :P

And then we went back to class and it was economics. Sigh. Economics isn’t THAT bad, but accountancy and math are. :|
Studied, laughed, joked, studied a bit more, laughed a LOT, and.. yeah, had fun.
And THENNN.. Break time! =D

I love food. I can eat anything vegetarian, as long as it isn’t green, leafy and healthy. Yeah. So, I ate some kinda cheese-cheese-more cheese wala sandwich today. It was DELICIOUS!
And then we were randomly roaming around. Phir, we came back to class and we were claeed for a house meeting. It was awesomeeeee!

I’d like to add a VERY serious note here. Ya know, they had selected 4 people for the post of vice captain. Noiw, only 3 had to go forward, so a short survey types thing was conducted to see who was the least populkar. So, therer were 2 irls, 2 boys. Both the girls are very popular, but I liked only one of ‘em (for the post); the other one was (is) [I feel] pretty much irresponsible. You know, the carefree types. I mean, considering the post, I guess nominee no.2 was a better option. So, when ma’am was like, “Who all want [insert her name] to be nominated?”, I didn’t raise my ahnd. Like, you know the routine, don’t you. Her closest friends raised their hands. Then the guys, copying the girls, raised their hands. It was funny, really. But my hands were down, and the bandi, she was like, looking at me. Probably grinding her teeth and getting mad at me, I’m sure. SO, well, the headboy was like, “Haath ni utha re kya?” And I was like, nope.

Then came the second girls name and my hand went up.

Then the third and the fourth name. I kept my hands down. It’s stupid to follow people for just like everything. I mean, have a mind of yer own, jeez! :|

Okay, so, this was the serious bit. Umm, so, yeah, we came back, and it was Business Studies period. OMIGAWD! That teacher HATES me, I tell ya. Completely. She’s the adult literacy club teacher too, and MAN! She gets pissed off at me, like, THIS soon. (chutki wala soon)

And then school ended and I got into my bus and came back home and logged on to the internet, chatted for a bit. Then I went to sleep, went to tuition and all, came back, got mad at mom and yelled at her, drank tea, and Ive been typing this ever since. Okay, I’m done. This was my day was like. =D

And hey, I’m a moderator at this community. Do me a HUGE favour, and join, please. =)

Uncool is Cool


~So, the bottom line is, school reopened. Say yay! YAY! =D

Another kid. :/

Theres this one kid. In my bus, sigh. I dunno why, but the kids that piss me off the most travel by bus and they travel in the SAME route I travel by. Jeez!

So, this kid, lets call her A.. I’ll tell ya what happened today.

I got into the bus, morning mei.
I went to the back and sat down with the rest of my friends. But, apparently, they were talking about some movie, so I wasn’t really taking an interest and all.
So, this kids sitting in the second last seat. And this is the conversation that followed:

Her: didi… aapka naam kya hai? (Didi, whats your name?)
Me: [insert my name]. (I was bored)
Her: Toh.. aapke first term mei kaise marks aaye? (So.. how much did you get in yer first term?)
Me: Kyun? Achhe ni the, utne. Math mei 60. (Why? And, Ididnt good marks. A 60 in math :|)
Her: KYA!?? Maths mei SIXTY? Hawwwww. :o (WHAT?! :O.. a SICTY? OMG!)
Me: Tumhare? =) (Yours?)
Her: Mere to TWENTY FOUR aaye, 25 mei se! (Me..! I got 24 outta 25!!)
Me: Wow, nice! Tab bhi mere satra-athaara hi aate the. =D (wow.. nice! Even then, I used to get around 17-18 only)
Her: Mereko dekho, itni chhoti hoke bhi itne ache marks le aati hun. Aap bhi na! (Look at me! I’m so young, still I get such good marks! And you..!)

I was starting to get irritated by then

Me: Yeah, whatever.

And thankfully, we reached school by then.

So, the kid hadn’t finished the conversation, apparently, cos in the afternoon, she finds a seat right opposite mine and shes like..

