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Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Waterloo =D

“Waterloo - knowing my fate is to be with you. Waterloo - finally facing my waterloo…” An infamous song by the 70s pop group, ABBA. Also known as a main battle for Napolean (wonder if it too was about a lavatory...) These were the thoughts of a many residents in my city, where their water was shut down for 2 days – in short, no fresh food, bathing… or toilet water. Singing this song when the water comes back….

Hey, hello once again, invisible readers. Well, not much has happened except Diwali was two weeks ago, and we didn’t celebrate (thankfully) because we had three deaths in my family, and when someone dies in the Hindu community it means that your life must shut down because they’re dead and can’t celebrate anything. So basically we don’t celebrate anything for the next 365 days after their death. Oh joy…. Fasting totally sucked, because this year it ended the day before Diwali, so it was really a long struggle to eat meat. Oh, and I must tell you about my klutzy ways, especially the stupid sh*t that I did in the week of Diwali.
So, our sadistic municipality decided to shut down the water for 2 days in some random places in my city. So basically there was no water for their toilets, as the bitches in school were saying, hence the Waterloo song. I was watching TV on a Wednesday when our maid (whom I’m officially at war with, but that’s another story) came into the room and told me that our Egyptian neighbours received a phone call stating that our water was going to get cut. Here’s what happened:

Me: “Oh…. Okay…”

Her: “Ya, okay I’m going.”

Me: “Cut our water?! When?”

Her: “Now.”

People, that TV was switched off faster than you could say apple.bottom.jeans! I ran to the kitchen and desperately filled pots and jugs with water, all the while glancing at the microwave clock. I literally filled every single water bottle, jug and pots in that kitchen, including the kettle, and my grandfather filled two huge ass buckets with water too. I ran to go wash my hair in like five minutes, and as soon as I came out I continued filling items with water and covering them – with my dripping hair and soggy towel on. Meanwhile, the people in my house (and my visiting younger cousins) were looking at me like I was crazy, and like totally calm as if it was gonna be okay that they were gonna stink for the next two days. And my cousins were playing outside, getting sweaty and smelly – even though their water was shut off for three days already! Like, ew, dude! So anyway, we waited and waited, and they never cut it (fortunately) and I remember thinking to myself, “All we need now to make up for not getting our water cut is a power outage.” And guess what? Four hours later, the electricity cables in my street were stolen. I swear Murphy was an optimist….

Things at home aren’t that bad (LOL who am I kidding? My family makes the Osbournes look sane). It’s just one big fight after another, because it’s my fault I can’t see the future, smell chores or read minds. Sigh, but what can you do? Oh, and I wrote two new songs, not like it's gonna get me anywehre.... And like other stuff is happening with Hiro’s cousin and Chatz – they are finally going out! It was like a scene from Sex and the City, when that woman found out her friend was going to get married – finally. I literally screamed of joy on the inside. AND they had their first kiss! Sorry, I’m a hopeless romantic. Even with Charlie – no idea what’s going on with her love life, only time will tell. And with Hiro and Mahogany – apparently it’s non-existent now… And with Hiro’s other cousin and Jason X – like I said, I can’t see the future. And there are three sisters that are Hiro’s cousins. One is with Chatz, the other may be with Jason X – all we need now is a triplet bond with another guy friend of mine. Joy….

Exams are starting in two weeks for me, and so far, the timetable the government gave us sucks like a leech. Either way, I’m being optimistic (or trying to) with all the other occasional fights going on. Cos, the more you run from conflict, the sweatier you’ll be when it finally manages to slow you down and smack you on the head.

