I have to study for my E.V.S. test tomorrow. Is it such a big surprise that I'm sitting at the computer instead?
I'm in completely no mood for studying. What I really want to do is sleep. But I've just eaten and everyone says not to sleep for at least three hours after eating so I've to wait.
Not that I'm going to wait two hours more or anything. I would never be able to get up tomorrow if I slept that late. Unfortunately, this constitution of mine needs a ten-hour beauty sleep to be completely functional. Since school began I've shortened it to eight. It's working, in a fashion, but a further cut would not do.
School is great. I thought it was superlative and unsurpassed when I first joined, and I still think it's really amazing. But I dislike tests and being forced to work. If I do any work, it's generally unplanned, spontaneous and completely takes me by surprise :)
I'm sorry I had to make this blog private because it's no fun writing things only I will ever see. But my sister discovered this blog o' mine, and I don't want her seeing a *certain* few of my entries I'm planning to write.
I thought I'd write a list of things that make me happy- especially since my mood has been slightly frazzled this past week and more- so I can revisit them:
Let's say a tentative 25:-
1) Writing this blog :)
2) A much-loved friend
3) Dreaming
4) A good book
5) A rainy day
6) Funny forwards
7) Listening to favourite songs
8) Exercising till the sweat is pouring out from every pore of my body
9) A new box of colour pencils
10) The colour electric-blue
11) Leaves of trees when they're clear and bright
12) Positive and inspiring words
13) A funny episode of friends
I'll have to continue the rest later. My mother has commanded imperatively that I retire to sleep!
Tuesday, June 29
Thursday, June 10
Pizza and a movie
I love watching movies. I love eating pizzas. And doing both together.
I'm really glad my cold has nearly disappeared and I can properly taste things again. And that I really want to.
Agatha Christie shouldn't write as Mary Westmacott-it's too depressing. And Nostradamus annoys me.
I like small kittens with huge eyes and the name of Blueberry. Also colour pencils with sweet names.
I love typical Tamil masala movies. I love happy endings.
I wish I didn't have to go to school five times a week. Surely three will be enough? And what's with teachers and power-point presentations?
My pets are the cutest little things. But I keep forgetting to feed them.
I'm writing this just like I write a diary entry. I wonder if I'm going to burn my diary one day.
I'm really glad my cold has nearly disappeared and I can properly taste things again. And that I really want to.
Agatha Christie shouldn't write as Mary Westmacott-it's too depressing. And Nostradamus annoys me.
I like small kittens with huge eyes and the name of Blueberry. Also colour pencils with sweet names.
I love typical Tamil masala movies. I love happy endings.
I wish I didn't have to go to school five times a week. Surely three will be enough? And what's with teachers and power-point presentations?
My pets are the cutest little things. But I keep forgetting to feed them.
I'm writing this just like I write a diary entry. I wonder if I'm going to burn my diary one day.
Wednesday, June 9
Cold
I have a cold and I'm miserable.
It's almost impossible to have a cold and be happy in the real sense of the word. Whenever I get a cold, I just mope around a lot.
Still, it can't last more than a couple of days. I can't wait for that glorious day when I'm completely hale and hearty again.
It's almost impossible to have a cold and be happy in the real sense of the word. Whenever I get a cold, I just mope around a lot.
Still, it can't last more than a couple of days. I can't wait for that glorious day when I'm completely hale and hearty again.
Saturday, June 5
Adventure
I've always wanted an adventure. Ever since the first book was put in my hands, I wanted to experience the exact same wonderful events as those lucky people in books seemed to be having.
Only, nothing seemed to be happening to me, and I decided, in the manner of Mohammed and the mountain, that I would go towards adventure myself if it did not deign to come to me.
So far, so good. Then came the vital question: how?
I cudgeled my brains for ideas, and a few did appear. I think my first attempt at actually doing something came when I convinced my neighbourhood friends that we ought to do a skit for our parents and general family during the summer vacation.
Well, we eventually thought of a skit, a nice comedy play, adapted into English from a sketch in a Tamil movie, and we began practising.
We decided to have some songs and dances thrown in as well, to spice up the event, and regardless of the fact that none of us knew the least thing about dance, began our rehearsals with earnestness.
I'd seen dances on TV, and some up close as well, and thought I had it pretty well figured out. So I was appointed 'dance teacher'. Since I was also one of the few that could sing, I had to provide the live music as well.
Yeah, it seems like I did nearly everything, but I guess I was the most enthused about the project. It helped that I was the second eldest in our group and the originator of the idea in the first place.
The day arrived. My mother had kindly supplied cake and other eatables, and the other parents chipped in as well, providing seating and paper cups and plates. We had it all down pat, each one had a specific job to do, and thankfully, there was no stage fright.
