Random shit in my head.

There is soooo much going on right now! Not in my life (no, that is fairly boring), I'm talking about all the buzzing thoughts in my mind.

1. Dermot Mulroney is so HOT!!!!!!!!!!! I mean, that voice! ohmygod. I have fallen in love with that voice. (I was watching The Wedding Date).

2. So, i have been watching The Killing, and they seem to never tie up the loose ends! The Rosie Larsen case is over, and Linden killed the damn Jamie before he could pay for his horrible crime. I felt sooo bad for Rosie. And now, in season 3, why wont they show the mayor aka Billy Campbell aka Darren Richmond anymore? I really liked him.

And Seattle is so grey and gloomy all the time. I dont see any colour on my tv screen for that one hour, except grey.

3. I have so many movies lying in my pen drive that i need to watch but do not seem to have the time. Or company. Usually when my bestie comes for a sleepover, or i go to hers, we watch like, a gazilliion movies all day.

4. I just keep re-reading my favourite bits from Sophie Kinsella's I've Got Your Number. I really love that book, I dont know why...

5. I really want to write a book. I even have the elements. But i dont have a story line. Or the will power. Or the patience. Or the confidence that whatever I am writing isn't complete crap.

6. Easter holiday is over and I have college on monday, and i really want to cry.

I hope that's all for now.

xxx

Animal Activist

I want to be an animal rights activist. And no, not the protesting-with-placards and getting-jailed kind (although I totally adore those people), but more of opening-charity-hospital and rescuing-strays kind.

I hope one day i have a big house and enough money, so that not only can i open up a good, state-of-the-art animal hospital, but also so that i can pick up strays and abandoned animals and the old ones in the shelters that have no home, and give them a home.

I really, really, really hope this comes true. And i HOPE i can make a difference.

  

      

Dad.

I had my psychology practical exam today. My first. And my college is the most unhelpful, scary place ever.
So anyhoo, i didnt get my practical files to college because i had no idea! Apparenlt you get all 7 files and just keep them on the table...so that you dont cheat or something. Like HOW exactly am i supposed to cheat from a file during an exam???


So i got all scared and called up mom and started crying and told her to send the files somehow (really, a child's tantrums, i tell you!) and then in 10 mins (my college is really far from home) dad "flew" on his bike and came and gave me the files.


And saved my life.
Yes, I did get a bit of a scolding from mom ( no fault of mine. scold the damn college) but... They'll do anything for me. Touchwood.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

Thats dad, mum, my sister and baby me. And my paternal grandfather (dadu) in the photo. He saw me for the first and last time when I was 3 months old. But I don't remember it... :(

A Nobel Prize winner replied to my mail!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A few days back I wrote to doctor Eric Kandel (a super awesome scientist whose done studies on Aplysia to understand learning and memory) and the very next day, HE WROTE BACK TO MEEEEE!!!

I never ever ever expected him to write back. In India and maybe in some other countries, some scientists are such snobs that they have better things to do than write back to silly kids.

But this guy wrote back.
And that's all that matters.
YIPPPEEEEE!!!




P.S- He wears a bow tie to work. He's totally awesome.

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What am i doing with my life??

Let me know, if you have an answer.

"I love exams", said no human ever.

These exams need to end.
I need a spa.
And a vacation.
And sleep.


I...tired.
I...*pass out*

R.I.P Mr. Gardener

This winter, my gardener did some kick ass job. Only...he never got to see it with his own two eyes. May his soul rest in peace. I dedicate these flowers on my terrace to him. Guy worked hard. _/|\_

Just thinking some more.

Sometimes, my mind has a mind of its own. And I become the third party in their discussion.

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xoxo

Jay Sean

Is this what being a fan is like? you suddenly have a crush on the person? :D
*giggle*

I really like Jay Sean. Especially because he is Indian. Woop woop.



But, very weirdly, I noticed i have fan crushes on people who are married and recently had babies. Dude, Not cool.

1. Jay Sean
2. Jensen Ackles
I cant remember the guy's name.

The Doomed, The Dreaded...The Periods.

I mean, seriously, there is NOTHING good about periods. nothing!

All it does succeed in doing is:
1. Drain all my blood that my body makes with great difficulty.
2. Makes me anemic.
3. Wastes my eggs. Precious eggs.
4. Terrible, horrible, pathetic, disgusting cramps.
5. Makes me feel like i will throw up.
6. Back ache.
7. Hormonal salad. And a mess.
8. Cranky freak.
9. Cravings like chocolate or something, but then the nausea says 'Hey, there!'
10. The desire to punch someone in the face. Or at least scream.
11. Almost a week of hell.
12. If you sneeze or cough, oops.
and i could go on forever.

I mean, its like Niagara freaking Falls!
You standing, fine. Only the back hurts.
You sit, fine. Only the fear of having a red patch on your precious jeans.
You sit and then stand, holy hell!!

And the day 1? You just get this feeling of impending doom. And you just know. That the rest of the week will be hell. You just know.
And day 2? Don't bother asking. If you are a girl, you'll know. If not, you wont be able to take it.
Sometimes i wish there would be a rule in nature, that if a man sexually harasses a woman in any way, from eve teasing to rape, they will get their periods. The world would change in a second. No kidding.
You can't sleep at night. No, you cant. Even though you are dying for some relaxation. But attention! You favourite bedspread will be seeing the light of day for the last time. Why else do you think those giganto- sized pads were made?

Jeez, if only guys had their periods too. The world would a way better, much more considerate place. And it would also be a rule that every month a girl would get at least 3-4 days of paid leave. Or leave with attendance.

In conclusion, the is "days of the month" crap, IS NOT FAIR.

P.S- I may not have a boyfriend/husband yet, but when i do, I would expect him to understand what hell i am going through. And he better not 'assume' anything. And he better give me a nice massage and not get mad at me when I am all cranky, because frankly speaking, we ourselves do not know what the hell we are feeling! We may shout for no reason at all. It happens. Bear with us. And buy us nice dark chocolate.

   

HAPPINESS IS...

So I guess we all know about the Happy page that is fast trending on facebook. I feel it's great, that page! Everyone contributes and they illustrate people's happiness of all kinds and the drawings are so cute and funny! It made me realize something... that happiness cannot be defined. Everyone has something or the other that will make them happy. And it can be anything!

I contributes to the page a few times, myself... They illustrated my happiness too! Twice!

  and the other one was...



Hahah! Isnt it great! and there are plenty more! And usually when I see one of them, I think, 'Hey! thats so true! that makes me happy too!'. So you see, happiness is a state of the mind. Its abstract. It cant be described and it certainly cant be the same for everyone. And that's what makes it so special!!

So tell me, what makes you happy?

xoxo :)

Blank. *_*

Holy hell, it has been ages since i wrote here! I suppose this is what happens to normal blogs...suddenly their author remembers that they have a blog that is almost non existent. Unless you are Perez Hilton, then it doesnt happen.

As the title of this post sugests, my mind is blank right now. just last night i had decided upon a topic to write about, but right now, i am blank. Zero. Zinch. Nada. Shoonya. bleh.

If its any consolation, i hardly write in my journal either..

so long!
xoxo