Current Mood: Unperturbed, which is unlike an energetic maniac like me =)

Current Music: “Work” by The Saturdays. This song just makes me want to get up and dance!
Current Quote: “Friendship is like peeing on yourself: Everyone can see it, but only you get the warm feeling that it brings.” Hehe….. =)


Signing out, as my mother puts it, an idiot

AKA Punk_Goddess

Keep smiling, cos Colgate needs the support

=) Mwa, happy reading
Me





Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Stand Up - or sit down and shut up

"Stand up, stand up. I’m trying hard to be myself again…" – Melee: An awesome turn-of-the-century soft rock band, implementing piano beats and electronic melodies.
A lot has happened, just basic small things that I didn’t think were worth mentioning in individual posts, but rather as a collection in one blog। The holidays began on the 23 September and I found out a renewed secret about one of my friends, whose name I shall not mention। Oh, and we’ve been fasting for almost two weeks, come tomorrow. My dad's cousin passed away on Saturday so that means that I’m gonna fast on meat for another 16 days, oh joy। One more month of no-meat Tuesdays, and I’m ready to convulse my insides. =) Care to watch? Just kidding, although that convulsing part does sound appealing now… Oh, and no to mention that my dad and I argue continuously over small things, mostly on the part of him, because everything is my fault. I’m not kidding, listen to this:
Exhibit A: My dad will walk down the stairs coming my granny’s house, then see me and tell me to go up and fetch her pressure machine. Or, we’ll be sitting in the television room and it’s raining heavily outside and it’s dark and late at night, and they tell me I must go outside and walk upstairs and lock up her house. Or they bring visitors home and they say, “She will make tea for you.” Then my mother will disappear into her bedroom, and my dad into his music lounge, and I’m left to explain to the visitors why there are no more biscuits for them, and I’m left to make eight cups of tea and three cups of coffee, and entertain adults four times my age.
Oh, oh, this is a good one, Exhibit B: When it’s light outside, which is sometimes five O’clock, I mustn’t switch on the lights, but when it’s five O’ five, and the lights aren’t switched on, then my TV privileges are taken away, and I’m becoming satanic। Satanic I tell you! LOL And if I don’t want to do Physics and Maths homework in the holidays, then I can’t watch TV। My dad wants me to do one module (That’s over 100 pages) of Physics daily। And I never hear the end of it। And I'm gonna say sorry to to my friends Jason X, Wicked, Charlie and everyone else, that if you call or visit me no one answers। We are probably home, my parents are either reading or watching TV and I’m in the bathroom trying to have a bath while they’re too lazy to answer the phone। I apologize for that... One more complaint and I promise I’ll be satisfied: There are papers all over the kitchen floor, the DVD’s that my parents watched are all over the house, the toys that my cousins played with are messed everywhere, my parents had a rough day at work, the phone is not working, my granny left the TV on the whole day, it’s raining, the dog ran out, the neighbours are making noise, the phone was not answered, the electricity bill is high and I wasn’t at home…। It’s my fault। He (my dad) wouldn’t even let me see my sister today, to help her move to her own apartment। Because my parents are using me to lure her back home, by rpeventing her from seeing me ever again. Wait, hold on, I have to go feed the dog before I get in trouble for leaving the windows to the outside open. Be right back……………………………….....................................................................................................................................……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
Back, and avoiding that old grump. My mother’s not even at home, and she’s being nicer to me than he is, which is really saying something.
Right, oh and I forgot to mention that my cousin’s cousin who’s not related to me (Thank heavens!) has started stalking me again (since I was 14), but this time it’s getting really uncomfortable and weird. (I shall show you a message on Monday Charlie). And luckily I didn’t go for my dad’s cousin’s funeral on Sunday, because he (stalker dude) was there. Luckily he lives 656 kilometers away! Phew! The only thing keeping me from running away is my lovely bedroom, and from crying and bashing my head into a tombstone is the fact that it could have been so much worse, and even though I now live in utter fear from my parents at home, I am grateful that I at least have a home and wonderful friends who think I’m exaggerating about all this, but they’re still there at least. Because I could have been a hooker by day and a teenage cook for my family at night, living on the dog’s scraps. But I’m fortunately not, and I’d rather get swearing for every little thing I do and be put down emotionally by my family and called stupid in front of my friends by my dad than any other way, because even through all this, I still feel blessed. And what Charlie Chick told me, that whatever happens in the end I am going to be successful, and whatever they said wouldn’t matter anymore, no matter how much they try and tell me I can’t do it, when I’m eventually successful, all of that won’t matter. So take it from me, no matter how hard it gets, you do what you gotta do to keep on surviving. Because, just because they are your parents, it doesn’t mean whatever they’re doing is right. But if I have to live in a house of conflict just to get into a good university in two years, then that’s what I gotta do. Because success is measured by what you had to give up to obtain it, and I’m gonna give up twelve years of my life and happiness, so that in the end, I can become a doctor and move out of this god forbidden country.


