it's a new world

I'm excited :D Not about the place, because afterall it's a temple and all temples have the same God, whatever the others might say. But the journey excites me! I've never been up so north. I haven't travelled much east either, but other than J&K and the seven sister states, I've been everywhere. Countless number of cities and towns all over my country's landscape. Mountains and plateau and plains with  black and red and yellow soils and hot and cold and rainy and humid with dark people and light people and wheatish people and reddish people where people wear turbans and dhotis and lungis and trousers and saris and skirts and suits with yellow flowers or red flowers or white flowers or orange flowers or no flowers decorating their coconut oiled or braided or cut hair, everywhere, where people eat rice and fish or rice and dal or chapati and dal or parathas or clayey soil with grass (orissa). And when you're travelling by train, you can see farmers working in rice or wheat or barley or sugar cane or mustard fields and cow dung cake structures and children cheerfully saying hello to you as your coach passes by. The train stops, you get off on the platform and it's the same everywhere, coolies grabbing your stuff before you get off, innumerable chaiwalas and pakorewala and samosa people side by side, anxious relatives trying to catch a glimpse of a family member, pigeons on the railing cooing unaffectedly and the announce proclaiming in her monotone voice that train number 1234 has arrived on platform 5 at 6pm for a 7 minute stopover (followed by a beep). You look up at those huge clocks hanging from the roof to verify the time (hoping that the announcer is actually wrong but she never is). The crowd rushes by, and carries you along in its madness. And then the exit doors come into sight.

And on the other side, awaits a brand new world to be discovered.

Day 4 [25th june 2010]

Day 4

My grandfather has a collector's edition of Reader's Digest. This one's hardbound and contains all of them from 1965 to 1969. It's fragile, and I bet it must be really expensive, but I'm reading it anyway.
And it's an amazing experience.
The first thing that struck me was that in 1965, a Reader's Digest used to cost Rs. 1.75, and in 1966 it cost 2 rupees. Today, it costs Rs. 50.
Wow.
The advertisements are so much more different too! And the ads are about everything! There are well known brands like Listerine, Air India, Ponds, Johnson and Johnsons, Quink, Good Year, Phillips.. and their ads are so much more.. elegant. And refined. Like owning these things sets you apart from the other common people.
Oh, how we all love that feeling, don't we?
And they feature pictures of the Indian women, doe eyed and with a demure smile, or a healthy kid with a mischief twinkling in his eyes. Most of them are in black and white, with a hint of blue or red or yellow somewhere. Once in a couple of pages, there lies a burst of colour, usually a cadbury's or an affluent brand.
The paper's different too, not the matt gloss we have but good quality paper nevertheless (now yellowed, of course)

I love it! Despite being almost 45 years old, the articles are still worth reading, and the ads really make you take notice

And the usuals like Laughter in Uniform and Word Power were there since back then.

I really wish I could own something like this, it's absolutely amazing.

Lai la la la lai la la la lai la lai

We go to Jammu tom. I mean, our train's at 9 at night, we'll reach there by sunday at 6 morning, then we'll start climbing up the hill at around 10 or 11, and reach on top by evening. (I know, I was like, shiiiiite.)

Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down.

So yeah, I'm hoping my stomach will be fine by then. I (finally) took medicine today, and it reads that  it's for paediatric use, but I guess I don't need anything stronger than a very mild dosage.
Or I don't know. Because I've never had an upset stomach.
(I've been known for having the worst of food combinations and surviving)

Wakka wakka eh eh!

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I took a bath and opened a new talc box (bottle? what is the container called?) and got so excited that i put too much of it and now I smell like a walking Ponds Talc Box/Bottle/Container. Heeh :D

So anyway, cousins came over. Ankur is such a pain in the ass -_- and now everybody knows about the fact that I simple cannot diss people.
Whaaaaat? I can't! Because I honestly don't care. You call me a moron and I'll most probably say whatever and move on.
(I read somewhere that whatever is a premature version of eff off. Haha.)

But it was fun having them over. These people most probably have the most whacked sense of humour ever, and yet they'll have you in splits :P

Anywaay. God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson.

Brazil against Portugal was a goalless affair. It was just sad. I MEAN DUDE? It made me go facepalm x 123482448912712497124

Check out this one thing called Bookstore on fictionpress. It's a one shot, but really sweet :)
http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2325586/1/Bookstore

I WANNA DRINK LEMONADE.