Her: didi!
Me: Hey =)
Her: toh.. aap kahan ke ho? (so.. where are you from?)
Me: [I told her]
Her: Ohh. Aapke papa kya karte hain? (Oh. So, what does yer dad do?)
Me: Pata nahi. Jaan-ne ki koshish bhi ni ki hai. :/ (I don’t know. I never tried to know, u know)
Her: Ohh. Aapki mummy bhi kaam karti hain kya? (Ohh. Does yer mum work too?)
Me: Uhh.. kya?? :| (Umm.. WHAT?)
Her: aapke papa ghar kab aate hain? (When does yer dad come back home?)
Me:*laughs*.. KYUN? (WHY?)
Her: [she was deaf, I SWEAR!] Aapke marks achhe hi nahi aate kya kabhi? (Don’t you good marks, like, ever?)
Me: Umm. Aap yeh sab pooch hi kyun rahe ho? (umm.. why ARE are you asking me all this?)
Her: Bas, aise hi. Bore ho rahi thi!! (Just like that! I was getting bored!!)
Me: uhh.
Me (aside) Aajkal ke bachhe saare nerds hain. Weird. :/ (Todays kids are all nerds. Weird)


And then, THANKFULLY, it was her stop and I hurriedly said bye. My friends had been watching and they were like, why do you even RESPOND? Just ignore her and she’ll get the point. And I’m like.. but.. that’s not fair. xD

Haha. Some kids sure are weird as hell. =D
I just hope she doesn’t bug me TOMORROW! :O

Dal ke Pakode. =D

Yes, the title explains it all. And the pic (you'll see it). Heh. This was on one of the Durga Puja days. There were four of us and we were pretty hungry. So, we all pooled in our money and guess how much we got? TEN rupees? I mean, we were COMPLETELY kangaal.. sigh. =D
I’m not really sad about that, I mean, who cares? We still got a plate full of dal ke pakode (or is it pakoRe?) with those ten rupees. =D

So, this was the plate of Dal ke Pakode we got.

Infact, we had to take a token for giving the order thing and I was like.. “wo jo cheez hai na udhar, I want that, please” and the guy started laughing, and he was like, dal ke pakode? =) And I’m like, yes, THAT!

Heh. So, yeah, that’s about it, but isn’t it funny? There were 6 pieces. Two each. I still love the small things in life. =)

~ Mmm. They were DELICIOUS. =)

'bout school: 11th grade makes one helluva difference! =D

Haha. So, school started on Friday. I got a shock first thing in the morning when I got into the bus! Just about half the bus was full, and there wasn’t ONE senior in view! Gosh! So, well, I was pretty quiet about this and just sat down. Went to school. And a BIGGER shock was waiting me there. Or wait, a bigger shock awaited me there. Oh hell, whatever. So, like, only TWLEVE children were present! Can you BELIEVE it? TWLEVE? Gosh! :|
But still, the stupid dumb ‘in’ group in class didn’t come today so I was pretty relived. All of us were.
Infact, right in the morning, I kept thinking that I was gonna get bored as hell, but well, I DIDN’T. Turned out to be a not-s-bad day after all, cos almost all the classes were substitution pds, so yeah, we were playing Dumb Charades and all. That’s what its called, I think. It was a LOT of fun! I really liked it! Infact, I didn’t want school to end, cos we were having SO much fun. Btw, I realized that I can enact stuff pretty much decently. The only bad thing is that I laugh a lot, actually, giggle. I wonder why I SOUND serious, then. =D

So, hmm, in the bus, all the kids kept coming upto me and saying “Namaste, hame daan do” or something like that. I ignored them. Ha. What else was I supposed to do?
Well, if Friday shocked me, then Saturday shocked AND stabbed me. There were only 9 children present. SIGH! Well, I think my class was better off cos the other class had pnly 4 children! Jeez!

So, well, since there were only 9 children, we were all seated in a group.. I mean, all of us, regardless of what group we were in and all. So, I got to talk to this one girl, lets call her R. Both of us have been enemies since 6th grade.. lets say silent enemies cos we were always courteous to each other but never really liked each other. Well, personally, I didn’t like her cos she had been ULTRA-mean to me when I was in 6th grade and the new-student. It was a bit depressing, 6th grade. So anyways, I talked to her and .. well, she was changed! Completely. Infact, we had SO much in common and SO much to talk about that I myself was surprised. So, like, the whole day went on like this. Id otn think I got bored for even a MINUTE. We discussed stuff from the stupid in-group, to books! It was GREAT! =)
And, well, at the end of the day, shes like, hey, uve changed, and I’m like, yeah, u too! And she was like.. yeah, you were so different in 6th grade and I’m like, oh, hey, I Was a new student.. I just didn’t know what to do and how to proceed.. and she was like, no no, I was really mean to you! And you didn’t even get mad at me, you were just nice to me. And I’m like, yeah you too. =)

So, I guess school ended on a happy note. I went home feeling ultra nice. You know, its nice when something like happens. Haina?