And speaking of Charlie Chick, she went to a local pool resort this weekend that passed, and I can’t wait to hear all about it! I’m missing her so much. And yesterday my parents, granny and I went to a mall to watch Fame, but the tickets were sold out and the movie company forgot to release that information. But I saw lots of hot guys there – mostly Indian (Bonus!!!) and I must say, it wouldn’t have been the same without Charlie there. But at least I saw Wicked as well, and for a few minutes we spoke. I’m serious, this navy BMW pulled up in front of me, and I swear it was like a movie. This really hot guy stepped out with his sister (I hope she was just his sister, LOL) and I mean, that was just at the entrance to the mall! Charlie says she was there as well, but I didn’t see her. I didn’t even know when she was getting back from that resort, but she returned a long time ago. I’m such a crappy friend. Sorry Charlie!
And I didn’t even get to see my sister today, cos of my parents. Oh joy.

Current Mood: I have no clue; I think I’m strangely happy.

Current Music: Nothing, before that man of a father swears me. But I got Agness, “Release Me” in my head. Cool tune. I wonder why, sounds very familiar to now…. Oh and for some reason that song reminds me of the colour lilac or purple, I don't know why.

Current Quote: “It’s only human to want to kill a beautiful thing…”
Oh, and I’m thinking of the song I wrote like last year, which pops into my head when I feel like my life sucks. It’s about realising that you should just move on, because it could be worse, and that you should find someone whom you can talk to and not hide what’s bothering you. LOL like me; when I’m down, I post my feelings on this lame blog for the whole world to see. LOL just kidding.

I gots to go do something productive, like my dad wanted me to make fries for lunch today, and didn’t tell me, then I got in trouble because he whispered it to the gardener outside the gate in another country and I didn’t hear but was somehow supposed to. Sorry God, my bad…

Three things I’ve learned today:
1. Always assume that when the DVD’s are left out, I must put all of them away, and accept all swearing I receive either way, for either putting them away or not doing that when I was supposed to.
2. Close the curtains and switch on the house lights only when it’s almost dark outside, and feed the dog momentarily. Get up 8am before they awake and watch as much TV as possible, eat breakfast and go on Facebook.
3. Get up early on the weekend, clean up after parents, neaten the TV room, make bed, do not have breakfast, wash dishes, wipe dishes, pack away dishes, offer parents tea or coffee, clean their utensils, bath dog, do not go on computer, allow parents to watch TV, make lunch for family, do not have a bath, always answer phone, do not go to the toilet, become psychic and know when the doorbell is about to ring and answer it, entertain guests, brush hair and do not ask for help with regards Physics.

Oh, and very important for anyone who wants to trade their life with me for a day: Never, and I mean ever, ask my parents to play Scrabble or cards with you, because even though they complain to visitors that I’m always in my room, which is actually not true, they want to believe that I don’t like spending time with them. So, when you do ask them to play a board game with you, which I do daily, they will scream at you saying that they had a hard they at work or that they’re busy and I must go away.

LOL it actually makes me laugh at the irony of the situation. I spend my whole life hearing my parents tell me to find myself, but now they tell me to get lost. That stalker dude gives me more attention than them, so I think I’ll go now and make supper or else…

Night Lads and Lasssies. And please, I know tonight’s blog sounds pathetic and pitiful, but believe me, I’m still happy. Ask Charlie, I’m like the walking happy emoticon that poops butterflies. LOL night guys, enjoy what’s left of the holidays =)

P.S., Wicked, Jason X and all the other people, when are we meeting up? Let me or Charlie know when and where. Thanks, I love you guys and I’m missing you alot! =)





Bye
Hooshya
Yours truly,
Punk_G0ddess in happiness. Oh, that rhymes! Yatsee! =) LOL Mwahza………

