'Cause if the party is dead. All we need is candle light. And a little bit of dynamite.

People should smile more. Smiles suit everybody.

I'm criticized, but all your bullets ricochet. You shoot me down, but I get up.

Im happy now.

Happy.

I have started smiling more. I feel content.

So, for the past week or so my cell phone has been switched off, and I have not gone crazy yet. That, is a good thing.

I have started getting up early and going to bed early. As, promised to Pop.

I have taken up running again. And, clicking photos on my way back! My Instagram account is now, thus more active.

I'm able to concentrate more, and seem to space out less.

I'm never bored. If I fall short of things to do, I sit on the window and observe.

I've started writing, as in real stuff.
I ditched three parties.

I've started bonding with Cindy, again. My German shepherd. She listens to me, without interrupting or judging me. And, she talks to me.

I touched my easel and paints after two whole years. Only touched.

And, deactivated my Facebook account. Confessions Confessions Confessions.

Started listening to The Script. They make me happy.

Carry a book everywhere I go. 

So, Im happy now.

My birthday's in two months, and I've told my mum not to buy me anything. And, give all the money she was gonna spend on a party, gift, clothes etcetera for me, to me. Im just gonna go to Crossword one day, and spend it all. 

Pre-boards in less than a month. And, Im suprisingly still okay, with this happy attitude and all. Not hyper-active, nor stressed out. No signs of freaking out either. 

And, Mo keep's me busy with his stories and problems. I call them- The Singapore Times. We Skype almost everyday.

So, life's good.

The struggles Im facing,

The chances Im taking,

Sometimes might knock me down.

But, no. Im not breaking.

I may not know it,

But these are the moments that

Im gonna remember most, yeah.

I just gotta keep goin.

That awkward moment, when you relate to a Miley Cyrus-song.  :|

Anyways,

Ciao for now. (: xx

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Six degrees of separation.

She stepped out onto the cool, moist ground. And looked up at the sky.
Her breath caught as she witnessed the mighty clouds roar. 

All of a sudden a gush of raindrops rush towards her, enveloping her in their chill and soothing her burning skin. 

She forgot everything.

And, forgave.

She felt something in her break, and come alive. The expectant pain, was nowhere to be found.

Tears emerged , but got carried way with the drops from the sky. Which left her mouth feeling salty, but not for long.

A feeling of inner happiness consumed her.

Numb no longer.



Picture courtesy : Google images

So, all my women here. Chin up, its your brother-fucking day.

"You sonovabitch"-You mothafucker.

So, two people fight. One swears at the other, calling his mother or sister at times, names and whatnot. Indirectly, insulting them, their pride and their grace. So, why the hell are women targeted, if the person whom he has a grudge against is the man in front of him?

Why is it that 80% of the people use women- concentrated profanities? Why is it that even when men are fighting, curses calling their women names are rallied back and forth? Why are women always the ones getting thrown dirt at?

Is it because men have HUGE egos and self-pride and don't mind themselves being insulted, but would not take a word against their women?

Is this because their intention is to hurt the other man, by offending his women? Then I don't think it is justified. It will hurt him, maybe. A little. But more than that, it would provoke them to retaliate with an even  better  comeback. Hopefully, worse than the one they'd received. This, leads nowhere other than making the conversation one, where kids need to keep their ears covered.

When I grow up, Im gonna make a curse that does not offend anybody other than the person I intend to. And, and, and the kids won't have to cover their ears either. Yeah, man.

Women are the whole reason why you are on this earth. Respect them. Treasure them.
Think about your own mother, before going ahead and calling others' names. Think about how you'll be disgracing her by uttering those pitiful words. The jackass who deserves this, isn't likely to change if you insult his mother. Sister, even.

So, my women here hold your head high. Chin up. And, most importantly keep smiling, because life's a beautiful thing and theres a lot to smile about.

Laterr

xx


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Shoot down a skyline, watch it in primetime.

On my first day in school, I was made to sit next to this guy.

One look, and you can see attitude and over-confidence dripping off him. With spikes on his head and a jazzy cellphone under his desk, Swayam cemented his image as a typical troublemaker in my head.

First impressions can be deceiving. And that was what exactly this case was- I gradually understood.

As I was new, I tried to make as good of an impression as I could manage on my teachers. And, so unknowingly this guy was pictured me as the geek.