Nice legs!
Daisy dukes!
Makes a man go!
*whistle* 

Chi 1 - 2 Esp 85 min

Okay bye.
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MADtv | Can I have yo numba?

Darrel: Damn. DAMN! OH DAMN! Ok, ok, ok. Ahem. ‘Scume ca’I talk to yo fo a minute? ESCUME ca’I TALK TO YOU FO A MINUTE?

Yvonne: Uhh, yeah, whats up?

Darrel: Uhh, yeah, uhh, my name Darrell, its spelled like Darrell but it’s said pronounced Darrell. Uhh, yeah, I just wanna let you know the back of your head IS RIDICULOUS!

Yvonne: Uhh, thanks.

Darrel: Yeah, you are WELCOME… Where’s your boyfriend?

Yvonne: Oh my, wha-uh, who?

Darrel: Your boyfriend! Where your boyfriend at? Is she getting’ you refreshments? Is he tall? Is he gettin’ you Mike n Ikes? Oh, you like Mike n Ikes? Is he hefty? Is he comin’ back? Where your boyfriend? Where you boyfriend at? Where your boyfriend?

Yvonne: Oh-uh I don’t, I don’t have a boyfriend.

Darrel: Oh you DON’T? Oh you DON’T have a boyfriend? Oh ok, ok, ok, dats coo, yeah. So LISTEN, umm, I was wonderin’, can I have yo numba? Can I have yo numba?

Yvonne: No, I-I-I don’t give out my number…in theaters, where I’m about to watch a movie.

Darrel: Ohhh, oh ok, ok, dats coo, dats coo, I get it, you know. You-You all into ponderin’ like cinemas n make believes n celluloids. Yeah, yeah ok, ok, me too, me too, ok, yeah, yeah, I respect that. Yeah, keep doin’ your thing Miss Shallot. Miss Gene Shallot. Yeah, yeah that’s cute…. WHAT’S YOUR NAME DELICATE?

Yvonne: OHH! OHH! Umm..Yvonne.

Darrel: OH YVONNE? AW DAMN! HOLD UP! THAT’S A FRENCH ASS NAME YVONNE! Yeah my lil croissant. Lil cheese, on my croissant. YEAH, mmmm! So LISTEN, Ca’I have yo numba? Could I have yo numba?

Yvonne: Look, this is my day off and I just want to watch this movie…alone. I’m sorry.

Darrel: Oh ok, ok, no I get it, I get it. I respect that…. So I can’t have it?!

Yvonne: Uhh, no I just don’t give it out.

Darrel: OOOOOOHHHH, ok, ok, I get it, I get it. Ok, you uhh, you bein’ all selective ‘cause you got a PONYTAIL. RIGHT? RIGHT? You think a lotta men cant handle the REGALNESS of a UP DO, right? Right? You all like Grace Kelly. Grace Kelly. Grace Kelly.

Yvonne: No, no I’m not being anything because I have a ponytail.

Darrel: Oh, Vonney, Vonney, Vonney, Vonney, Girl. Vonney, Vonney. Don’t be insecure girl. OWN that ponytail! WORK that up do!

Yvonne: OK, I will.

Darrel: Aw damn, you kinda sexy when you take my advice, girl, I like that.
Yeah, I like that, yeah. So, uh, so listen, CA’I HAVE YO NUMBA? Could I have it? Could I have it? Could I please receive the secret code that if entered telephonically it will pass me through to you which means it will be your beautiful ass numba?

Yvonne: No, no.

Darrel: Could I have it? No come on could I have it? Can I have it? Could I have it? Can I? Can I? Can I have it? Ca’I have it? [Sniff, sniff] Can I have it?

Yvonne: No, no, the previews are about to start and I-I just want to ponder them…alone, so, but thanks anyway.

