Tuesday, June 28, 2011

one of those surprisingly eventful days

summer holidays are awfully boring. i can't wait for school to start so that i can get back to work. i can totally feel all my productive juices leaking out of my brain.


my dad had suddenly decided that he wanted to show off his cooking skills to the entire family and make biryani, from scratch. since this has never happened before, my mum, brother and i jumped at the opportunity and made a plan to have some family time with my uncle and aunt (dad's brother and his wife) by hanging out in a mall, leaving my dad all alone (at my uncle's house) to cook.

LOL i just realized how mean that was of us.

anyway, we went to the mall. my brother and i barely ever hang out with my uncle and aunt (even though they are both in their 20s and not too uncool) so it was pretty nice roaming around and spending time together, as a family. the first stop we made was at the bookstore, where i got this:

Duma Key by Stephen King. :D i was actually looking for some of his really popular books like 'Salems Lot, Firestarter, Carrie etc but this was the only Stephen King book they had (apart from Under The Dome which didn't appeal to me much). but whatever, IT'S A BOOK! I LOVE BOOKS! OM NOM NOM.

then, we went into this cool watch store where i passed a (truthful) remark about how it's been a whole year since i've worn a watch. this led my uncle to insist on my choosing a watch so that he could buy it for me. i chose this:

it's purple, yay! and it's a watch. i like purple, and i like watches. so, major win in that department.

after that we just roamed around aimlessly, doing what we know best: WINDOW SHOPPING. we looked at bags, shoes, clothes, jewelry and tons of other stuff but didn't buy anything apart from the book and watch.

then, it was time to go back to my uncle's place, where my dad was all alone, shedding sweat, blood and tears to create the perfect biryani. it looked pretty good (i forgot to take pictures of it, trust me to be so careless -.-). but since dinner time was a while away, i got to hang out with my aunt's moody yet super adorable kitty.

my brother is holding her here.


finally, it was time to eat dinner. my dad wasn't nervous at all, considering it was the first time everyone was eating something that he cooked. he was like, "LOOK AT THE RICE! AND THE MEAT! AND THE POTATOES! IT'S ALL SO PERFECT!" and everyone else was like, "OKAYLET'SEATPLEASE" which we did, and it turned out to be pretty good. yay :D my dad was happy and wasn't modest at all about his achievement.

then, we ate some strawberry ice cream, and it was time to go home. i didn't expect a regular mid-vacation sunday to be much fun, but this was different. hurray!


i wasn't going to add more to this post, but apparently some people think that making a blog about myself is the stupidest thing i could do.
whatever your preference is, i don't really believe in picking on someone specifically because they write about stuff that is none of your interest.

(just assuming here)

in response to their lovely opinion:
i like talking about myself.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

some people are just a FAIL at life

let me tell you something.

i have a hope. a gleaming, shining, sparkling hope that one day, everyone whom i know will have gained some intelligence and therefore be a pleasure for me to associate with.
one day, everybody will be able to hold a smart conversation and be fun to talk to.
one day, everyone will be able to spell correctly and make no major grammatical errors in their general life.

one day...

... f0Rg3t !t.


so yeah, i was greeted by ^THAT on my facebook homepage yesterday. it really sucks because i barely use facebook and when i do, i have the utmost displeasure of witnessing a few of my acquaintances showing off their tYpInG SkIlLzx to the world. *shudders*

for me, slang is something i usually do not pay much attention to. a lot of people i know and love use slang. they like to shorten words and use popular abbreviations instead of typing out the correct spelling.
now, i don't really have a major problem with people who use slang like this:

because you know, a person who writes like this most probably doesn't want to waste any time in expressing how cute they think a random orange-haired girl is. they shorten their words to save time. at least their short forms are understandable.

but when it comes to stuff like this, i DO pay attention:

yeah. IF YOU TYPE LIKE THIS, I WILL FIND YOU AND KILL YOU. i do not see any point in elongating a word and adding extra letters to it, especially when the word in question is something that looks completely fine on its own and is relatively easier to type.

another thing that extremely annoys me is when people use alternative (and nonexistent) spellings as different versions of words, which are essentially useless because they have the same amount of alphabets as the original word.

unfortunate and totally real examples:
you = yew
cool = kewl
loser = luxer
know = knoe
time = tyme

DUDE WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM. or should i say 'prawblm'? yeah, WOT IX UR PR0BLM HUH?! this kind of stuff looks gruesome. towtaly grewsumm.

there is only one suitable picture to express the way i feel whenever i come across all the above stuff, and that is this:

true story.