He, himself turned out to be pretty good at studies too. Particularly, Chem. Which, I loathe.

One convo between us, that I remember, happened when I solved this tough Chemistry equation before anybody else in the class could. 

"Oh, I thought you hated chemistry?" He taunted.

"I said I hated it, never said anything about not being good at it! " I shot back.

*Swayam, if you are reading this Im sorry. I couldn't remember anything significant from that year ;) *

By the end of that year, we were friends. Somehow.

Then came along 9th. Where we had almost all classes together. 

Grade 9 Science, had only five girls. And 15 boys. And, I fancied it that way. 

So, time passed. We all grew closer, and become quite a united bunch.

The teachers still considered him a handful.
But, he seemed different than the others, somehow.

And, Swayam and I invariably became closer friends.

And, finally 10th.
Where, he started having mood-swings. And, back came the attitude.

So, from singing Noddy, chatting on the floor in the library, hating computers, getting detention, Hunger Games, Physics, and Grey's Anatomy .___. we have come quite a long way. 

And, Swayam. I just wanted to say, I not glad you came. And, somehow discovered my blog :P

But, Im glad you're here. :')

So, what's the point of this post, you ask?

Weeell, you see. Swayam here, sorta asked me to write about him. And, this was what he took to keep his mouth shut about this bloggedy-blog of miiine. Cuz I didn't let anybody who knows me personally read this. So.

Later.


xx

PS: And, his phone got confiscated, on my very first day! xD

Theres no gravity to hold me down, for real.

I just happened to turn, and of all the things that had to catch my eye, it was him.

I just happened to gaze into his eyes, and I was lost. Again. Talk about deja vu.

My tummy does this flip-flop. And, I catch my breath.

This is not supposed to happen. Not after all this.

He smiles. I try to, too.

And, just as that gorgeous smile comes into view, the whole universe around us fades.

Its only him, and me.

All the memories we shared, flood back into my mind.

All those efforts to bury them deep down, gone futile. All because of a smile.

How can I be so weak?

He takes a few steps towards me. I felt a rush.
 The sudden electricity in the evening air, prominent.

This is where I say, I ended up making a fool outta myself.

Cause frankly, I don't remember what we spoke about. I was in a daze, literally. 

It had been one whole year, since I last saw him. 

What I felt around him, I think. Is the closest to love, I had ever felt.
And, it felt good.

What I'd give to see that face every single day. With everything between us, back to what it had been two years back.

#Respect

A girl in school, 2 years ahead of me, lost her father yesterday in the Thane Marathon due to a heart attack, on his birthday itself.
I cant imagine what the girl and her 11 year old sister might be going through. All I can say is, may God give her and her family the courage and strength to go through these difficult times. And, faith that this too shall pass.
#Respect.

Liebstaa!

MEEE!

Ruya-Preetika at waking moments nominated me for a Liebster award!

EEEEPS!  I just wanna climb a mountain and shout it out to the world!  Im overwhelmed!

 Thankyou so much, really! 

So, what is a Liebster award?

The Liebster award is given to up and coming bloggers who have less than 200 followers. Liebster is German for "favourite", so it is the favourite blog award, then!

Means a lot to me, to get this just after three months of blogging..thankyou again! 

So, according to the tradition, what I've gotta do is:

• Thank the bloggy who awarded this to you.
• Post 11 interesting things about yourself
• Answer the 11 questions listed by the nominator.
• Choose 11 bloggies, and create a questionnaire for 'em.

Some stuff about me..

1. Im 14. Im tall. Like giraffe tall. Im 5'7". My favourite shampoo is a citrus scented baby shampoo.
2. I am currently addicted to marshmallows. And, Simple Plan. And I like coke while it looses its fizz, and ice-cream while its melting.
3. Im super-sensible. And short tempered. And sarcasm is my way of life.
4. Imaa nerd at heart. And Im not ashamed of it. My favourite subject is Math, and Im currently flunking computer science. Im super-awesome at spellings, and my physics teachers love me. 
5. I love my previous school, and all of it. Even the ugly building, the stupid bimbos, and its even more stupid vice-princi.
6. I hate two-timers. I hate fakers. I hate peanut-butter. I hate chocolate. I love the colour aqua, and anything to do with water, other than rain.
7. I have the best friends in the world...and how much ever I crib about 'em, Im glad they are there :')
8. Im left-handed. Yes, Im one of those 7% in the world!
9. Buy me a pair of dunks and you'll be my best friend ;)
10. I really wish I had a super-exciting secret life. Like, Sabrina, but a bit different. I wish I was a part of this band, where I was the  lead singer, and all the other members were guys. Like from school. So, if we had an event, or a concert, we'd sneak outta school together, or something..
11.  I love suprising people, but don't like suprises for myself. Weird?