Sunday, August 23, 2009

21 (thousand) guns

“Do you know what's worth fighting for? When it's not worth dying for? Does it take your breath away? And you feel yourself suffocating… Does the pain weigh out the pride? And you look for a place to hide? Did someone break your heart inside? You're in ruins… One, 21 guns. Lay down your arms, give up the fight. One, 21 guns. Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I…” Greenday’s new single, “21 Guns”, justifies the strains of pure desperation and anguish in our lives. To be honest, I don’t really like their new sound, but just for today, this song randomly popped into my head for the above reason.
So, last week Saturday was the drama eisteddfod and as usual, I over exaggerate things in my mind. There was no competition. None. Zilch. Only four girls in the grade 11 division, and embarrassingly enough, Charlie Chick was with me when my “Drama deprived” mother decided to criticize me on my performance; in front of Charlie Chick. And, my unconventional parents tend to do things like that – in the mall no doubt. So, I think it was on Thursday 20 August that my dad started having an argument with me in front of my cousin on the way home from school. And then he called me a real stupid and insulted me as if she wasn’t even in the car, (Oh yeah, I’ve been staying after school for the past three weeks for house play practices). And then Tuesday is the elimination round for my house, and if we make it, four of the eight houses chosen at school get to perform at the finals on Thursday evening – and on Thursday afternoon I’m going for a day at that stupid university thing again. Phew! So, a lot is happening. Not to mention that I’m writing control tests as well.
Today was some lame Hindu religiong thing, because it wasn’t even two weeks since there were another two celebrations: Krishna Janmastami and Lakshmi Pooja. Now, today was Ganesha Pooja. Whoopee! And me, being the agnostic that I am (although the dictionary on Microsoft Word gives a synonym for “Agnostic” being atheist, that is so NOT true!!!), I really dreaded praying today. I’ve been studying the whole weekend, and now I must still get my act together and sing. (Oh, and there is no synonym for “synonym” on Microsoft Word, LOL.), which is just a random fact, but anyway. And I’m going on a bracket using spree today in the blog as you can see, and I know I’m using all of them incorrectly, but I don’t really give an elephant’s ass about my punctuation at this point in time. So my mother starts cooking early in the morning, and my grandparents weren’t even at home since Friday. Then I get up at about 9 and I have to wipe the dishes and start with the housework. So much for a lazy Sunday! Then I’m running up and down after that bitch’s ass cleaning stuff and making the prayer things ready and get swearing from both my parents. Then we start praying in the prayer room and I’m on the verge of tears because I really don’t want to do this but I’m forced to. Then my mother-bitch starts singing and my dad looks at the coconut and realizes it’s dirty on top. Then they start arguing about the damn thing (the coconut) and he goes to the kitchen to clean it again. And she tells me irritably if I don’t want to pray I must just go. Then she starts singing all over again and I have to pretend to believe in God, so I sing quietly with her, then her voice goes all weird and she just stops. Then she puts her head down and starts crying and walks away for no fucking reason at all. So I’m left there, standing in the prayer room and then I hear them in the TV room. And he asks her what happened and she’s all like nobody wants to pray, and she got up early to cook and nobody is interested in praying, blah blah blah. And then he says that he realizes that every time we have to pray we fight and he realizes it’s my fault. Then he walks into the lounge (which is facing the prayer room) and starts shouting me, saying everything is my fault, and I’m the reason we fight and like half-swears and you can see he’s trying real hard not to take my head and bash it into the tiled floor just like how my mother did to my sister the night she left. And then he walks away and I say I want to pray. Then I start crying and the phone rings and it’s his fucking stupid cousin, and I tell my dad the phone is for him and he answers it and tells his stupid cousin everything. And how I want to pursue a “Christian faith.” And that I’m too westernized. Hell, I don’t even believe in my own God, why the fuck would I believe in Jesus. Then for the rest of the day we don’t pray or speak to each other and we still aren’t. Because, let me tell you, my parents are not like normal Indian parents. They believe that you must sing out loud, otherwise you are not praying and that if you don’t pray for at least one hour on a festival, you are not spiritual. They also believe that if I don’t pray to an Indian God, I should be disowned or that my spending money should be taken away. Also, if I don’t want to celebrate some stupid festival for a fake God, then I can’t eat the food that they prepared for it and must make my own food. They aren’t like my friends’ parents. Most of them don’t even go to temple, or sing at all, and ¾ of them hardly even light the lamp anymore. But nooooooooo, my parents wanna be fucking priests and drag me along with them, and fast everyday God damn day! That’s how Hinduism is flawed. They believe in all Gods and equality, but truth be told, I have never met a sole Hindu person that actually carries out these principles. At all. What kind of a religion forces you to believe in something against your will, and that the followers of it believe that if you don’t want to accept it as the truth it then you are not worth of going out in public? What shit is that? From the way they’re acting now, it actually makes me want to leave home too.
Because if I have to live for even one more day in a family that believes that men should eat before women, and that praying to a fucking cow is going to make us all millionaires, then I’ll have no choice but to go terminally insane.