Monday, June 6, 2011

Twisted Antics of My Childhood

all of us have done something strange during our childhood years. we've had our share of quirks and faults and moments where we've been caught doing something (innocently) weird and awkward when we were little.

some of my childhood weirdness has still stuck with me during my teenage years (proof above). but that's not what i'm going to talk about in this post. i'm going to enlighten you guys on the stuff that i've thankfully stopped doing, and the strange kiddish habits that i am glad to have grown out of.

i used to indulge in a lot of activities that might never be considered 'normal' for a child. some of these include:

chewing on the limbs of my dolls
it started when i was 3 years old, when i first got a taste of sleeping away from my mum whenever she used to go out at night with my dad. on those particular nights i used to sleep in a tiny, comfortable bed in my grandparents' room, and have my grandmum tuck me in each night. i used to enjoy the quality time i spent with my grandparents, but on one night, i was super cranky and decided that i really missed my mum and wanted to sleep between my parents on their bed, no matter what. since my mum and dad were out, and my grandparents were not in their room at that particular moment, i got extremely irritated and wanted to take out my frustration in the most attention-grabbing way possible. 
due to the fact that i was too young to think of all the absurd things that i was capable of doing to achieve the reaction i wanted, i did the first thing that came to my mind: grab a Waitress Barbie doll directly in my line of sight and take out my anger on her in doll-talk. when that didn't prove satisfactory, i got even more annoyed and did the most unladylike thing i could have ever done at that moment: viciously gnawed on the Waitress Barbie doll's arm.

it was fifteen minutes into that barbaric act when my sense snapped back into me and i realized what i was doing. i slowly unclenched my jaw and freed the Waitress Barbie doll's arm from my mouth, and when i looked at it, i let out a huge shriek. the doll's arm was a hideously mangled mess. it then dawned on me that i had destroyed something dear to me just because of a mood swing, and that made me really, really upset. i started wailing and crying at the top of my voice. it took me a couple of days to get over it.
once the OMG-i-killed-Waitress-Barbie phase was over, i realized that maybe the idea of putting a doll's limb in my mouth wasn't such a bad idea, and i had just taken it a little too far on the first try. the soft plastic of my other Barbies' legs and arms became a temptation. whilst playing with them i nibbled here and there, and began to gently chew on them when i was out of other stuff to do. this carried on for a couple of years, till i had perfected the act of chewing and left no marks at all. 
i can't remember how i stopped.

eating the biscuit part of an Oreo and leaving the cream
this practically made me an outcast among my first and second grade peeps. all the children used to do the 'in' thing in school: lick the white cream of the Oreo cookie and discard the black biscuit part. i on the other hand, used to scrape the white cream off the nearest surface and devour the biscuit with pleasure that was not understandable to anyone my age or below.

them (with cream in their mouths)

NO ONE GOT THAT I DIDN'T LIKE THE CREAM. i just didn't. i was ridiculed for this act of not-cream-liking for at least two years. and then Chips Ahoy became the new thing to eat.

imagining every person under a motorcycle helmet to be a total hero
this was something i had decided to take with me to the grave, but i feel like talking about it all of a sudden. so yeah, i might regret it later because it is one of the most embarrassing parts of my little-girl-ness. 
from ages 4 to 7, whenever i saw a motorcyclist wearing a helmet that covered his entire face, i always imagined the face underneath to me something like this:

hence making all motorcyclists with helmets+visors look like this to me:

even though it was apparent to the rest of the world that those guys must have been 30-year-old uncles or pimply teenagers or just extremely plain-looking human beings. I HAD A CRUSH ON EVERY MOTORCYCLIST WITH A NON-VISIBLE FACE. you can laugh now.

favouring the colour black in every drawing
when i was in preschool, all my teachers were worried. they thought i was a disturbed child, solely on the basis that while all my fellow classmates were making pretty pictures out of bright colours, i was scribbling away with a single black colour pencil on whatever drawing assignment i had been given to do. my mum was not at all perturbed. she said i was a happy child and encouraged me to draw as i pleased. the teachers all showed their concern, but little-me proved them wrong by starting to use bright colours after a while.

teacher and i.

i never stopped with the bright-colour-usage after that. just look at my blog. :P and my favourite colour is orange since as long as i can remember.


speaking of remembering, this is all i can remember for now :O which is enough to give you an idea of how strangely i used to behave when i was a child. oh well. 
i am glad to have changed. i stopped playing with dolls when i was 11. i can't remember the last time i ate an Oreo. i barely spare a glance at motorcyclists. i love colours.
please make me feel better about little-girl-me and share your weird childhood behavior, too! i would love to know how weird we've all been as little kids.


this is a repost.  i added the drawings.