Now for Ruya Preetika's questions.. This took me quite some time, I tell you.

Q. Other than writing, what is the one thing/activity you can't live without?(guys dont act smart and say stuff like-food/water/breathing :P)

Me: Swimming. Running. Cycling.(Iknow they are three things, but I couldnt help it!) They basically help me get my mind off the stuff bothering me. Makes me think better, get a better hold of myself, and also get my creative juices flowing. I get ideas, and feel inspired. Scientifically speaking, they make my heart pump blood at a faster rate, making blood rush to my brain, thus making me think. Which I tend to do. A lot. Which is good and bad. So, I cant live without it. 

Q: If there was a complaint box where you could drop in complaints about life, what would you complain about and why?
Me: I do complain about life being unfair. A lot, actually. But, that is me being my whiny, old self. I have seen under-privileged people, and I actually am thankful for however my life is.

Q: Share a quote/book/song/book that has always inspired you.
Me: Fight Club changed my perspective about everything in life, and can gladly say that it was one of the best things that happened to me. My personal fave, has to be
"I say never be complete, I say stop being perfect...I say lets evolve, let the chips fall where they may."- Tyler Durden.

Q: Whats your favourite childhood memory?
Me: When you say childhood memories, the one image that pops up in my mind is of my parents and I, in UK. We lived in Manchester, and every weekend my parents used to take me to this park somewhere faraway, for a day-trip. And it was windy. Very windy. With the perfect amount of sun. Picture Perfect. Life was perfect.

Q: One fictional character you'd like to switch places with?
Me: Tintin! I'd love to go about solving mysteries without a care in the world. And, and, and with Snowy by my foot at all times!

Q: What brightens your mood when you feel dejected?
Me: Grey's Anatomy. It is one thing that has a fixed slot in my non-existent time-table. It makes me laugh, cry, drool(McDreamy, anybody? ), shout, squeal and scream. And, it gives me the assurance that there is somebody else, somewhere in the world is facing problems worse than mine(Even if the"people" is fictional)

Q: Do you think compromises and adjustments are necessary for a relationship to work? Why or why not?
Me: Definitely.

Q. Given a chance to relive one day of your life, which one would it be and why?
Me: A day? Thats tough, actually. I would prefer to say the summer of '10. That was when my Cindy gave birth to nine wonderful pups. And, my whole summer vacation I was around those babies...doing every single thing with or for them. It has got to be one of the best vacations EVER!

Q: Whats your idea of fun?
Me: I am quite the people-person, but I really love to curl up in sweats with a blanket, alone at home, with my cellphone next to me..and unwind with a good movie(probably with some hot guy fighting goons..) with a tub of watermelon icecream.

Q: Whats the qualification for the perfect guy?
Me: I dont really know. Havent given much of a thought to it...Let him have a heart, to begin with. And, for me actions count..sometimes more than words. So, he should be expressive. 

Q:  If you were given a chance to take revenge on someone, who would they be and how would you do it?(If you dont wish to give the name, you can just state what the person did.)
Me: I believe in Karma. So, do whatever bad you do to me and Im sure Karma will come and bite your ass, someday. Atleast, I wish.

Phew! A big task crossed off my list of things to do!
You have no idea how long it took me to write this post...it was a draft for more than two weeks. And, Im really tired now. So, Im just planning on saving the "pass on the award" thing for some other time. Sorry.
Thats all for now, folks.

Ciao =) xx

And, you cause their jaws to drop. Like a Boss.

So, I went to the movies today. Saturday, morning. Empty mall. Fairly full theatre.
Once, the movie was over my friend and I shopped. Like till our knees dropped (Exaggeration, but yeah well..) and decided to make a pit stop and grab coffees. As we waited for our order, I took out my phone and started going through my messages. I just looked around the place, when I suddenly spotted a familiar face riding down the escalator. It was this cute guy who hosts a popular weekend prime time reality show. No biggie. I didnt even know his name. My friend told me '-.-
Nevertheless, I asked him for a picture..Cuz I felt that spark. Something that was missing, since a long time. The Dr. Doofenshmirtz spark B|
So, the gals at school are crazy about him. And, when I go back to school on Monday, they are gonna be So. So jealous.
Bwahahahahahaha...
And, and, and I feel good. Like after sucha long time. Its as if Im outta that gloomy phase..or whatever. But, Im happy. Im evil. Yeah, man.
Im back, Bitches.

