but now I'm back to my blog again, and I'm using it as a means to keep away my boredom and keep me awake so I'll be able to actually study something and not have to lie when my parents come back and ask if I've studied. All this thanks to my exams starting day after.
But to deviate:
Psychology is fun- I love doing the project we were set. We had to pounce on some hapless victim (a.k.a the subject) and perform an experiment for advertisement recall- presenting a series of ads very fast one after the other, to see which was the most eye-catching. Well, that wasn't the project exactly but that's how I did it. I even repeated it thrice till my mother, who'd sweetly volunteered to be the subject, got quite bored and recommended me to my sister instead. I found that a good idea and I performed the experiment twice on her and once on my grandfather. No one could accuse me of not throwing my heart into the project.
One small problem though. I've lost the sheet I recorded my results on. So I've to do it all over again.
:) Yeah!
Saturday, July 24
Sunday, July 4
That green aerosol spray
I've dyed my hair green.
:)
At least a part of it though.
But it isn't permanent.
Actually, it's supposed to be streaked green. I did it in a moment of madness during my school fete yesterday.
It still seems weird to me that I, of all people, am going about with coloured hair. Especially green!!!
I'm reminded of Anne (of green gables) now. She too dyed her hair green with three significant differences.
A- She actually wanted it to be black (not that I wanted green myself)
B- Her dyeing was permanent (Mine, hopefully, is temporary)
C- She looked at her hair with horror and many bitter tears (I'm full of stunned wonder and more than a little amused)
Actually, my hairs looks completely freaky, and feels like cardboard too. But it's also pretty good to look at. I'm going to take a photo of my hair and keep it safe by to look at the next time I get all impulsive and hot-headed. Maybe I'll even upload it here!
:)
At least a part of it though.
But it isn't permanent.
Actually, it's supposed to be streaked green. I did it in a moment of madness during my school fete yesterday.
It still seems weird to me that I, of all people, am going about with coloured hair. Especially green!!!
I'm reminded of Anne (of green gables) now. She too dyed her hair green with three significant differences.
A- She actually wanted it to be black (not that I wanted green myself)
B- Her dyeing was permanent (Mine, hopefully, is temporary)
C- She looked at her hair with horror and many bitter tears (I'm full of stunned wonder and more than a little amused)
Actually, my hairs looks completely freaky, and feels like cardboard too. But it's also pretty good to look at. I'm going to take a photo of my hair and keep it safe by to look at the next time I get all impulsive and hot-headed. Maybe I'll even upload it here!
The happiest things 2
This title sounds like a sequel to some ultra-successful movie :)
I love lists. I love making them, but it is annoying when I don't get to finish them completely. That's not about to happen to this one though. There are just so many things to be happy about. I'm not in an annoyingly cheerful optimistic mood (I hope). I'm just trying to successfully apply some principles I recently learned from a book that our life is mainly determined by the quality of our thoughts. So I've decided I'm going to be happy from now on, and I'm sure it's going to work!
Back to my list. I've to start from fourteen:
14) Dressing up(complete with accessories and make-up)
15) Studying something even if you don't have to: especially if you don't have to
16) Winning!
17) Freshly shampooed hair
18)Creating/inventing something
19) Pretty shoes
20) Cute names
21) A smile
22) Packing for a holiday trip
23)A gift-wrapped present or hamper
24) Seeing someone's eyes light up at the sight of you
25) Volunteering for something!
This is by no means all. But I'll continue the rest later I think. Probably 25 more. Maybe I'll keep adding more and more, bits and pieces whenever I think of it, and I'll suddenly find one day I've written a thousand!
That would be truly magical.
I love lists. I love making them, but it is annoying when I don't get to finish them completely. That's not about to happen to this one though. There are just so many things to be happy about. I'm not in an annoyingly cheerful optimistic mood (I hope). I'm just trying to successfully apply some principles I recently learned from a book that our life is mainly determined by the quality of our thoughts. So I've decided I'm going to be happy from now on, and I'm sure it's going to work!
Back to my list. I've to start from fourteen:
14) Dressing up(complete with accessories and make-up)
15) Studying something even if you don't have to: especially if you don't have to
16) Winning!
17) Freshly shampooed hair
18)Creating/inventing something
19) Pretty shoes
20) Cute names
21) A smile
22) Packing for a holiday trip
23)A gift-wrapped present or hamper
24) Seeing someone's eyes light up at the sight of you
25) Volunteering for something!
This is by no means all. But I'll continue the rest later I think. Probably 25 more. Maybe I'll keep adding more and more, bits and pieces whenever I think of it, and I'll suddenly find one day I've written a thousand!
That would be truly magical.
Tuesday, June 29
The happiest things, in small packages
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!
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!
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!
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