~Uh oh. The SurdKid. Next Post. =D

I irritate customer care people. Convict me?

So, I called the helpline number thingy cos I didn’t know what e-topup was. So, I dialed 111 (that’s the customer care number) and asked him that. Now, even though I’ve changed the language the customer care guys should talk in from Hindi to English, the one that was on line was TOTALLY hindi-ish.
So, this is the conversation that followed.

Him: Namashkaar ma’am. Aapka poora naam aur number de dijiye zara, please.
(Goodmorning ma’am. Could I please have yer full name and number, please?)
Me: [insert full name here], [insert mob. number here]

Okay, for the time being, lets assume that my name is XYZ. Then,

Him: Hanji. Hum aapki sahayta kaise kar sakte hain, XYZ jee?
(Yes. So, how can I help you, XYZ jee)
Me: Umm, I’d like to know what e-top up is.
Him: XYZ jee, aap nischint rahiye, hum aapki poori tareeke se sahayta karenge. E-top up?
(Please, don’t be worried. (Or anxious).. I’ll try and help you fully. E-top up?)
Me: haan. E-top up HOTA kya hai?
(Yes. What IS e-topup?)
Him: XYZ jee, aap nishchint rahiye, hum aapki poore tareeke se sahayata karenge.
[Yes, XYZ jee, please remain unworried, I’ll try andhelp you as much as I can. )
[And then he explains what e-topup is]
After that, he is like:
Him: XYZ jee, aap nishchint rahiye, aapki hum aur koi sahayata kar sakte hain?
(XYZ jee, please remain unworried, do you have any other query?)
Me: umm.. haan. Nishchint ka matlab kya hota hai?
(Er, yes. What does ‘nishchint’ mean?)
Him: *silence* kya?
(What?)
Me: Haan.. ummm.. nishchint ka matlab kya hota hai? :]
(er, yes. What does ‘nishchint’ mean?)
Him: nishchint maane… tension-free.
(Nishchint means.. tension free)
Me: ohh. Right. Bina kisi chinta ke. Right. ThnakYOU! :]
(Oh, right. Without any worried. Right, thankYOU! =))
Him: Jee haan, zarur. Aur koi sawal hai?
(Yes, ofcourse. Do you have any other queries?)
Me: Nahi,t hank you so much.
(Nope. Thank you so much. =) )
Him: Thankyou for calling Vodafone service.. etc.

Well, I wont say this was a FUNNY convo, but it killed me. I laughed for a full five minutes after having kept the phone down, LOL! =D
It’s just that, right THEN, my friend called. And I told her about this whole thing and she was like, bechaara, the guy must be thinking yer a complete idot , now. And I’m like, laughing and saying yeah, who cares?
I don’t think I Was too nice, having asked a question he isn’t paid to answer, but anyways. I laughed a lot cos of it. I wonder if he was pissed or not.

~ And oh, coincidentally, the guys name was Deepak Sharma. Dee-duck, u listening?

How Mr. Sadigh’s speech ‘inspired’ me :)

So, I guess this is like, contd. =D

So, well, later, the same day (friday, d’uh!), we had our literacy club discussion. So, over there, we decided that we’d try and teach a poor kid in our locality, like, once or twice every week. I REALLY liked the idea, plus, I waqs enthusiastic as hell cos I knew Ic ouldnt volunteer for TEACHFORAMERICA.. cos they take only college (top) graduates. :[

So, I started wondering as to where I’d find a poor kid. No, wait, correction: A lesser privileged kid.
So, I didn’t find one, I found TWO of them! :]

Umm, you see, whenever I wait for my bus in the mornings, I see these two kids on the cycle with their dad, in their school uniforms and all. So I found out where they live and approached their parents. They agreed. I mean, I asked them if I could teach their kids angrezi and all and I talked a bit about how I just wanted to help, etc etc.