Darrel: Oh, ok, ok alright, dats coo, dats coo, no, no, I get it, you know. You wanna like, you know, go through the all the intricacies of cinema. Ok. Ok. Yeah, so you, you know, keep-you keep doin’ your thing. You know, keep doin your thing. Yvonne Shallot, Yvonne Shallot. My little brie, yeah, ok bye. Alright, alright. I will miss you, though, will miss you. Alright you enjoy your day girl, alright? Take care. Alright. I luh you…

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

day 3 [24th june 2010]

fuck this my stomach hurts i thought i was strong enough but now it obviously feels like a wrong decision to have dinner. you know what the worst part is? normally people lose weight when they have an upset stomach as they  can't have much.
but i don't think im losing weight either. not tht i'd want to lose weight this way, but hello, lemme appreciate the silver lining (which i doubt is there, but the weighing machine isn't here so i can't really say)

that 'i remember' song is stuck in my head and the only bit i know to the song is the 'iiiiiiiiiiii rememberrrrrrr' bit which is downright annoying.

my neck was better in the morning, got worse by afternoon, then at night i applied some volini and now it feels hot and cold and much much better.

went for a dayspend at my mum's aunt (she's actually not that old, her elder son got married last year and the younger one is 24 or so, i guess. okay she's old.) i really want to talk about the amazing food she made but that makes me want to throw up so i'd rather not. it was fun though.

india won the asia cup! we OWNED sri lanka, muahaha :D
i've been up the past two nights watching the WC matches but honestly speaking, i have no recollection whatsoever. maybe my neck's pain is cuz i managed to severe the spinal cord from my brain and now i have no power of retention.
now that'll just be sad.
but italy lost to slovakia today, germany has 6 pts, spain has 3 and it just feels like ftw.
when i get older
i will get stronger
they'll call me freedom
just like a wavin' flag

i feel better now.
IIII REMEMBERRRRR! II REMEMBERRR! I REMEBER! IIIIII REMEMBER!

get out of my head stupid song.
yesterday i heard romeo and juliet a million times. no kidding.
i love that song but it just makes me so damn sad sometimes.
but mark knopfler's really amazing. i heard his greatest hits (while he was with dire straits and as an individual artist, but i may not be sure about the latter) on the flight back from germany, and fell in love with his voice.
i mean, his voice is really captivating.

it's 11.10, my brother's watching hannah montana and it's funny.
it also reminds me of someone who'd love to have his mullet back :D hi love, i miss you.

kahin jayega nahin hannah montana laut ayega sirf disney channel par.

i wonder how everyone in back home. ruin & diya & chit & nandi & bhatia & tarana & khyati & ishana & kaushal & charvi & a very random pragya ganjoo (hahaha, don't ask). and how's shreya in malaysia?
i don't like malaysia. everyone's going away to malaysia.
i miss that girl.

there's a place for us
in that movie song

the world is an odd place. iran wants to enrich uranium because it says it needs it for civil purposes but we all know how civil it all is. usa is just a big don bullying other countries about and telling them how to manage their governments. pak and china seem intent on doing that deal. manmohan singh is a nice guy but sometimes i wonder if he really wanted this, i mean, he was a prof of economics.

in chandigarh, there are so many big white cars. i've realised that for the wealthy, white also symbolises that they have enough money to maintain the white, which itself shows their money power. or maybe im just reading too much into it.
chandigarh girls are so freaking pretty (guys would call them hot) i mean, tall, slim, long black hair, what more do you want man? but they're always surrounded by their equally tall and dominant moms and hutta katta dads and bros. scary :P
(not that it affects me. just observing. i do that a lot when im bored.)

on saturday we leave for vaishnodevi. i recently got to know that it's in jammu, and was SO FREAKING scared about terrorist attacks and all, but then i was told that it's only kashmir. so yeah. im actually looking forward to this, it's fun going to a place you went to when you were really young and don't remember much but just a liiiittle, and sometimes that's the fun.
will the kashmir conflict ever get resolved?
the un shows kashmir to be a part of pak. huh.

i need inspiration. lalala. all i wanna do is find my way back into looovveeee. (music and lyrics, hahahahaha :P i just wanted to talk about inspiration and this song popped up in my head)

your cover of HTD is auto-rated 5 stars on my comp. <3

my hair has grown so long! but i really need to get them a little neat before heading back to school.
but seriously! so long! there was a time when my hair was till me ears :P (okay that sounded irish and very gerard butler-ish. it was a typo, believe me! me my same thiing)
and now it's mid back. a couple of inches to the waist, then i'll keep it for awhile.
but im gonna get them cut someday.
short hair for me symbolises.. youth. freshness. energy!
but long hair's so pretty lahh. yesterday i met this girl whose hair was thick and black and reached her knees. (she was my height.)
i know right? wow.

