Exhibit me!!

There are some times in the school year when all the normal functions of school life are suspended......
one such is exhibition..........
exhibition is mega-bunk time.....
it's the time when teachers don't bother coming to class cuz they're too busy......
it's the time when everyone's busy or bunking.....
it's the time when i traditionaly go nuts.
stark raving bonkers.
i tend to get all hyped n do mad stuff like..........um....special for the year, wrap a ribbon around my waist. the idea??
"I'm a birthday gift. Is it your birthday?" (gives sexy looks to people)
last year i spray-painted my hand silver. it looked damn hot, but was a pain to wash off.
this year sid wrote my name on my arm with silver marker.....
anyway, i have to leave now, i have to reach at 4.30....damn i'm gonna be busy, what with my superballs physics project (balls to you!! lot of scope for humor with superballs....) and roaming around and checking out stuff.....
wheeeeee!!
all the bunking gave me time to sit n have long chats with venky, about nothing in particular.
yay.
gtg, my mom's kinda pissed.

Shopping spree!!

This might turn out to be a rather boring post.....
So after tuts i went off to spend my dussera money, and as i always love to do, i picked up a couple of cute items n tried them on.
gold sequined tube top and a tiny skirt....
and for once i was actually happy with the way i looked....
though i have to say, tube tops, especially sequin-encrusted ones, are a pain to try on............because the sequins rub against you, and it can get painful....

more exciting than this.............
i think we have the beginnings of a new blogger couple............
aah love....
so sweet, so beautiful.....

Shimmy

So there i was in a room in a school in Sohar (that's where our camp was), in the dark, watching.
Watching them dance. shake. Grind.
move in ways i'd never thought possible.....
and the inferiority complexes all come rushing back.....
even tho i know i'm so much better than all these people.....in every way...
except this.
i watch them, their waists, their hips, moving with such perfection..........so much that i nearly get turned on while thinking how any guy would love to be here....
why do i do this to myself?


the rest of camp was fun.......walks on the beach......card games, timepass....
failed attempts at cooking...
all the stuff that makes life fun

!

Camp!
yay!
I will be back on fri eve..........very tired.
watch out.

Dance dance, we're falling apart...lalaalaa

Zing-boom-swirl.......
Shit my head's swirling, i so need a break and the music's so loud...
but what the hell!!
So with much persuasion i reached the dandiya grounds at 10 pm, only to find the garba still on, and I canNOT dance garba for nuts.
so what does one do...?
One socializes, and that's what i did.
went hunting for various people, found them, talked, complimented, recieved compliments......
Met an old friend who, surprisingly deigned to talk to me properly (didn't think he would, he'd just seen my obnoxious bitchy side, but there you go) and i'm glad he did.....
Met kay roaming around with her various micelles (more about her later)....
Met, oh, lots of people.......
And FINALLY the dandiya starts and we're dancing...and next to us, the hotguyz are dancing like the total maniacs that they are.....
lol lol
Dance dance dance, clack boom swirl ouch! (i tend to be rather destructive with the sticks)
Damn it was fun, that's all i can say..........
and then they took a break, and after the break i looked up hotguy1 (the one who's my friend) and danced with him for a while, before he ended up ditching me for the girl i was dancing with before (edit: not kay!)....(there i KNEW they had something going)
and danced with her for quite a long time.
while i? i stood, with my dizziness, waiting for the world to stop spinning......
dyamnn
Ah well all good things must come to an end, and this did when mom suddenly materialized in the middle of the crowd to drag me home.
sigh.
As prophecied, i had dandiya dreams.
beautiful ones.
Now i need them to come true.....

Profoundity....

So after my Sawadi trip yesterday, we hurriedly formed plans to go watch Laaga Chunari Mein Daag.
Due to cancellations after i bought the tickets, we had an extra, so i called a friend to ask if she wanted it.
" Are you crazy, you're actually gonna watch that??", she said," Does the name not tell you what it's like??"