Well, so the kids came to my house on Sunday. At 9 in the morning. And, well, I taught them English.
And that’s when I realized something too..
Teaching is friggin’ hard!
Jeez. They came on Monday too, but I think the class on Monday was WAY better than that of Sunday.. I mean, I had to explain every line in hindi.. which is a pretty tough task..
Nevertheless, I enjoyed it. And they’re coming again on the 3rd.. which is Friday, or Saturday, I think.

Yay.

Well, this is ONE post I really want comments on.. I mean, just normal feedback. =)

Thank you.

P.S.: I spoke in the morning assembly today about Ramadan. Isnt that just great? I wish my mum and dad were present in the assembly. I think they’d have gotten their basic lessons on respecting and tolerating other religions, etc. :]

That one guy called Keyvan Sadigh.. heh.

So, like, on Friday, September 26, this one guy called Keyvan Sadigh came to my school to speak on “Volunteerism”.
But hey, I really liked the guy and the PURPOSE of his visit, so I’m going to be really respectful and call him Mr. Sadigh. =)

Well, before we proceed.. I’d like to say a word or two (or maybe a lot more) about Mr. Sadigh’s physical features (and some other attributes too)…
He was tall. AND he had a goatee (or was it a French beard?), and he was wearing this white t-shirt. His bag was probably the only thing I’ve wanted my entire life, but anyways, I’ll go backpack-shopping soon enough, no worries. Yeah, his bag was REALLY nice. Or is it called a backpack? And heh, I think he was wearing black jeans with it.. or maybe black pants or something. Navy blue.. some dark kind, THAT I know. Well, he was REALLY friendly, and he has a Really nice smile. Heh. INFACT, he looks like a relative of this one classmate (she’s got a REALLY fair face and red, no, pink cheeks too).

Hmm, so basically, the purpose of his visit was to, well, enlighten us? About volunteerism, and about this new programme called TEACHFORINDIA. About how our country needs great teachers who can make a difference in these children’s lives and all. I mean, to tell the truth, I don’t think I actually GOT what he was trying to convey. But well, atleast I was motivated. I’ll get back to, erm, you (the reader, yes?) later about that.
And he had a strong American accent AND hes a GREAT orator. He works at Google (I MUST say.. WOW!). And hey, Mister Google (is there even one?), I mean mister CEO guy or whoever (no, I don’t read newspapers).. yer employee compared Google to an Amusement Park. Isn’t that just AMAZINGLY sweet? I mean, I haven’t seen anyone SO much happy and satisfied with their work. Hats off to you, Mr. Sadigh, and Google probably ROCKS so, well, I’m sad that I didn’t take up science (TILL now xD)
So okay, his speech was about this one programme he’d worked for before joining google…
Umm, u see.. the TOP students from some of the BEST universities.. like Harvard, Princeton, Yale, Radcliffe, etc.. were called upon to be a part of a programme called TEACHFORAMERICA (Teach For America), for 2 years. Now, these students, (graduates, actually) were supposed to spend two years teaching full time at some of the schools (public) in the poorest districts of the state. I mean, whichever state. I think he said Philadelphia, but I have no idea, to tell the truth. OR California, maybe? Jeez. Whats the difference? Which ones a city and which ones a state? :\
So anyways, the kids there were basically African-American, Caucasian, Mexican (erm, whats the term?), etc. And these college-students, they were supposed to stick around and NOT walk out just cos the kids swore at the teacher or maybe threw, like, rotten tomatoes at him/her.
Well, he gave a speech on whatever I mentioned above.. and he compared his privileged lifestyle to that of the poor kids, who have More on their minds than getting good grades, etc.
But okay, lets face his.. his speech was REALLY good. But the response was not as good. I myself was unable to ask any questions, but then I don’t really interact in a large gathering, I guess.
Uhmm.. well, his speech definitely motivated me, as I’d mentioned sometime ago. Can I tell u guys ago it later? Like, I gotta go now. Its bed-time. =D :]

~Nighty night. I’m sleepy as hell. *yawn yawn*

Stuff, and movies AND friends and projects.. get the point - I just give lame titles

I stepped on a gooey-amoeba-like thing today. Which is like the eew-est thing ever. Ew.