there's this old superstition that people with long black hair shouldn't keep them open outside. djinns have always been fascinated by long, black tresses, and often strectch their arms as long as required to reach such hair and stroke it. i forget what happens after that, (i read it in a book, ruskin bond's, im pretty sure.) there's another one that one shouldn't yawn without covering their mouth under a peeple tree at night, as the djinns or spirits living there take residence in your throat.
when i was younger, i was discouraged to cut my nails at night. but this one has a logical explaination, as the nails scatter around and someone walking barefoot might not see them and get hurt.
then when adi was born, i read somewhere that sisters shouldn't wash there hair on thursdays. (surprisingly, i always wash my hair on thursdays or late wednesdays and sundays)
there's another one that says you shouldn't walk or jump over someone who's still growing, as it leaves them short.
or that you shouldn't drink water right before you head outside for some work (i believe in that one.)i also believe in touching wood, but that's about it,

there's so much power in superstitions if you believe in them.
it makes me realise that the ones with faith have it so easy in their life, everything's either black or white. all the answers are just there.
but for the ones without a faith or belief, life must be so different. where do you look for the answers of all questions mankind can't figure out?
the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy?
well then, the answer's 42.

(douglas adams was a genius, by the way. may his sould rest in peace.)

which makes me think about what happens after we die?
i mean, whaaaaat happens?
life is such a miracle, a soul has the power to create another one with a mind of its own. i mean, a seperate being in itself! with the ability to think and create thoughts! do you realize how big that is?
EFFING HUGE!
so when we die, we just extinguish? poof? something that could create thoughts actually just shuts up and disappears into nothingness?
i think this is why some fools chase immortality and try to escape death.
human beings are a superior race and have conquered everything, so it is obvious that it's hard to wrap your mind around the concept that death cannot be conquered.
if we can control life, why not death, right?
wrong.
we cannot control life. we cannot control death. believers think it's God, mystics think it's destiny and fate, hard workers believe in karma (no, don't call me karma cuz it's a bitch. XD 90210 is crazy), cynics don't believe so i cannot say much.
but at the end of it, it's not in our hands.
it never was.
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i just realized i talk too much.

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how long have i
been in this storm?
so overwhelmed by the ocean's
shapeless form
water's getting harder to tread
with these waves crashing over my head
if i could just see you
everything would be alright
if i could see you
this darkness would turn to light
and i
walk on water
and you will catch me
if i fall
and i
will get lost into your eyes
and everything will be alright
and everything will be alright
i know you didn't
bring me out here to drown
so why am i ten feet under
and upside down?
barely surviving has become my purpose
cuz im so used to laying underneath the surface
if i could just see you
everything would be alright
if i could see you
this darkness would turn to light
and i walk on water
and you will catch me
if i fall
and i will get lost into your eyes
and everything
will be alright
and everything
will be alright

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and if all the world was perfect
i would only want to see your scars

and if all the world was smiling
i would only ever want to see your frown

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sometimes i catch myself
staring into space
counting down the hours till i get to see you face

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all alone
smoking his last cigarette
i ask you
where've you been?

the only one who's ever known
who i am
who im now
and who i want to be

just a little late
you found me
why'd you have to wait
to find me?
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Day 2 [23rd june 2010]

Day 2

It just struck me that summer break's almost over. Just 2 more weeks.
WHAT THE EFF?
ALREADY?

School's going to be soooo different this time. Good or bad different, I honestly can't tell. And I don't want to forsee that right now.
I want too talk about it but I really don't, because I'm a silly girl with a bouncy ego and negative self esteem who believes that everything will hopefully just fall into place.
You know what I mean?
I have fears in life, and that's just the way it is.
I hate feeling vulnerable like that.

BUUUTTTT
New school sessions equals to school shopping, which is equal to an unexplainable joy.

AWW MAN, I LOVE STATIONARY SHOPS!

Yeah, new pencils and erasors, a new geometry box (I lost the previous one 2 years ago), but not a pencil case (pouch,  actually) cuz I have a superb denim one which is downright fantastic.

Then a spiral notebook because I always forget to carry my school registers and binders and usually end up making notes in such a notebook (or a loose sheet, which inevitably gets lost and then I end up borrowing a freind's notes)
And then they're awfully useful for doodling as well. :D

I don't bother buying pens, dad gets them for me when I need one, because I always use blue pilot pens and I'd hate to buy a bunch of them and have them all dry out later in the year. I always lose my black pens so I've stopped buying them now and usually just borrow one when there comes a rare oppurtunity to use one.

And besides, I mainly used a black pen for social studies, and considering how I'm not pursuing them this year, I might not need a black pen at all.
(Except for English. Oh I don't know.)