Thats all I have time for, loves.

Later.

=) xx

And that's what happens when the only voice she hears, is telling her she can't. Stupid boy.

If some people in this whole, wide world would act mature enough, then this planet be a much better place to reside on.
And, then theres always Venus.

Those days.

There are just those days, when I wish I could
- Not get out of the bed.
- Rethink, and regret previous decisions..decisions taken hastily.
- Imagine what would have happened if I would have acted differently
- Stay in bed, and think.
- Wish someone would go and get me marshmallow sticks cuz I dont feel like getting outta the bed
- Forget that I have prelims the next month.
- Im over Adam Levine  Im not.
- Not get outta the bed.
- Wish humans could go into hibernation.
- Not do any goddamn thing.
- Forget about everything bad.
- Hear Harry Styles' voice for real.

Rainy days and lovers who dont bring flowers.

What time is it, where you are?
I miss you more than anything..
Im back at home, you feel so far,
Waiting for the phone to ring..
Its getting lonely living upside down,
I dont even wanna live in this town.
Trying to figure out the timezone, is making me crazaay..

You say good morning, when its midnight,
Going outta my head, alone in this bed.
I wake up to your sunset,
Its driving me mad, I miss you so bad!

More than just a Memory.

I was lost in my own world of thoughts, when suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around, and stopped dead in my tracks.

It was him. It had to be. 

There was no mistaking those hazel-brown eyes. 

All those years passed had shown an effect on him. His hair was now long, curly and prevented from running wild in all directions by a rubber band. Just like him. He had become visibly muscular. And perhaps tanned, too. A tattoo peeking through the hem of his tee. I wondered what it would be. A dragon, or a skull maybe. Thats was what we mostly used to go crazy about. 

He was one person who had no problem with my tom-boyness. Infact, he was more than happy to have a "brother" rather than a sister, being the only child. He always had the coolest stuff and brought me all sorts of it too. Sometimes it was that brown bracelet that I later called my rockstar charm or the sweatshirt with some punk-emo ish graphic on it.

This wildcat was my once-dearest cousin. Until, someday he ran off leaving everything behind to pursue his dream. After which, his parents disowned him. For now, lets call him- Al

I still remember the day he left. It was a day after I turned 10. He had gifted me a tee with Danger is my beat written on it. At that time itself it was a couple of sizes larger for me, nevertheless I wore it every other day. (And even when it was about to tear, I  made a few amends to it and started wearing it as a cropped tee) Little did I know that was the last time I'd see him for years.

I cried and cried till my tear ducts went dry. I realized he isn't coming back. Not now, not ever. I tried to get up, and stumbled. 

But, after a while did manage to get up, brushed my knees and started afresh. Yeah, well I was 10, but I somehow clutched onto every good memory I had of his, and went on with my life. Still trying to ignore that part of my head that wondered how he didn't think of saying goodbye to me, even once before leaving.

Well here he is now, standing right in front of me. 

I suddenly gathered my bearings, and tried to concentrate on what he was saying. 

"Sach... Look at you! You look like a girl! "

"Sorry?" I was still too lost in my thoughts, and snapped back to reality.

Considering I was wearing  a  black tee, jeans and my Nike sneakers; that was not the first thing I expected him to say. But then I got what he was trying to do- go for the jovial mood, and ease off my fury.

Mo, protectively stood by me throughout. I guess he thought Al looked fishy... and ready to do anything, if Al so much as lay a fingernail on me.

"You have grown so much! Its great to see you! You seem almost as tall as me!" He said.

"Sorry, but who are you?" I couldn't forgive him, neither could I let my hidden pain resurface. No way, after all these years.

"Aren't you Sachi? You don't remember me? Im Al, your brother? " He seemed genuinely puzzled, now.

Mo was about to say something, when I silently nudged his foot. Thankfully he understood, and kept quiet.