Let me tell you, it surpassed all my expectations.
For one, there was not a single distasteful sex scene, even though the movie was about a Benarasi girl who becomes an escort due to desperation. Instead, it went deeper into the emotional aspect of the thing....

And i now have a new respect for every single 'escort', call girl and sex-worker in this cruel world. For who knows what reasons they have....
No one should have to do this, to put themselves through physical and emotional hell, every single day......

oh dammit just watch the movie, will you?

And She's back!!

With a beautiful new keyboard!! totally functional, sleek, black, and all for the dirt-cheap price of 2 rials (equivalent to about 200 rupees)!!! Ain't that just great??
And perfectly timed too, cuz if i had written just one more sentence with my defunct keyboard, my readership would have gone back to zero.
aaah....sweet joys of life.

So!
What with defunct keyboards and Eid holidays, my life's been rocking like a geologist's sample box..........

There y'go.
Went to the beach yesterday....kinda out of the way, to this place called sawadi beach, cuz the one in the city is Gonu-ravaged and the roads are still not repaired....
Ah, the beach....so long since i've been to a beach, even though the nearest one is just a 20 minute drive away from home....
So i went, walking on hot sand, gazing out at the cool blue water, watching all my friends fool around in the water (wearing jeans that too, and here was me in shorts and a halter thing :) ) and calling out to mee (so long i resisted...i don't like wet clothes....in fact, i HATE wet clothes!)...
So i thought, What the Hell, and i shed all my inhibitions (though not my clothes) and waded in.....

You know the thing about the water? Once you're in, you can't get out. So cooling, beautiful, tranquil.....
i tried to float...ended up with salt water in my mouth, nose eyes....ouch....

Suffice it to say i had fun....
YAY!! i Love Eid holidays....

Coded

Afte5fr m7hy ke7yhboa5frd gets bette5fr, 8ki shall tell 7hyou all wh7hy 8ki th8kink facebook sucks. please 5frem8kind me.
thank 7hyou.
hope m7hy ke7hyboa5frde gets bette5fr soon....o5fr gets 5freplaced.

Things that fascinate me

1. The human mind
2. Cats
3. Light-eyed people (anything other than a very dark brown, starting hazel to grey to blue, all of them mesmerise me....unless they're contact lenses)

4.Books. All books.
5.The Internet.
6. Interesting Strangers
7. Gender discrimination....Why??

And a lot of other things i can't think of rite now.....

Raging Hormones

This post is about a boy.
He joined my class a few weeks ago.He used to be in my school, then he left. Went to Dubai.....
To a non-coed school....
And then came back.....
The three years of being in dubai, deprived of girls, have finally pushed him over the line into insanity, so much so he doesn't know what to do around them, and ends up doing too much!!

I mean, what is it with that guy??
He's exhibiting total stalker behaviour with this girl he used to know before he left. He wouldn't even go away when she needed to discuss private matters with her friends...
" I'm not going, I want Siham!"', he said.
urgh.

He sat next to this girl one day, and he sang to her. Hindi love songs. kept singing. He thinks he's oh-so-great, but he's not.
He''s getting ragged all right....

Ah well, he went to 12A, and he pointed to this girl, and asked her best friend (who, by the way, is a guy, 6ft tall, twice his size)....who's the hot babe? i'm really fascinated.
he also asked to take a photo of her.

Done. Finished, over. the ruthless cycle of ISM begins, weeding out those we deem unfit to be in society, weeding out the menaces, cuz he is truly a menace to the female population......

will keep ya posted

S7ymptoms of an a8il8ing ke7yboa5rd....

Ok, 8it's not that bad, w8ith some pa8inful effo5rt and mousewo5rk all the unwanted numbe5rs can be ed8ited out....
but 8it 8IS a pa8in, 7you have to adm8it....
The f8i5rst s7ymptom we sa7y was that the caps lock ke7y d8idn't wo5rk. Afte5r a wh8ile we d8iagnosed the p5roblem.....wate5r 8in the ke7yboa5rd.
S8ince then, we have seen mo5re of these s7ymptoms of an a8il8ing ke7yboa5rd...