Despite the fact that I've chosen my subjects for 11th grade, I feel.. sad.. about leaving the other subjects. I was pretty damn good at all of them, and sometimes I wonder if I should switch over to Humanities instead (mainly because of my passion for History. And not to mention that I've always wanted to pursue a career in Archaelogy. The there Psychology as well, but apparently I can do a course in college and it won't make a difference.)

And I had an amazing history teacher (Sangeeta Gupta mam, she's absolutely awesome.) But she only taught me for a few months before leaving school. (And went to Diya's to become her teacher. Life's cruel.)

Then I think of Science. I've always loved chemistry despite not being able to grasp the mole concept (hahaha). And I've always imagined myself looking really smart and all in those super-cool lab coats!
Physics.. was alright. I've never had a decent teacher in Physics, the first one was straight out of hell, the second was south Indian. In my third year (9th grade), I had the same teacher as in the first year. Then after 2 months, she went on maternity leave. The next one expected us to know stuff already so it didn't work out. By the time the next one came, it was already too late and exams were on our head, so we weren't really taught, just given something of a crash course.
In 10th grade, my physics teacher was good but I missed too many of her classes in the beginning (for school stuff. I never bunk Science & Eng Lit. Seriously.), so she always held it against me.

Nevertheless, I studied my butt off all year and understood every damn concept (even the 9th grade ones) by myself. It paid off, but by the end of it, I realised how much better it would've been had I just had a decent Physics teacher.

But coming to think of it, I guess I've made the right choice.
The rest, only the future can tell.

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I wish I could tell you how much I love you, how much I miss you, but the right words never come out right, and then it's too late.
I love you.
I turned out liking you a lot more than I'd originally planned.
But now I've fallen for you, and there's no easy way out.
Not that I want one, 'cuz this feels perfect in itself.
Yes, it really does.


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MY STOMACH HURTS

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You & me babe, how about it? ;)
..
It was just that the time was wrong.
Juli-i-e-e-e-t

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I miss Booth. And Bones. And Jack. And Angela. And King of Lab II (haha). And Cam. And even a little bit of Jared. Aww shucks, I really need to watch season 5, but on Star World and not on the net. It's not my style. :/

AND I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M MISSING THE LAST THREE EPISODES OF CASTLE SEASON ONE WTFWTFWTFWTF.
Not cool.

What is life?
Glee.

I went walkin' with my momma one day
And she warned me what people say
Live your life until love is found
Cuz love's gonna get you down
Take a look at the girl next door
She's a player and a downright whore / bore (?)
Jesus loves her
She won't smore (?)
All bad girls get you down

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Tick tock tick tock
We only got four minutes to save the world!

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Tip tip barsa paniiiiiiiiiiii

Do you wanna partner oh partner do you wanna partner love me love me say do you wanna partner oh partner do you wanna partner love me love me say
lolwtf?

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So
So you think you can tell
Heaven from hell?
..
How I wish
How I wish you were here.

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Woke up late, barely had anything, drank two glasses of lemonade finally. I hate the sight of solid food.
Chit just randomly called up at my grandparents' place and I was all wtf?
Theeen it turned outt she called me to tell me news about ze boi. Muahaha, I'm sosososoo proud, and doubly happy!
(Although I wish I could call and talk to him myself and get more info and /tell/ him the stuff I'm writing here! Oh well.)

I've also done something to my neck, causing it to become stiff from the right side.
So now, I CANNOT MOVE MY HEAD.
Do you realise my dilemma here? I'm perpetually moving, people can always see my head bobbing up and down because I have so much energy. But now, neither can I eat for energy, nor can I move my head to show that I have /some/ energy.

(I bet if I read this again I'll realise how odd this entire thing sounds. So I'm not reading it again. :D)

So it's evening and I have nothing to do. There's nothing worth watching on the tv, I don't feel like reading a book, I can't find a magazine close to me (because if I reach for the ones farther away, my neck hurts.), I can't go outside to water the plants cuz it rained yesterday, and if I go outside to hang out with people my age, they immediately stereotype me as the Delhi girl and either a) start showing off (the girls) or b) start hittting on me (the boys). The kids I hung out with last year were on a vacation and this year they didn't come so now I feel :(
(but just a little. self pity isn't my thing.)