I was like, walking (sigh) towards the fridge, and it was like, totally dark and I stepped on something and I jumped up (so high that I'd have prolly touched the ceiling had I been a LOT more tall), and then I scrambled over to one side and quickly switched on the lights. WHOA! And there it was.. an alien-ish creature. It was like stepping on a banana peel, no, really. And yes, I HAVE stepped on a banana peel, just so you know that I don’t compare two things just like that.
And well, I took out a bottle of water as I had originally intended to, and ran back as soon as I could, which was totally not expected.

Which reminds me, we have something called the ACE Day tomorrow. ACE stands for Accountancy-Commerce-Economics. I’ll tell you what we’re doing tomorrow. Heres, like, a synopsis (is that even a WORD?):
Right after break-time (around 11 45 am): We have a poster making competition on CONSUMER AWARENESS (ugh)
After an hour (around 12 45 pm): We go for this Symposium. Our topic is something related to credit cards, about how people misuse them SO easily.
[Whenever the symposium gets over]: We go back to class exhausted thinking about how SO worse it COULDN’T have been.

Btw, I made the ppt (Power Point Presentation, dimwit! :|)
And oh, the ppt makes me think about HOW much fun I had today!! I’d gone over to a friends house today to, like, show her the presentation and change anything. Turns out ki the WHOLE thing was wrong, cos I didn’t even know what the hell the topic ACTUALLY was.

Nevertheless, everyone was pretty okay with it. And then we played Blind-Man (aankh mei choli, yes), or whatever its called in English and we had SUCH a great time. There were 5 of us, and the guy who was playing the blind guy, I mean, my friend, he almost tripped. It KILLED all of us. We were laughing like hyenas, literally. Yeah, figuratively, whatever. And then, later, this other person n me were stuck in a position where one of us WOULD be caught no matter what. So HE was pushing me and I was pushing him but he got caught in the end cos I kept punching him in the stomach .. heh. everyone was throwing pillows on one another and all and it was so damned funny! AND before I knew it, it was time for me to go. And this other friend too. So we said our bbyes and stuff and left. HE then caught me an auto and we sed our bbyes too and went home. I didn’t go home, though.. I went to ANOTHER friends house (my best friend).. and it was like, 8 30 pm. And my friend had been like, if you’ve come to HER house, u can come to mine TOO, its just 10 mins away, and I couldn’t even say no :[)
So I stayed there for hardly 15 minutes, cos I realized how totally weird it was to go to a friends house jlt without any reason at 8 30 in the night! So I said my bbye there TOO and I left for home. Except that I couldn’t find a stupid Auto. I searched and searched and searched and I finally found one (at 9 05-ish) and FINALLY reached home at around 9 30 or maybe 9 35 :\
And hey, mum wasn’t pissed! Woohoo! =D

So I had my dinner and then went to work on the ppt. Except that I didn’t add the custom animation thingy; I was too busy watching Bachna Hasino (HEY! That’s what was written; I double-checked, which is a PRETTY cute movie. Yeah. I loved it. Infact, I liked it so much that I gave up watching BigBoss for it. Altho, yes, I didn’t know what the movie would be like (I started wtahcing it at 10)

~ Well, I could write a LOT more, but uh oh, Ive got school tomorrow, I need to pack my bag and polish my shoes. I know that its gonna be a hectic day tomorrow. Ciao

Dee-duck. Happy Bday. :)

I’m writing this JUST cos Deepak asked me to give him a blog post as a present. Ofcourse, an actual present would have been stupid.

So I’m going to make this post short because I suddenly have a feeling that writing posts about epals isn’t exactly what I’d like to read, myself. It’s pretty boring. Still, a promise is a promise so yeah.

Deepak is a guy. Pretty obvious. AND he isn’t gay. Yeah. And he has quite a few THICK friends (LOL). And apparently, mallu people have this thing for saying chumma (me, to me: Shame on you, [insert my name here]! You DO know what ‘chumma’ means in tamil. Same in malayalam).. and they keep saying that frequently to him. Which makews us think that hes gay, but no, hes just likes to horse around and stuff.

And he lives in tvm and is one of the corniest (and horniest, err) bastards I’ve met – ever. Hes got a face like a cucumber with a face arse, although I shouldn’t be making fun of it (fun? Huh? Who?) cos I think I have one meself. That sucks. Yeah. Still, I think hes pretty cute (and tall). Heh.