The delete ke7y wo5rks as capslock.
The capslock ke7y, of cou5rse,5refuses to funct8ion.
So does the 5r8ight a5r5row ke7y.

T5r7y8ing to t7ype ce5rta8in capt8ital lette5rs -i've t5r8ied a and 5r t8ill now- makes me lose about a l8ine and a half of text, wh8ich 8i can't 5rep5rod8uce us8ing an7y ke7y sho5rtcuts.

Ce5rta8in othe5r cap8ital lette5rs --most of them, actuall7y--d5r8ives the text back b7y a l8ine. so 8if 8i want a gap between l8ines 8i have to p5ress ente5r tw8ice.

We8i5red we8i5rd we8i5rd.

T5r7y8ing out th8ings to see what p5roduces what onl7y 5results 8in new and d8iffe5rent spec8ial effects. the ones wh8ich caused me to lose tex5r have been ed8ited out of th8is post,

Appa5rentl7y ke7yboa5rds a5re qu8ite ha5rd to 5repa8i5r, so we'll have to go 8in fo5r a totall7y new one 8i th8ink.....
So t8ill then....
C8iao....

Sorry!

Uninspired n bored, Your Myst will be back soon. also rather busy. love u all

Kids are Safe?

Found on The Mad Momma....is tragic really....i just had to repost it.


McDonalds, Ikea, Go Banannas, Discovery Zone... All places with ball pits in the children's play area. One of my sons lost his watch, and was very upset. We dug and dug in those balls, trying to find his watch. Instead, we found vomit, food, faeces and other stuff I do not want to discuss. I went to the manager and raised hell. Come to find out, the ball pit is only cleaned out once a month. I have doubts that it is even done that often.

My kids will never play in another ball pit.
Some of you might not be parents, but you may have nieces, nephews, grandchildren, or friends with children.
My name is Lauren Archer. On October 2nd, 1999 I took my only sonKevin to McDonald's for his 3rd birthday. After he finished lunch, I allowed him to play in the ball pit. When he started whining later on, I asked him what was wrong, he pointedto the back of his pull-up and simply said "Mummy, it hurts." Icouldn'tfind anything wrong with him at that time. I bathed him when we got home,and it was at that point when I found a welt on his left buttock.

Upon investigating, it seemed as if there was something like a splinter under the welt. I made an appointment to see the doctor the next day, but soon he started vomiting and shaking, then his eyes rolled back into his head. From there, we went to the emergency room. He died later that night. It turned out that the welt on his buttock was the tip of a hypodermic needle that had broken off inside.The autopsy revealed that Kevin had died from a heroine overdose.

The next week, the police removed the balls from the ball pit. There was rotten food, several hypodermic needles: some full, some used; knives,half-eaten lollies, nappies, faeces, and the stench of urine. (You can find the article on Kevin Archer in the October 10,1999 issue of the Midland Chronicle.)
Don't think it's just McDonald's either. A little boy had been playing in a ball pit @ a Hungry Jacks and started complaining of his legs hurting. He later died too. He was found to have snake bites all over his legs and buttocks. When they cleaned the ball pit they found that there was a copperhead's nest in the ball pit. He had suffered numerous bites from a very poisonous snake.

Repost this if it scares the crap out of you!! Repost this if you care about kids!! Please forward this to all loving mothers, fathers and anyone who loves and cares for children!! What has this world come to?? If a child is not safe in a child's play area then where??

Running Girl

I have finally managed to overcome my stagnation.....
went to school today evening for a run...(finally the school-team athletes all get their lazy asses working...)
The run-cum-jog plus a lot of stretching has left me very tired indeed.
I shall go back tomorrow.
ah well
it's good to be back, innit?

State of mind

Happiest when I'm sleeping,
within myself, alone, away
from the deception and the lies,
the anger, the depression.
In my own bliss, away from those
who pull me down.
I'm rising.
into my dreams
into my happiness
with people I love.
Don't know Don't care about anything else
about the world outside
Ignorance is bliss.



I'm not as depressed as this makes me seem...I was just very very sleepy.