Saturday, December 19, 2009

Bonanza (Belly Dancer)

1. Put your iPod on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!
4. Tag 10 friends who might enjoy doing this as well as the person you stole it from.

Rules

IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?
The City - Joe Purdy

WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
Start Of Something New - High School Musical

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Lovely - Deep Side (AHAHAHA)

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
Strawberry Swing - Coldplay

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Yellow Submarine - The Beatles

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Hello - Lionel Richie

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Rumors - Lindsay Lohan

WHAT IS 2+2?
All I Want Is You - Barry Louise Polisar

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Smile Like You Mean It - The Killers

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Riots - Slumdog Millionaire (thought-provoking!)

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Aao Na

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Lonely No More - Rob Thomas (...)

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Naughty Girl - Beyonce (LOLOL but he's a guy?)

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Khuda Hafiz

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Chup Chup Ke

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Hips Don't Lie - Shakira (hope so!)

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Humma Humma

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Who Said - Hannah Montana (that I have this on my iTunes)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Circle of Life - The Lion King

WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
Feel Good Inc. - The Gorillaz

HOW WILL YOU DIE?
Love Me Do - The Beatles

WHAT IS ONE THING YOU REGRET?
Ishq Bina

WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
Dreams on Fire - Slumdog Millionaire (cruel!)

WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
Big, Blonde and Beautiful (reprise) - Hairspray

WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
Could Be Anything - The Eames Era :(

WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
Satrangi Re

DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
Chaiyya Chaiyya

IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
The Suggestion Box - Aqueduct

WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
Kaho Na Kaho

WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
Bonanza (Belly Dancer) - Akon

Saturday, November 28, 2009

The end of an era/ Portrait of a family

When did I stop crying everytime my mother did? As a child, her tears had the capacity to move me to the extent that I would burst into tears whenever she did. She was always smiling, and even if she got angry (which I don't remember happening when I was young), she never cried.

Of course, once or twice my brother and her fought to the extent when she cried from frustration or anger or sadness. But I was just the comforter, who brought her towels, remained her "reason for staying in the family", and reassured her.

What is it now? If I was to put a timeframe on it, we've been fighting viciously and with fits and starts for the last six months. Maybe it's moving (as she vehemently insists) to a new environment. But I think it's about my growing up. Whatever the reason, we get into fights. She nags (often for a legitimate reason), I don't agree, and we end up fighting. I needle her, she gets frustrated and tries to hurt me, and it inevitably ends in tears (usually hers). When they're tears of sadness, I sometimes try and comfort her. But otherwise I just get more angry.

The thing is, our fights aren't simple any more. I can't tell whose fault it is each time, or when it begins to go wrong, and I can't stop myself from getting angry, or responding to her remarks. I justify it to myself, she's older than me, shouldn't she be mature? She gets angry. My dad gets the blame by virtue of his being like-minded with me, and he unconsciously sides with me sometimes. But he's a patient man, usually. I wonder if now they're together because they don't want to let go of habit? No, that's too negative. They're excited when they're with each other, and the real problem in their relationship is the children and their differing parenting styles. She does end up being over-emotional and over-angry. She resorts to threats, because she feels she isn't being heard, or appreciated, or even noticed. He doesn't nag about everything, usually because he leaves it to her. He's more relaxed and jokey, but when he gets angry he gets angry. Neither method really produces results in getting us children to do whatever they're trying to get us to do (usually something that's right). Are we spoilt?

My brother's left, and is rarely in contact. That sounds worse than it is, he's just caught up in college life and remaining in touch with us isn't his first priority. He's always apologetic when he eventually calls.

The fights between me and my mother have reached the extent to which I don't even care any more. When she threatens to leave the house, when she tells me I take every opportunity to put her down, when she tells me I don't love her any more, when she scratches me or tries to hit me (in moments of extreme anger), when she complains how I spend no time with her any more - I just listen. Actually, this may be wishful thinking on my part. I usually argue back. Which leads to more fighting. The thing is, I don't believe her insults, but she takes mine completely to heart. And today, when she cried, it didn't affect me at all. I felt a little sorry, this was obviously her way of coping with the situation, but I made no move to comfort her. My father did, and was pushed away. I wonder how they stay together.