My earnest prayer to God:
PLEASE PLEASE PLEEEAAAAASSEEEEEE let me have my phone back, I've tried every way to reason with my parents but they keep telling me I'm not ready yet because I keep doing stupid stuff all the time (which, is partially correct. partially.)
But EVERYONE my age has one! And they do stupid-er stuff than I do! Atleast I don't use my phone to order drugs or arrange booze or get a death stick or do illegal stuff like robbing people!

So dear bhagwan. I beg of you. Please make my parents see the teenage version of wisdom and let me have my phone back!
What if I get kidnapped?

I almost got kidnapped once. But I didn't tell my parents so hush.

I miss me lubbly lubbly frandz.

But nevertheless, Miley Cyrus looks gorgeous here.

Day 1 [22nd June 2010]

Day 1
Started out rather well. I woke up at around 10, which is early, considering how I a) usually sleep in during summer break and b) sleep in for longer when I'm at my grandparents' place (so it usually extends to about 1, haha)
So today, for the first time in 15 years 5 months and 23 days, I had my nani's parathas straight off the tawa (earlier she made it and kept it on the dining table, covered, and reheated it for me when I woke up). Yes, I feel rather accomplished.
Anyway, considering how my stomach's still a little tender and I was feeling a little on the weak side, I took an hour long nap around 1 and had the ODDEST dream ever.
I had actually fallen asleep in hopes of seeing a dream from the previous night again (it never happens, but I keep trying to make that happen anyway :P)

It involved a doctor who was rather handsome, and extremely charming. Funnily, it wasn't a face I had seen earlier, so I still feel rather astounded by the fact that my imagination actually managed to conjure up a face on it's own, that too one with such clear features. He wasn't too tall, nor too short, just average. He was fair, and had gorgeous black curls. He was understanding, I remember talking about something absolutely vague and he was comforting me by talking in a smooth, patient way (I also remember thinking, my mum must be very irritated by this man. Surprisingly, she kept quite the entire time. She was sitting next to me in the doctor's office.) Then saksham and akshay popped up, there was some talk about polio (touch wood), something about injections, then they went to supermart and I fell asleep in the office and the doc tenderly woke me up.
(I'm a sucker for guys who wake up girls gently and not by screaming in their ears. )


Did I just write an entire paragraph about an imaginary doctor from my dreams?
I think I have a crush on an imaginary friend -_-
(Who's hot. Shut up.)

Soo anyway, in the afternoon I had a seperate dream involving Ruin and an extremely weird text message from him. I woke up rather disturbed (and disappointed, seeing how Doc didn't reappear)

Then later on, for lunch, I made chapatis (two were round and fluffy, the third looked like this cartoon Doraemon on Hungama) My nani's on a mission to make me a person with superb culinary skills so that I don't die of starvation when I head off to college.)

Then after lunch (hardly one for me though, I can barely look at food without feeling queasy in the stomach), I started reading The Last Song by Nicholas Sparks.
Now this man's an absolute genius. I rarely come across contemporary authors who write so movingly, it almost makes your heart ache like the protagonist's.
But the fact that they chose Miley Cyrus for the movie seems so, SO wrong to me. Cyrus' image is hardly one that I could identify with the protagonist's. Throughout the time that I was reading the novel, I kept hearing her southern twang in every dialogue her New York based character spoke.

But maybe, just maybe, she got into the essence of her character for the movie, afterall. I guess I'll have to watch it to figure that out.

The book, was superbly written. Sparks novel's often make for an easy read, yet are extremely captivating and make one crave for some more. The setting was once again, North Carolina. The very fact that his books are based near the ocean makes me happy.

Yes, I love the sea. Two things which never fail to humble me and astound me at the same time are the sky and the ocean.
The sea always gives me a feeling of peace. Even during a storm, I think the ocean is absolutely beautiful in all its majestic power. The very fact that there exists something so.. vast, ceaselessly moving and turning, how can it not make a person awestruck at this sheer wonder of nature?
It's just sad I don't live closer to the waves. I love the sun, the water, the sand (even though it gets into your clothes, you hair, your mouth, your ears, EVERYWHERE).

The sky.. I cannot describe the way I feel when I look up.
Everytime I feel overwhelmed by life, or simply burnt out, I look up for inspiration. It always has a soothing effect on me. It's never ending, always changing.
Be it clear, happy and blue; gray, sinister and stormy or dark as nightfall and full of stars, the sky has always been beautiful.