Oh and hes just 19. JUST. OMIGAWD the age thingy is JUST like hero’s. Aww. :]

Well he CAN be quite irritating at times. He likes corny weird adult jokes AND he can cook. Yeah. He even knows French. Aw. And hes ICSE educated, so I’m, like, REALLY jealous of him.

And he likes hindi songs. He googles the names and gets the lyrics. (get the point? Since he doesn’t know hindi, like ACTUALLY, so he has to read the lyrics first. HAH.) So after he gets the lyrics, he likes typing them out and scrapping it to people or posting it in communities. Its pretty nice. :]

And hes got an awesome sis who’ll pay his phone bill. Isnt that just AWESOME?!

Well, that’s all I can recall about him, right now. So anyway, Happy B’day, Deepak!
Oh this Unholy day, I’d like to vow that I’ll never again even think of writing blog posts about e-pals. Promise. And a promise is a promise. Okay? Okay.

Great. Have a nice nice day. =)


psst. GAH! I had to edit this! I cant believe I mentioned my name in the first one! ARGH. :\
I dont like clicking on 'edit'. Sucks. :|

Nail Paint.

So, I dunno why the hell, but I have this sudden thing for nail paint. And its not like I spend a lot on nail paint. I just have like, 3 colours, that’s it. I have Red, Rose Wine, this other shade of red, the transparent one, then this one glittery one, then this one other glittery one. Okay, I don’t know math. No arguing on that
So anyway, I just finished applying this coat of the rose wine thigy. It’s basically a shiny type of pink colour. I really like it but it doesn’t go with my skin colour. That’s sad, but its okay nevertheless.

Now basically, my room isn’t soundproof and it isn’t like I live alone AND my mum sleeps right in the room outside. I mean, the rooms are interconnected, yes? Yes. So anyway, whenever mum hears me typing and all, she goes all crazy and she gets really tensed and suddenly, she’ll be like, “[insert my name], are u working on the internet? Are you chatting?” and I’ll be like, “NO mom, I’m NOT on the internet, I’m NOT orkutting, facebooking or chatting. I’m just tying some stuff. “
You know, my mum gets this fixation thingy cos of reading newspapers in which journalists who have no lives of their own bitch about how bad the internet is and about how HONESTLY bad social networking sites are and about how that poor Arushi kid was influenced by Orkut and by SMSing and all. Bullshit.

Well, I’m not the kind of person that;d go on swearing bouts, but I HAVE to confess, I DO swear at people in my mind. Nowadays. I think its cos of all the influence. You cant listen to someone saying fuck or chootiya or chod again and again and not get used to the word so much that you want to use it in certain situations. I mean, yeah.

So, this really great friend is going out with another really great friend. Lifes gone a bit haywire cos of that. This is cos, well.. since both of them are MY great friends, they’re confused, whether or not they should temme stuff they don’t like about the other person cos they believe that I’ma tell the other person, which is basically not true, but who gets the point?
So anyways, I’m not really bothered. I mean, I cant make a person want to tell me something he/she doesn’t want to. Haina?

Theres this one guy at school. I think hes the biggest male whore and was the worst thing that happened to earth since chin-clefts. Honest. Chin-clefts SUCK! Incase you don’t know what I’m taking about, try picturing this: a face-ass/face-butt. Makes sense, yes? Well. That weird butt like thing you have on yer chin. No, not YOU. Certain people. Like Diana Hayden or Preity Zinta or Aishwarya Rai or people like that. Yeah, basically, those things suck. But going back to the topic, hes the biggest male whore, I firmly believe so. End of the topic. Good night. Shabba Khair. Whatever that means. :/

Hero.

To
Hero


Note: Hero asked me to write a blog post on him, so I’m being nice. Plus, an exam the next day REALLY improves the situation. Honest.


So, Hero is this guy that was born Indian, in some southern state, I think Andhra Pradesh. I mean, hes a Hyderabadi. And he moved to Houston for higher studies, I think. I remember cos I remember having told him how much flights exhaust me. Just two and a half hours, from Chennai to Delhi and there you go. I wanna go to sleep for the next two days. Plus, its REALLY boring. And he was like, from Hyderabad to Houston.. The flight is for 23 hours and I was OMIGAWD a whole DAY!? And he was like yeah, it was a very memorable experience for me and stuff, which doesn’t really interest me. I mean, I like train rides a LOT more.. you get to have SO much more fun! OfCOURSE planes save a lot of time and I do travel by planes, like, whenever I do, but then in trains, you get to eat so many different things and theres this chai wala that’ll knock on the door of the, erm, berth? Yeah, and, well, stuff. I like those Chair Class Compartment thingies, too. The windows, the long ones like those in Rajdhani Express, have this yellow tinge to them. IT’s really cute. But then the AC Vent is right overhead. And OH! They serve Tea in Dora the Explorer cups, which is REALLY adorable. I’ll put up a picture of a Dora the Explorer cup that I got when I went to Madurai by the Chairclass thingy.