Current Mood: I’m fucking swearing for the most part of this crappy blog – so what the fuck do you think?!

Current Music: Nothing. I’m too scared they’ll come into the computer room and beat me like old times.

Current Quote: “Let the good times roll.”
No pun intended, honest.

And my granny wasn’t even here to prevent all this from happening. Nooooo, she’s too busy having a blast at my aunt, The Nagger’s house.

I have to go bury my sins because apparently God forgives all except those that don’t sing “Saranam, Saranam” out loud. My life is like the movie “Saved”, where they throw a Bible at this girl because she’s unholy.

PEACE OUT BITCHES

Punk_G0ddess, a fucking real prisoner princess of modern society. Well, it could have been worse – I could have been born an Asian priestess in 1901. Sorry for the language.


OMG! The weirdest thing just happened! As I was logging into Blogspot to add a new blog post, I accidentally typed in www.blogpsot.com and it took me to a Bible site! "BlogPSOT - the world's biggest Bible site." That is so freaky!!! Two letters - from blogSPOT to blog PSOT. Way to make me feel guilty for swearing, but now I'm too lazy to go back and delete all the bad words.
Bye... =)

Friday, July 17, 2009

Miss Murder

Right, I’m really getting worried here. I try, and I try but I can never seem to be happy every time it’s time to update the blog. And I swear, I wrote this said entry BEFORE I changed the URL to freakinghappy. Like AFI’s “Miss Murder” song, today every human being had better stay out of my way. I have never been so angry before.
Okay, I really wished it hadn’t had to come to this: To be honest, yesterday was a rather crappy birthday and if Charlie hadn’t appeared when she did, I would have probably been another “Goodbye” like Kristinia Debarge’s song. So like it was freaking cold the night before my birthday so I didn’t sleep much, and then my parents come at like 8am to my room and tell me that they’re going to Durban cos my make-believe aunt that I’ve never heard of died on the previous day’s afternoon. And that they want me to go with them. So when I told them I didn’t want to, they got pretty pissed. Well, excuse me for not wanting to be in a car for +/- six hours with my mother’s racist mother whilst they went for a funeral and left me alone with some strange family – on my birthday. And my dad said that I said that I was happy five minutes ago to go to Durban with them, even though all I said was, “Are you joking?!” So they left and I was stuck at home with my grandparents and my grandfather kept lecturing me that I watch too much TV. It was a pretty boring day and my parents gave me a pink watch. Then Charlie Chick came over sometime before noon, and it was so awesome; she rang my door and when I saw her, she greeted me with a chocolate flake cupcake
and a starlight cracker! That was so sweet of her. And afterwards we had a girls' day and Wicked phoned and we like had three way conversations on the phone, even when Jason X phoned. Charlie used the phone in the study and I used the one in the passage.

And then, at about 6pm my sister came over for 25 minutes because her boyfriend (That jackass) was phoning her to leave quickly. So, even though she was there for 25 min, she ate and then was on the phone with him most of the time. And he was like saying stuff on the phone earlier when I phoned her and on the intercom when I answered as she arrived. And then she leaves and phones me later at night to tell me that I must stop saying stuff to her boyfriend, even though it’s perfectly okay for him for swear me in the background of my phone calls to her. And it’s actually funny, like seriously funny, because all I said over the phone in the background when he phoned her at my house was that he must shove it up his. That’s it. I didn’t even complete the sentence, yet I’M the one who should keep quiet when he sends me derogatory and uncouth mail. So, like I said, she phoned me later to shout me. And my gran asked me after I hung up the phone that night, after my sister shouted and lectured me already, “What did your sister say? Why did she phone you now after we just saw her?” and all I said was, “Nothing much granny. She just apologized to me for being on the phone with him the whole time when she was here.” And I smiled at her and walked away. And that, my fellow readers, is why blood is thicker than water.