I think we did a lot of things that evening, but I can only remember the dance that we did, for which I sang, and for which there was general applause and even an encore (from my mother, who else?) and the grand item, the skit itself.
Well, to put it mildly, it was a disaster.
No one laughed the whole time we were performing it, which was mortifying. I think they would have laughed, just to support us as only family can , except they had no idea it was a comedy we were doing. Later, my mother told me she didn't understand what we were speaking at all. As for me, I knew the whole thing was flat in the first couple of minutes itself, and I was immensely relieved when we got it over with.
It was really embarrassing in a way, and we never tried anything like that ever again, though we had had a lot of fun during the rehearsals. I was sorely disappointed at the skit failing, because I'd completely loved it, plus I'd been the director( in case you didn't guess). I also acted in it, produced it and was the casting head as well. Talk about multi-tasking!
But even if the event fell flat, I'm glad I went and actively did something instead of just sitting and moaning about how interesting life was in books and how nothing like that ever happens outside.
So it was a success in a way!
Only, nothing seemed to be happening to me, and I decided, in the manner of Mohammed and the mountain, that I would go towards adventure myself if it did not deign to come to me.
So far, so good. Then came the vital question: how?
I cudgeled my brains for ideas, and a few did appear. I think my first attempt at actually doing something came when I convinced my neighbourhood friends that we ought to do a skit for our parents and general family during the summer vacation.
Well, we eventually thought of a skit, a nice comedy play, adapted into English from a sketch in a Tamil movie, and we began practising.
We decided to have some songs and dances thrown in as well, to spice up the event, and regardless of the fact that none of us knew the least thing about dance, began our rehearsals with earnestness.
I'd seen dances on TV, and some up close as well, and thought I had it pretty well figured out. So I was appointed 'dance teacher'. Since I was also one of the few that could sing, I had to provide the live music as well.
Yeah, it seems like I did nearly everything, but I guess I was the most enthused about the project. It helped that I was the second eldest in our group and the originator of the idea in the first place.
The day arrived. My mother had kindly supplied cake and other eatables, and the other parents chipped in as well, providing seating and paper cups and plates. We had it all down pat, each one had a specific job to do, and thankfully, there was no stage fright.
I think we did a lot of things that evening, but I can only remember the dance that we did, for which I sang, and for which there was general applause and even an encore (from my mother, who else?) and the grand item, the skit itself.
Well, to put it mildly, it was a disaster.
No one laughed the whole time we were performing it, which was mortifying. I think they would have laughed, just to support us as only family can , except they had no idea it was a comedy we were doing. Later, my mother told me she didn't understand what we were speaking at all. As for me, I knew the whole thing was flat in the first couple of minutes itself, and I was immensely relieved when we got it over with.
It was really embarrassing in a way, and we never tried anything like that ever again, though we had had a lot of fun during the rehearsals. I was sorely disappointed at the skit failing, because I'd completely loved it, plus I'd been the director( in case you didn't guess). I also acted in it, produced it and was the casting head as well. Talk about multi-tasking!
But even if the event fell flat, I'm glad I went and actively did something instead of just sitting and moaning about how interesting life was in books and how nothing like that ever happens outside.
So it was a success in a way!
Back to work
It's like the holidays lasted for such a short while. My school starts from Monday, and I don't want to go! Is it possible that 3 months have passed by so soon?
Let's see, how did I occupy my time? Read a lot of storybooks, watched plenty of movies, thought of weird things to do with my cousin, slept late, generally lazed around. Why can't it last forever?
I am really excited to go to school, mainly because I'm in 11th standard and I get to study the subjects of my choice. Humanities sounds so exciting! I can't wait to study psychology and sink my teeth into Economics.
And it's a new school of course, so I can get to make new friends as well. The school seems really nice, so I guess I don't have to worry on that count.
But I don't want Monday to arrive at all!!!!! I guess I'm a little nervous of how I'll do in a new school with a reputation of having a really tough syllabus, and whether I'll actually make any friends at all
Garfield was so right. Monday mornings are the worst.
Let's see, how did I occupy my time? Read a lot of storybooks, watched plenty of movies, thought of weird things to do with my cousin, slept late, generally lazed around. Why can't it last forever?
I am really excited to go to school, mainly because I'm in 11th standard and I get to study the subjects of my choice. Humanities sounds so exciting! I can't wait to study psychology and sink my teeth into Economics.
And it's a new school of course, so I can get to make new friends as well. The school seems really nice, so I guess I don't have to worry on that count.
But I don't want Monday to arrive at all!!!!! I guess I'm a little nervous of how I'll do in a new school with a reputation of having a really tough syllabus, and whether I'll actually make any friends at all
Garfield was so right. Monday mornings are the worst.