So, going back to the topic. Hero. Hey, just in case you get confused, he’s Hero, not A Hero. =D
Hmm, so this Hero guy knows a LOT about sports. And hes pretty brainy too, but he Can act like a total pervert if he wants to. AND he likes taking pictures of chicks in bikinis. (SO uncool, d’uh!).. and if I tell him THAT, he’ll be like, u r jealous.
Which kills me, btw. ROFL! =D

He also called me a Busy Bug and NOT a Busy Bee.
Are there female bugs too? I never knew. Hey, a bee’s hubby is a drone or a drake or a what? I remember having written THAT wrong in some exam in 6th grade and I STILL don’t remember what the hell a bee’s hubby is called. :|
And you guys must be familiar with Y! Pool? It’s one of those online games. I’ve never played Pool in real life so I have NO idea as to how it is played. Umm, I used to lose pretty bad to Hero. He used to beat me EVERYTIME, PLUS he used to work on a LAPTOP (HEY! I cant use a laptop without hurting MY thumb/finger!) A\and and AND, he used to talk on the phone. Aparently, the phones free after 9 pm or something. Haha. I wish it were like that here too. Hmm.
So during my PreBoards, I joined this one community (by mistake) called This Is a Community. But then, I became an active member and all, even though I Wasn’t able to come online a LOT cos my mum wouldn’t let me (My boards were nearing. ERGH.) And hey, that’s where I met Hero. :]
And a lot more people, but I’m not writing about them cos they didn’t ask me to. =D

Hey, I jus reread my post and the Chair Class thingy reminds me of this FRENCH couple that was travelling with us. They were like, talking RAPIDEMENT in French and my mum was like, go, go talk to them and all and I was like no way, why should I be a chape (it’s a hindi word and I CANT think of The perfect meaning for it)

Hmm, so well. HERO (aw hell I keep deviating from the topic, don’t I? =D)..
So Hero likes to check out the profiles of people who’re cute and all. I remember, he used to hit on this one bandi and she used to completely pwn him and he would still keep hitting on her. Haha. AND heros a terrific programmer AND everyone used to think that he was 23 or something until I asked him what his age was and he was like [censored]. I was like, OMIGAAAWD yer just [censored] years elder to me?!?!? :O

Stuff. Haha. I still cant believe that Hero is JUST [censored] years old. LOL. If you talk to him, you’d prolly think he;s some jerk whos done it a bit too much or something. Yes, I’m kidding. And no, I’m not telling the truth. Sigh.
And he gets bored pretty easily. I think he was learning Portuguese. AND he hates his boss. Aw. Go to www.bossbitching.com. Yeah. =D
Well, no matter what, hero rocks. LOL, and I made this -- HeRo(cks)! =D
YAYYY! =D Its COMPLETELY perfect, isn’t it??! :]

Heh.
~ And I’m a tamil ponnu. Don’t call me something weird in telgu.
Like you always do. XD

psst..this is the THIRD time I'm editing this post for putting in proper line breaks! ARGH!

September the FOURTH. Does that ring a bell? No? Okay.

So, its teacher’s day tomorrow. I specifically went to Archies to get a few cards and roses for my teachers, but my friends were like.. its so clichéd!

Me: Yaar I gotta buy some roses and all for my subject teachers. I mean, kay, I’m broke. So yeah.
A: Hatt yaar! Don’t buy roses, they’re just SO kiddish AND old-fashioned!
M: haan yaar. That’s right.
Me: but.. yaar, its so weird. Every other kid gets roses to school and presents them to ma’am.
A: Toh? Pagal. Don’t get ROSES, yaar.
Me: sigh. Fine. I’ll just find a present for [insert my friends name]
A: Okay. Give her a mug.
Me: Nu-uh. That’s what I gifted friends ALL Through 8th grade.
M: chhod oye, tune jo bhi lena hai lele.
… and so on.