When did my mother become the enemy?

What do we fight about? What happens is that small fights always turn into bigger issues. My not doing exercise, or not studying properly, or not doing college essays properly, or not talking to her enough, or being rude, or her issues with her mother-in-law and my perceived defending of her or whatever. It always turns into a bundle of all the issues jumbled up together into a big mess of screaming and hurtfulness and crying and rudeness.

This may be bias on my part, but I feel that the blame lies largely with her. Her turning one issue into many. (My rudeness). Her anger. (My refusal to comply with her demands). Her hysteria and unwillingness to change her mind or compromise about even one little thing. (My provocation).

This post has more questions than answers, as my mind does currently. It's abrupt and without explanation. But I feel a little clearer. Maybe I should suggest writing out the issues as a solution to the family?

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Muse (ings)

This post was meant to be whiny and moany (in a non-sexual way, of course). I was bummed (for a reason I will come to properly later) and wanted to use this as a way to vent, having probably tired my friends of listening to me over-analyze the same issues over and OVER again.

But then yesterday, I took a look at my old diary (for reasons I will come to later). And another diary in which I had written in detail about the 'tropical island holiday' (see this post for details), and they helped.

Let me explain. As usual, it's related to X. This is possibly a little sad, but believe me, I'd give anything to be able to feel the same way about someone else. I think it's just because he's nice, smart, reasonably attractive (not even my own opinion), and actually talks to me. It's not that guys in school ignore me, but I talk to them on a very superficial level. And I know I'm awkward and a little prickly. Which is why I'm waiting until I get to college (I'm a senior now!).

He was in town with his school for a few days (for a reason too specific to be mentioned here). And for the first two days he was here, I was at the same place he was - for a competition of sorts (again, too specific), but didn't make a serious attempt to look for him. I REALLY wanted to, but tried to restrain myself. I knew where he was, but didn't end up bumping into him. There were 1060 people there, after all. And that's only participants.

But there was a 'Social' where I walked past him, and called out. He did a double-take. He needed to go get food, so he said he'd come find me later. He actually did. We had an intense three-minute conversation about colleges, family, and nothing much. But I remembered EVERYTHING that had happened.

Somewhat depressed. At intervals. Nothing serious. But slightly low moods. And a lot of wallowing in memories. Back to the diaries. Reading over them convinced me he may have liked me at one point in time. As for present feelings, they are a mystery. There is much 0ver-analyzing on my part. This blog helped too, this morning when I was upset. It also made me think that perhaps I'm not as bad a writer as I assume. I'm not as average as I thought I was at writing. So this blog has achieved its purpose. It has been cathartic.

P. S. - I've been working on this entry pretty much over the course of the day, while I procrastinated at doing other things, and worked for a bit. I chatted with him for a while too, mostly on my part. He did ask me why I didn't dance with him though. Made my day :) Despite later reassurance (as part of a discussion) that dancing one-on-one wasn't necessarily romantic.

Friday, August 21, 2009

I'm not!

DisorderRating
Paranoid:Low
Schizoid:Low
Schizotypal:Low
Antisocial:Low
Borderline:Low
Histrionic:Low
Narcissistic:Low
Avoidant:Low
Dependent:Low
Obsessive-Compulsive:Low

-- Personality Disorder Test --
-- Personality Disorder Information --




My friend thinks this is a false result, but I think she's just jealous. :)

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Holidays

Hi there!

I've recently been on a holiday with my family, and we managed not to kill each other while we were there. I won't bore you (and guilt myself) by telling you about the amount of work I've come back to, and the fact that I haven't started it yet, but I will tell you about certain brilliant aspects of my holiday (forget jetlag).