"Im sorry, but no. Im not your "Sachi". And I don't know any Al. The only Al I knew died, four years ago. So, Im sorry. But, you are sadly mistaken." Having said all I had to, I grabbed Mo's arm and started to walk in the other direction.

"Wait. Im sorry. I really am. I know I shouldn't have done, what I did. It was wrong. Completely wrong. I regret my decision. Well, not all of it. But, yeah most of it." He said while holding my other hand. All this while my gaze settled on the row of shops on the opposite side of the hallway. If he thought he could just come in front on me and I'd welcome him back with a smile, he was wrong. 

I stopped begrudgingly. I stared at his hand holding mine, and glared at him.

"Leave my hand" I hissed.

"Please! One chance! Lemme explain..? Are your parents here?" He asked.

"No. That's none of your business." I snapped back. Seeing he had now loosened his grip on my arm, I walked in the other direction. Mo marched alongside, keeping up with my pace. 

It had been four years. Four whole years. And without any warning he pops in front of me, in the most random place- The mall.
 Mo and I were wandering together, probably for the last time, before he left. It was supposed to be a memorable day. Now, there was no way it was gonna leave my memory. All due to the wrong reason.

All these years, there was not a word from him. No call, no email. Nothing. Sometime, along the years I heard from my uncle, that he was caught with drugs. That was the moment when I realized that the Al I knew was really no more. I started stalking him on facebook. I dont know why I did, but that gave me a sort of an assurance that he's still alive.

 He had supposedly started a company of his own, along with a friend. And now,  they were pretty successful too. And, I was happy for him. He had left home to follow his dream, and ended up happy. So,yeah I was happy for him too. Does not mean Im suddenly forgiving him.

Haikus, Ironies and a Pile of Hamburgers.

Okay, so here I am. At 1am. Sleep just not ready to come and grace me with her presence, even after listening to a bunch of hindi romantic songs. And none of the guys available to text, they always put their phones on silent mode before hitting the sack, though I wonder why.
Laying in bed, I start to think about tomorrow's exam. Its the last one, and its English. Okay, mind you English in GCSE is tough, but there's nothing you could actually study for. Its like either you have those language skills, or not.
But, my exam was far from my mind here. I actually thinking about my previous English teacher.
And, he was not your average good 'ol english teacher. He was different.
From his 6-inch mohawk, to his arms full of tattoos, Mr. D was intimidating from Day 1. From the time he had entered our first English class in Grade 9, the guys had instantly taken liking to him. He was the ultimate definition of a "cool" teacher.
For starters he allowed us to curse in class. Not that it mattered to me, but 'twas definitely a big plus point for him, as 90% of the class instantly thinking he was "the best".
In almost every class of his, the discussion would turn to either Illuminati or the ongoing football matches or how Twilight sucks. And that constant bickering between the guys(which now included Mr.D, too)always earned them an eye-roll from me.
Those constant debates over Americans or Brits, Soccer or football, Blackberry or Any other company!
And, he almost never took a class in a class! As in, he never conducted a class in a classroom. Whenever the bell rang for his period, our spirits were automatically lifted as we made our way to the resource room or the audio-visual room. Where, he would show us videos of different not-so-famous-but-with-a-strong-perspective videos and make us actually ponder over matters that mattered.
Also, the fact that he (in all his right senses) asked us to burn ourn our textbooks, did the final deed of landing him in the #1 spot on our list of favourite teachers!
It was like he had decided not to follow the mediocre ways of teaching, instead take on the path of making us good, world citizens with ofcourse, a proper command over the language...
In his quest to do the same, we picked up of things,you may say that we previously hadn't and would possibly not forget over the years..
And some of them being Haikus and ironies. We had these extensive debates on whether the mentioned statements were ironies or not!
He always taught us to make our own, individual perspective. Irrelevent of what other people think.

And, Haiku's were a delight! We had to come up with one, as a part of our weekend homework. But at the end of that weekend- zilch, nada. I just couldnt  make one (And we had also sworn to him, that we would never use the aid of the internet to do our English homework, so that option was out too..)
But after two long weeks of brainstorming, I came up with this:

Sock and shoes make a pair
Just like Pitt and Anniston did

Brad and Jenny had a tiff
Angie took advantage
Stole Pitt

Socks and shoes fell apart
Just as Pitt and Anniston did

Yeah, lame. I know. And, probably it wasn't even fitting the proper conditions of a Haiku. But it was the least I could think of! And, he appreciated it  B|
And then the fact that he gave us group assignments, made the class even more enjoyable. Like, there was this one assignment where we had to create a story which had random characters like Lady Gaga. I mean, Lady Gaga! Which normal teacher would do that?! Thats why we loved him.
Also we had this assignment where we make a short story, anything pertaining to our interests, and then go on to make a comic strip on it! I mean, how cool can English get!?