U know, this convo suddenly reminds me of this one phone call with this one random person. Okay, so I was like..
Me: Oh HELL! I gotta get presents for my friend, its her bday tomorrow. And I JUST came back from tuition! I don’t feel like going out again. :[
Him: Oh. You can get it… er.
Me: Yeah. Oh, remind me, I need to give this rubberband to [insert a senior’s name]. I just remember, I was telling her ki I’d bring one cos she usually forgets to get one and -
Him: *talking in between* *surprised* you give yer friends RUBBER BANDS as gifts? :O
ME: *even more surprised* WHAT? NO! *indignance*
Him: Oh.
Me: *laughing* ofCOURSE I don’t.
Him: dude, I got it.
Me: Uh.
.. LOL I don’t even talk to this person now. XD

LOL so yeah. School. SIGH!
We played truth and dare the whole day and I was asked stupid questions like, who was yer first crush, and would you say yes if I proposed right now types. I’m too chicken to pick up a dare. XD
So yeah. Man, all my answers were, like, 100% true but then, SIGH! :[.. the dare-giver never believed me. HE said my answers were too.. well, simple. :/
Uh.

Well, I wanna make this blog post short (uh huh?) so I can go sleep. The fevers taking ON.

Also, do read those two blogs on the sidebar. You know, the Blogs that RAWK. They actually do. :]

~ Happy Teachers Day in advance, even though you aren’t a teacher. =D

P.S.: I deleted the same post, just one or two small edits. Well, apparently, whatevers enclosed in these brackets ‘<>’ never gets posted, I guess! Heh. =D

Amreeka. And American accents.

Gulp. Why am I so sleepy right now?
…
Oh forget it. Being unwell just addles my brain. Wait, is that word right?
Hmm. That reminds me. Some people are SUCH despos. Honestly.. sigh. There’s this bandi at tuition who’ll go like.. “heyyyy babyyyyy” everytime u say hey hey to her, I mean like, DUH! She talks with SUCH a fake American accent. It makes me wanna laugh. I mean, HEY! It takes hell loads of control to NOT laugh. Believe you me, you’ll probably want to record her .. err, sentences and upload it on the internet - I wanted to. But, er, well. Don’t ask.
LOL.. she thinks she’s the owner of the universe. Now, I’m not really concerned, cos I know she isn’t, anyways.

Psst.. u know what? A few years back, I’d have been like.. “owner’ESS’ of the universe”
Yes people I was never good at languages. :]

You know, if you ever saw that one episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S, where Monica and Phoebe have some weirdo friend who went away to England and now she has this HUGE British accent and that’s why they don’t like talking to her.
Well, the only difference here is, that the bandi may not have WATCHED English movies, let alone have lived in Amreeka. XD

You know, Amreeka reminds me of Australia and.. that reminds me of 8th grade. We had this guy called Sameer. He was a NRI.. and he’d been born and brought up in Aus. Aussie, he was! Didn’t know a WORD in Hindi, whoa! He spoke with SUCH an accent. But the guy had THE bestest handwriting ever. I mean, he wrote like one of those professional artists, u know, all curly curly, like in those Cursive Handwriting books? =D
Well, the kids made fun of him. A lot. But not TOO much, ya know, where the kid gets scared and doesn’t come to school at all. They minded him pretty well. Ab, Australia (read: amreeka) se hoga to mind karenge hi na?
So this guy had a nose like a HAWK. Yeah, totally. I used to wonder why MY nose was like a potato. I mean, anything except a potato! Well, I’m HUMAN! I’ll OBVIOIUSLY be envious of things, people, and, er, noses. :/

So.. hmm. I was suddenly reminded of him. The guy wrote his own 2-page autobiography. (Heh, 2 page).. I wrote an autobiography of a dog. NO! Not mine. I sed a dog. As in, the animal. Well, either ways, we never talked to each other. I was just a shy little fat kid. And he was.. err, goonga, I think. I don’t think I heard his voice, except when he had to speak in the morning assembly. Yeah.
Well, that’s it. I told you right in the beginning, didn’t I? These fevers addle my brain.

~ Need to go polish my shoes now. Help, anyone? :]