Firstly, I met adorable cats (2) and dogs (5, I think) that belonged to people we met on our holiday (friends of my parents). It was amazing living in a house with pets, almost made me feel like I had one. Side note: have been begging my parents for a dog for last 8 years at least, but have now given up and decided to get them after I move out. It would kill me to have a dog for a year and then go away to college and not spend time with it at all. I'll get one big dog (lab retriever) and one small one (undecided). Previously I had thought I would only get one, but dogs are much happier when they have a friend. One big dog because they're more active, playful and there's a lot of good press about how they're better with families (while writing this I realized my experiences with big dogs are mixed, and the only real reason I can think of currently is Marley and Me). One small dog because they're adorable, and easier and cheaper to take care of (I'm basing this on the two small dogs I met - a cocker spaniel-poodle mix, and an unknown breed with some terrier in him).

Secondly, I visited colleges. Not much to say about this.

Thirdly, I don't know what it was, but I somehow felt attractive on this trip. At home, and at school, I sometimes feel as though guys never look at me or think I'm pretty like they do in books, with the consequence that my self esteem is pretty low. I know this sounds weird, but I'm honestly not ugly, and at times I can be pretty. I'm not talking about my attitude or anything (which is prickly and awkward) but just the initial look and reaction. And my self esteem has been given a major boost this trip (let's see how long it lasts) by the fact (real or imagined) that I could see guys looking at me (some days more than others) in what I think was an appreciative way. It sounds so silly when I type it that I can barely do so, but I have to say it because it was amazing to have guys (really or not) looking at me and checking me out.

It's strange how small things can make your day. When I was at a museum we visited, I was (discreetly, I thought) looking at a guy as he passed me as we walked through a doorway in opposite directions and he smiled at me! He wasn't smiling earlier and then he smiled. I don't think he was smiling at anyone else because there was no one behind me, so I must assume he was smiling at me. He was semi-cute, probably younger than me, but it made my day. I saw him with his family later and immediately sat down and started a pointless conversation with my father (whom he had been sitting next to) about the universities we had visited that day. He didn't really look at me or vica versa, but it didn't affect the fact that my day had been made.

God bless America!

Monday, June 15, 2009

Dear X

Dear X,

If you don't like me, can you stop visiting? I don't like how you mess up my mind every time you come so that I feel like I like you. I don't like being depressed the day after you go, and I don't like being on tenterhooks about when you'll visit again. I know it only lasts for a week, tops, but I hate that week. I just had one of the worst days I've ever had because you left this morning and I couldn't focus in school, and I wondered if I had said good-bye properly and then I thought of all the things I wanted to say to you but didn't or couldn't.

I wanted to tell you to call when you visit next, and to go to the US for university. I wanted to tell you that I liked you but I won't. Unless we meet in 2 years, without family or parents, and you don't have a girlfriend. And then I'll say I used to. Because it's probably just me, but I don't want to wonder for the rest of my life what might have been.

I think it's sad that every time you visit I think that I like you. Because as far as I can see, although you're a nice guy, you're not the kind of person who magnetically attracts girls. You're not gorgeous, but I finally get why people like ugly guys (not that you are). It's because when I like you, unlike when I like other people, looks don't matter. But every time you come visit, even for two days, I like you. And I become needy and depressed (although hopefully you don't realize it, as I think I've done a better job of concealing it this time).

Do I love you? I haven't been able to sleep properly for the last few days (but not because I'm dreaming of you - although I did, that's not the reason I haven't slept), I can't focus in school after you left this morning, and I fall for you every time I visit. One of my friends thinks I do. But love is a big word, and I forget you soon enough.

Today, I had one of the worst days of my life because I said goodbye to you in the morning. And I can't get over it.

I should be working, but all I can think about is you.