Mr.D was the conductor of our weekly movie clubs. Almost the whole of the high school had signed up for it. Trust me, Im not exaggerating.
The movies he showed us were decided by him on not their being suitable for our viewing, but on their content. And, by that I certainly do not mean Heidi or Jane Eyre. The movie club had started with Fight Club as its very first movie. And I literally fell in love with that movie. The other movies we saw (and I loved) were The Illusionist,  Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels, Dead Poets' Society, School of Rock among others.

His adorable handwriting on the green-board, the way he used to hold the chalk...literally had us die with laughter!

But, jokes aside. What I really like about him, was him. He was originally, him. Gosh, I dont even know whether that makes sense.. Its just that he inspired us to think creative. And be ourselves.

And, reasons why I hate my new English teacher. Frankly, I dont think I have any.
Its just the idea of her, being his replacement that bothers me. Its just that I act like such an obstinate mule in her class, refusing to do anything she asks me straight away and never answering her properly; makes her hate my guts. And, in order to instigate her, I wrote this rebellious essay in my review, expecting a low grade and a long lecture. But she gave me the highest marks and even read out my essay to the whole class. Talk about embarrassment -.-

That's all for now. I wrote this in an utterly agitated and sleepy state, so please excuse my rants one more time?



Later.



Ciao ;) xx

The sun has got its hat on, Its cold..

So, I was just going throught my blog list and noticed that my past few posts have been  way too self-absorbed gloomy.

So, I decided to bring back the sunshine, of Bombay Sunshine. Sounds cheesy, right? Yeah, well. Nevermind.

Harry doin it the Gangnam style ;)

Niaaaall *____*

So I gotta run, loves. Thats all for now.

Later :) xx

Days turn to sand, losing all the strength in hand.

My Life sucks. Everything in it sucks.
Change is the principle of the universe- They say.
Changes suck.
They suck.

Exactly a year back, I was in my old home, perhaps sound asleep. But here I am.
New house, new car, new school. And perhaps, a new me.

When I think about it, I simply feel I prefer the new me. I know the older me was different.
If I say that there are times that I crave to be the older me, is there something wrong with me?

Maybe I prefer the truth not coming out. It'll make that douchebag realize the extent to which I miss him.
 He, instead might take pride in it. Who knows?
God, he has changed too.
 For now, lets call him-Ted.
Whenever I see him these days, he is with this other girl he's supposedly dating, a year junior to us.

I think I should've known.

Replaced. So easily I was taken outta his life, and replaced. All those promises of calling, with every detail, along with the momentary trust I had in them, broken.
 Even if I tried, I couldnt go on forever.

Forever. A word, I no longer had faith in.

The bad part was that I still loved him.
But this love was different. It was understanding, supporting and admiring each other. It was love, but of a different sort.
Definitely.
It was like, our own brand of love.

He was there for me. Always.
My dad often had to go abroad, for months together. And every time he left, I was teary-eyed. I had to act strong in front of mum, and my brother. I couldnt help it. I was their Iron-man.
He was always there,lending me a shoulder to cry on. The breakdowns I had with him, were our secrets.

He was one person who could bear my grumpy mood.
Whenever I was pissed at him, he knew how to steer himself out of trouble..so well.


Look, we were not made for each other. We just chose to stay together. He was the best friend I ever had.



Now, you'd be like, why are you writing all this here?
Yeah, you should not read ahead. No, seriously.

I just dont know what happened.

The exasperation I faced after seeing him in his new life, led me to deactivate my facebook account. I just wanted to go ahead and finish what he did.
Break all sources of connection with him.


He was an integral part of Me.

I just dont know what happened. We grew apart, maybe? I dont know.

After him, I had just found this way of steering myself away from everybody.

Dont get me wrong. The people at my new school,  are really nice. But, I used to feel they were very two-faced. All of them. Almost.
Then came Ananya.

She took his first step towards me, and somehow managed to crack the shell I had built around myself and let herself in.