Comment, anybody?
It's a great feeling writing a blog. "Yes", I say, "my incredibly amazing writing will be read by millions of people who'll all say they love my witticism and fresh outlook on life and who'll make my blog really famous."
That's a great exaggeration, I know. To be frank, this thought was more in my dream list than any real, substantial hope.
But I did hope that I would get a few visitors at least, maybe a few comments. I was all agog with excitement when I checked back the next day, and there was nothing!
I guess even blogs need some good, solid advertising before people even come and glance over. But I swear, before a year is up, I'll have at least a 100 visitors :)
That's a great exaggeration, I know. To be frank, this thought was more in my dream list than any real, substantial hope.
But I did hope that I would get a few visitors at least, maybe a few comments. I was all agog with excitement when I checked back the next day, and there was nothing!
I guess even blogs need some good, solid advertising before people even come and glance over. But I swear, before a year is up, I'll have at least a 100 visitors :)
Tuesday, June 1
evasive action
I'm sitting in front of the computer and listening to some random songs. In 2 hours there's a chance I might have to go to my music class. I really have to practise before i go there, else I will definitely get humiliated in front of everyone, but by sitting here and looking busy and not thinking of it at all, I hope my mother will forget it too. *fingers crossed*
My music class has been a source of terror for me ever since i was a small kid. Not only do I nod off in whatever kutcheri my enthusiastic mother and grandma drag me off to, I'm under great difficulties not to nod off in my own class. I've been to 3 different teachers ever since I started at the tender age of 7, and i really don't know which is the worst.
Class 1: Grouped together with around 20 other students. Generally managed to blend in with the crowd during group singing, but when the time came to sing alone in front of the rest, nearly passed out. Torture repeated every tuesday and friday, no excuses. Thankfully, stopped that class ever since they started giving homework and exams(!), no less.
Class 2: The lone student in the class. Joined by two others a while later, a girl even more terrified than yours truly of singing alone, and another who hardly ever turned up. Bunked several classes on some pretext or the other. Finally, stopped classes altogether on excuse of exams( I was never so happy during the exam season :))
Class 3: Joined after two years of point-blank refusal, tantrums, excuses and even tears. Played the board exam trump-card. Sadly, even that failed to work. Only three students in class, one so good, the other two just copied whatever she sang as best as they could (I was one of those two, as you can guess). However teacher too smart for that. Made children sing alone in front of a huge crowd. Yours truly panicked and made a huge mess. Hopes never to go to music class ever again after fiasco.
Really, if she talks about having another public performance any time soon, I don't know what I'll do. Still trying to work my nerve up to the ordeal.
My music class has been a source of terror for me ever since i was a small kid. Not only do I nod off in whatever kutcheri my enthusiastic mother and grandma drag me off to, I'm under great difficulties not to nod off in my own class. I've been to 3 different teachers ever since I started at the tender age of 7, and i really don't know which is the worst.
Class 1: Grouped together with around 20 other students. Generally managed to blend in with the crowd during group singing, but when the time came to sing alone in front of the rest, nearly passed out. Torture repeated every tuesday and friday, no excuses. Thankfully, stopped that class ever since they started giving homework and exams(!), no less.
Class 2: The lone student in the class. Joined by two others a while later, a girl even more terrified than yours truly of singing alone, and another who hardly ever turned up. Bunked several classes on some pretext or the other. Finally, stopped classes altogether on excuse of exams( I was never so happy during the exam season :))
Class 3: Joined after two years of point-blank refusal, tantrums, excuses and even tears. Played the board exam trump-card. Sadly, even that failed to work. Only three students in class, one so good, the other two just copied whatever she sang as best as they could (I was one of those two, as you can guess). However teacher too smart for that. Made children sing alone in front of a huge crowd. Yours truly panicked and made a huge mess. Hopes never to go to music class ever again after fiasco.
Really, if she talks about having another public performance any time soon, I don't know what I'll do. Still trying to work my nerve up to the ordeal.
My first blog
I've created a blog at last! When i set out to create one, i had no idea how much time it would take to create one. i had no idea what to write in my profile- how much would be too much and how little too little? :)
I compensated by writing a little and filling what i perceived as extra space with exclamation marks and a few smileys. As for the about me space, i totally went into panic mode. A few direct questions I can answer, like my favourite books, but i had no idea what to write about myself generally. So i guess that will remain blank for a while till I can really do justice to it.
I compensated by writing a little and filling what i perceived as extra space with exclamation marks and a few smileys. As for the about me space, i totally went into panic mode. A few direct questions I can answer, like my favourite books, but i had no idea what to write about myself generally. So i guess that will remain blank for a while till I can really do justice to it.
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