Could you like me? Please? And could you tell me? I'm sure our families would be happy if we were a bit older, but they like each other already. And that'll stop me from wondering. Although I'll probably miss you more when you do leave. But you do things which make me like you. Like giving up FIFA 09 because I wanted to play cards (that is honestly the nicest thing that anyone has done for me recently). Like taking what I'm holding in my hand if I'm looking tired. Like listening if I order you around. Like looking at me sometimes when you think I don't notice (I'm not sure if this one is true, but I do see it sometimes). Like how you're interested in what I'm saying, and how you tease me.

I know it's stupid, but when I look straight into your eyes (which I find hard to do most of the time) I can actually feel my stomach fluttering. I'm much more casual with you now - I smack you and lean on you and push you, but I'm always aware every time we sit nearby and I know it.

So please don't visit. And if you do, then stay at least a month, tell me you love me and let me reject you.

I don't want you to be my first love, because it's probably not reciprocated and I don't want the story of my first love to be such a sad one.

Love (or crush),
Me

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CoSL_qayMCc

[I think you can tell what the last two days have been like from this mail]

Monday, June 1, 2009

Le (la?) vent

Okay, so here is where I draft a mail that I will be sending to a friend. She is my venting buddy, and I tell her everything. It's odd how our friendship sprang up. We met once at an event where we wrote each other notes (which she found hilarious! Although I've never thought of myself as a funny person). We then sent each other notes over Facebook, and somehow both of us ended up sending completely truthful, open notes about everything in our lives. I really value my friendship with her - it's different from what I have with everyone else (maybe because she lives a gazillion miles away and I'm not worried that she'll tell anyone or that she knows anyone I know - although actually she does, but that's a story for another time) - I tell her everything. And we don't have the same kinds of jokes I have with my other friends either!

Okay, this has turned into completely the opposite of what I expected. More later. I made up the fight with my mom.

Friday, May 29, 2009

Snippy and Snoppy

Excuse the ridiculous title, I wanted something original expressing small, irritating things. Such as the numerous fights I have been having with my mother recently. It's just small things which start up. I can't even honestly tell who causes them any more, or whose fault they are. They're small fights, and they become things where we don't talk to each other except to make bitchy comments or be rude.

The thing is, I'm not sure if it's because I'm saying this, but I really think most of them are her fault. She is extremely bitchy and rude when angry, refuses to be criticized at all (not even about food she cooks), and is loud and authoritarian.

Maybe she's menopausal.

(It should be noted I'm still fighting with her at the moment, in a bad mood, and listening to my brother, father and mother fight at the moment)

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Teenage Girl Time

So, I'm sorry to say this because I sound absolutely pathetic and stupid, for someone who got 2300 on the SATs (I must tell everyone!) but the following must come out.

I spoke to D today!!!!! For about 2 seconds. We were at a school event - graduation - and working at the drinks table with about 15 other people and I gave him a drink to put on his tray and he said "Can you give me one that's more filled?" or something of the sort, and I said "Sorry," and gave him another glass. He said "Thanks," and I pretended to be cool but I was SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEing inside. I sound totally sad and stalker-like but honestly his looks somehow have the weirdest effect on me. It's like X, but at least D is much better looking! He could ACTUALLY be a movie star.

Speaking of which, X is visiting soon. His family will be staying with us and I'm praying that I will not feel anything for him. D actually helps in that way. I know that nothing will ever happen with D but he's like a placebo. UGH I sound so terribly sad.

But I'm not that sad. Today evening I went for a party where there were moderately good looking guys but the party was awfully awkward and we didn't talk (not that we normally would have). After that I went with my friends to a restaurant (really more of a bar) and some guys who I didn't really know joined us. We ordered a few drinks (everyone was really nice about the fact that I don't drink and just accepted it) and I was a bit upset cause I wanted to spend some time with my friends, but after that more guys joined me and my 3 other girlfriends (not in a lesbian way) and it grew slightly better. I was surprised to find the guys actually knew my name (of course I knew theirs, I'm observant about people in general) and we had a decent time. I'm not used to hanging out with guys in a casual way and it was good! Guys do make good friends. The thing is, though, I'm not really interested in any of those guys, and although they're what might be considered semi-"popular" I don't think of them in that way. So no actual romantic opportunities there.