I just somehow find myself being better friends with guys. Well, I do have girls as friends too, but somehow nobody was that close to me.
Maybe, thats the baggage you get, when you're quite the tomboy.
I dont know, I just somehow tried to steer myself away from gossip, and other girly stuff. Its always been that way.
I preferred over-sized tees, to tank tops. And jeans to skirts.
Until, now. More on that later.
It was always Linkin Park, never Taylor Swift.
Blah, I despise her. She always seems to be cribbing bout how perfect or imperfect her life is.
God. Is that what Im doing now?
Tell me it isnt. Please?

I dont think this is working
Freezing so hard, my hands are hurting
Ought to let go in the first place

And I put the phone on the front lawn
Everything that shows time is gone
Im outside looking for you

If  everthing'd stop I'll listen for your heart 
To lead me right to you, yeah
I tried every way I can.

Later.

Drop it, like its HOT!

*See LOST. *

Iknewit.

I Knew It.

They broke up.

My two best-est friends, who started seeing each other, separated. And as I predicted, over a silly tiff.

I knew it. I knew it. I BLOODY WELL KNEW IT WOULD HAPPEN!!!

They had some stupid insecurity issues, and then waved it off saying they didnt think it was "LOVE" !

Take a damn reality check, you guys are just Fourteen. You dont even know what it is like. 

I seriously dint expect them to be soo immature about it. 

Annnd, as I earlier thought, they no longer talk to each other. Not if you count the snide remarks and sarcastic comments they pass at each other. Damn.

Its really getting on my nerves.

I act as if it dosent bother me, but it does. How muchever I try to wave it off, I just cant overloook it.

But, Im glad they separated, it was starting to get mushy, and stuffy hanging around wid 'em.
But, then I feel like Im being a  bitch, and get outta there.

And, since they separated, I got alone time with Mo, just the way it used to be. Though Dee just keeps sulking around. 

And thus, the rant on the blog. Ishouldstopnow.

Yeah, well. The main "aim" of the post was...

*Drum-roll*

Snoop Dogg is back in Indiaaa! Woohooo * Throws a fist in the air*

But according to my previous theories, he is only going to Pune and Gurgaon :'(

And, I couldnt go to Simple Plan, as my damn annual concert was on the same day, as I had paid a HUGE, FREAKING CHUNK of my pocket-money on the costume, and I also had a  part to play in the concert :P

Thats all for now, I guess.

"Im here, alone. Dint wanna leave

My heart wont move, its incomplete

Wish there was a way that I can make you understand.

But how, do you expect me

To live alone with just me

'Cuz my world revolves around you

Its so hard for me to breathe."

-Jordin Sparks 

Later.

Ciao x

Ps: I still hate lovestories. Its just that I love 'em both, way too much.

Roll me up, and smoke me when I die.

Yeah, so. Im finally got back to blogging, after soo loooong...
Was quite tied up.
Lots of crap happening around, still.

Happy 2013, by the way ;)

A friend of mine recently lost his father in an accident. He was completely broken, and why wouldnt he be?
Its but natural. Felt really bad to see him like that.
Our dads together used to keep complaining about how difficult we teens are. Its really sad.

My best friend and another friend are shifting to Singapore.
Its gonna be great for him, too. He's leaving in like a month.
A month. Thats it.
Then he'll be gone.
I really dunno whats gonna happen to me. I just dont wanna go there. It gonna be different without him not around.
Different.

Then, this weather<3 I totally love winters!
Its come late. But, still. Its WINTER!!!
I dont know why people keep cribbing about it..It really pisses me off.
My white Australian hoodie is out! Woohooo!!

My reviews just got over, and exams coming up in a week.
The reviews went really bad, so my teachers were seriously agitated and told me to take 9th grade more seriously. Well,  Im a straight A student, and a nerd. But dont keep studying, like 24/7.  I just pay attention in class. But they say that if I do put in extra efforts and study for 3 hours per day, they guarantee A* in my boards, next year!!
My mum, couldnt contain her excitement and, stopped my going to badminton classes :/

Perhaps thats all for now. Maybe, maybe you noticed a change in my style of writing? ;)
And my newly found affection for tumblr "just girly thing" picchas =P
Change is good, sometimes.


           Can we pretend that airplanes
            In the night sky
            Are like shooting stars?
            Cuz I could really use
            A wish right now.  
                                           

Later.

Ciao x