We take so many things in life for granted, and yet, we keep searching for that elusive answer of life.
Next time you feel that it's just too much to take, just head outside and look up at the sky, and try to absorb the vastness your eyes can't capture all at once.

Then, you'll know what I'm talking about.

so true

lost

I feel a little like that.

Missing someone gets easier every day because even though it’s one day further from the last time you saw each other, it’s one day closer to the next time you will.

— One Tree Hill

"Do you think I’m wonderful? she asked him one day as they leaned against the trunk of a petrified maple. No, he said. Why? Because so many girls are wonderful. I imagine hundreds of men have called their loves wonderful today, and it’s only noon. You couldn’t be something that hundreds of others are."

— Everything Is Illuminated, Jonathan Safran Foer

still unwritten

Quick post:

Over the past one week, I finished reading:

- Indigo by Satyajit Ray
- And Thereby Hangs a Tale by Jeffrey Archer
- Emma by Jane Austen

Still reading Rose Madder by Stephen King and Inheritance of Loss.

And finally, I think the World Cup fever's caught up with me :D

if you see it then you'd understand

Hellooooo :D Guess who's grounded?
Yours truly.

Which is why I couldn't post anything on my blog/ log into facebook/ check my mail/ talk on the phone (cell phone bye bye. And here I was expecting a new one because of the fantastic result.)

I'm still kinda sorta grounded, but got my laptop back on the pretext of doing MUN research. (Which I'll start the moment I'm done with this. Honest!)

Anywaay. I just experienced the most ABSURD week ever. So freaking full of emotions, it could make you gag.

I experienced love and hate and sadness and misery and hope and hopelessness and happiness and joy and boredom and that odd feeling in your stomach when you miss someone and that wonky feeling at the back of your neck when something good's about to happen and downright emptiness.

Yes. I just got to know that my best friend got into another school.
One of my friends has already moved to Malaysia.
Two gone already.
So life. Bring it on?
No.

Other than that, I feel so.. alive when I talk to R. (The few chance occassions. Being grounded is really not fun. Bet the parents know.)
But it hasn't been enough to lift my mood up all week.

EVERYTHING'S JUST GETTING SO WEIRD WTFF.

Sometimes I get really happy, then it'd suddenly disappear and I'll feel downright miserable.


I wanna rant to someone for hours until I run out of words.
Then start over again.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ADI! :D

I love you the mostest. Sachiiiiiii :)

We look funny in this pic.

Like always ^_^

spin around one more time.

Today was such a rollercoaster of emotions, I tell you.
Siiigh.

Went shopping! :D
We were basically supposed to buy gifts for my brother (his birthday's on 4th, he's turning 5. Aww, anyone?)
So we did that. Mom & I bought a million gifts for him!

I've also started my Dwarf collection. Today, I bought Sleepy and Doc (sounds so wrong, haha). Next is Grumpy :D
I also messed around with hoopla rings and skateboards and mini scooters in the kids section.
What?
^_^

Yeahh. So later, I bought a couple of tees and a few books.
Indigo - Satyajit Ray
(who, I believe, is one of the most amazing writers ever)
First Among Equals - Jeffrey Archer
The Inheritance of Loss - Kiran Desai

Yes, amazing day :)

And R?

simplicity.

I had Thai today. Mmm!
Honey chili potatoes make it to my fav food list. Somewhere near the top, but not quite :P

D came over today and asked me details about ze boy, hahahaha.
(It was fun! Especially the bit when it was so sickeningly sweet that she'd go aww!)
(Because D doesn't say 'aww!' a lot. WIN! ^_^)

I'm applying for a school post!

Wait.

Shite.
I forgot to fill the form.
Which I have to submit in 5 hours.
*scrambles off*

breathe me.

you make me so strong
& vulnerable
you do.
but every day when i wake up, you give me that little hope
that yes. today, we're going to make it work again.
and just the thought of you
makes me so happy
like sunshine could come out of me
im so glad to have found you, to have you for me
and that makes me scared.
what if i lose you?
but then you'd talk to me
and i realise that it'll be too cruel of life to do so
and that just makes me love you even more
so every night
when i go to sleep
i add you to my prayers
and i thank god for everything he's done for us so far
and just pray he doesn't stop
and you know what the funny part is?
the moment i close my eyes
you easily slide into my head
like it's the most obvious thing ever
you invade my heart
capture my spirit
touch my soul
and for that,
i'll always love you.