It's sad how sometimes (despite the fact that I think I'm a strong, fulfilled girl) I feel like I need a boyfriend. Someone to cuddle with and who would understand me perfectly. I cannot wait for college (but just for that, I don't want to leave my friends) sometimes.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Rant time

For other reference, I have a Fanfiction account (xyzisme), a DeviantArt account of the same name, but I'm not going to link to this there, because people there actually read my profile/ stories. Oh well, this is kind of like my online diary.
 
I only have the Fanfiction and Deviantart accounts because I was bored on the internet and Kim Possible stories on Fanfiction, so I was led to Zutara, which slowly led me to need to have an account on dA to be able to read, follow and comment on more Zutara. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, that's okay. It's probably better that way. I also love SasuSaku and NaruHina from Naruto. (This is more for me than for you imaginary readers).

 
Anyway, what I originally was going to write about but completely got sidetracked from was about my new amour. Well, not so much, you know me. Let's call him D, for dream. He's one of a number of new kids who joined school is August. He's a boarder. He's part German, Japanese and American (USA, of course), and is absolutely gorgeous. Any girl would love to have him, but somehow I find him especially attractive. Maybe because he resembles what I think Zuko or Sasuke would look like in real life. Maybe because he's just good looking. But somehow, after the first time I noticed him, I was immediately in like. Of course, I have never spoken to him, he is in none of my classes, and since this is real life, if he found out I harbored feelings for him, he would think I was some random stalker. If he even knew who I was.

He has a girlfriend. Guys like him always do. He's not popular, but he likes partying, loves his music (can't be seen without a pair of headphones on his neck or ears), and has a good many friends. His girlfriend is a girl I used to like and somewhat know. She is extremely popular, intelligent, and although she's not in any of my classes either, I used to like her. Obviously not like like her, but I thought she was one of the 'populars' who was actually nice.

Sadly enough, I am not a big enough person to be happy for her or ignore the fact that they're in a relationship. They're one of our grade's most demonstrative couples (not for PDAs, but for the sheer amount of time they spend together, and for the fact that they cannot be seen out of each others company). My feelings for her have turned into a slight contempt and dislike, which I know is wrong but is made easier by the fact that I don't have to see her in person any more (in classes or otherwise). I reproach myself for them, I know they're wrong, but I can't help feeling them. Still, I feel glad for the fact that she doesn't know about them. No matter how much I believe the fact that she is drifting away from her friends or that her grades are suffering because she can't drag herself away from D, it's not true. I don't know whether I'm glad about that or not.

Obviously, I hope for some miracle. Some movie scenario where we will find we are perfect for each other. But life (even though it is not as hard for me as it is for some) teaches me every day that this does not happen. I realized yesterday that his girlfriend is probably his Katara. If it was a high school movie of the kind I indulge in, she would be the popular, intelligent girl who finds the shy boy. Of course, I am pretty much stuffing them into cliches. They're not exactly like that. But they're very happy together and I would never dream of trying to break them up. I'm not capable of such a thing (I don't mean morally, I'm not sure about that, but I mean logistically. I wouldn't have the first idea of how to go about such a thing).

I find this whole thing strange and confusing too. It's not like me to fall for a guy who I don't know at all, and who literally doesn't know I exist. He probably doesn't even recognize my face. Don't get me wrong, this isn't because I don't go for crushes which are hopeless, in fact that seems to be the only kind I'm good at. It's just because I'm normally more sensible. I thought I didn't like guys who had girlfriends. At least he's not the typical totally popular kind who ALL the girls want. That's a slight step up.

When did I become such a sad person?

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Yes Yes

Flay me all you want, non-existent readers, but I have all right to live my life.

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