And then my gran slept downstairs and I made her sleep in my bed instead of on the couch so I went to sleep in my parents’ kinda LOL scary room. And I put the alarm on the house on. Come 6am today the alarm goes off like freaking loud. It’s our domestic keeper working in the dining room, and all of a sudden it’s like this miracle where she forgets what the security code is. So, I didn’t sleep last night and then I get up 6am to go switch off the alarm because the people in my house forget the alarm code that we’ve been using for over four years now. And on top of it, she always uses the code herself. Don’t you just love life? And, since my granny was sleeping in my room, she asked me to put the alarm clock in my room on for her, set at 7am. And I show her how to switch it off and that she mustn’t forget about it. So, I struggle to get to sleep after punching the security code. I had just started drifting off to sleep when I hear the alarm clock in my room ringing really loudly throughout the house. Fifteen minutes later it’s still going on. So, I scram for my gran to switch it off. No reply. Aggravated, I get out of bed in the cold, walk to my room and switch off the alarm clock. My gran isn’t even in my room. She’s upstairs. =) how do you like that? And then she comes down while I’m having breakfast and asks me why I look so grumpy and I tell her about the alarm and she has this argument with me that I didn’t switch off the alarm for the house, but the DOMESTIC WORKR did. And then we carry on arguing where I tell her that I switched it off and it was early and that SHE left the alarm clock on and just walked away. But no apology. So, later I’m trying to do something on the computer and she’s screaming for me every five minutes to go upstairs and do this and do that. And then it’s almost lunchtime and I go to the kitchen and lo and behold. I’m searching everywhere but I can’t find the cupcake Charlie specially ordered for me yesterday. I ate like a few pieces of it, and suddenly it’s missing. So, I ask my gran if she saw my cupcake and she says she thinks the domestic worker ate it. I ask her and she just looks at me and blinks. So I tell her has she seen the cupcake that was in the oven and she points to her mouth. And says she ate it. Just like that. No apology. Like it’s perfectly okay for her to eat something that I was about to eat. First my mirror goes missing, then my scissors, then my compact, then my candles then my ornament, then my magnets, then my pajamas. Which is why I’m pretty pissed right now, because people in this house are getting on my nerves, and then my grand father lectures me today that TV makes a person dumb oh and like it’s completely alright for them to just take something that somebody got especially for me on my birthday. I hate this house. Oh, and joy oh joy, my parents are coming back tomorrow to join in the “We’re Ruining Everything” ceremony. =) I never knew I’d actually say this, but I really want to be at school right now, WRITING EXAMS, so that when I get home, I can study and then go back the next day and write an exam and then come home and study and then go back the next day…..

Current Mood: A strong desire to sue our domestic worker for the cupcake and the alarm and my granny for not understanding anything. =)

Current Music: Nothing, cos I’m really pissed and don’t wanna see the witch bitch tomorrow, and her birthday is exactly a week after mine, which is why I think she hates me. Cos she says her pregnancy with me was really difficult. And to give birth a week before your birthday is really tough. It’s not like I even asked her to get jiggy with my menopausal dad 17 years ago.

Current Quote: “People in this world are real dipshits. Nuff’ said.”

Bye, and don’t gimme crap after you read this. Only Charlie is allowed to, because she painted my nails. =) ♥♥♥

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Summer Holiday... Err, Winterr? Err... Summer?




We're all going on a summer holiday. No more working for a week or two. Fun and laughter on our summer holiday, no more worries for me or you, for a week or two…” If only Cliff Richards’ ‘Summer Holiday’ classic hit could better cover up some of the messes we get into on a winter vacation. A lot, and I mean A LOT has happened in the past month, so I’m just gonna jump right into it. Okay, firstly, for a while Hiro (His name doesn't deserve to be written in colour, LOL) and Mahogany have been having some trouble, but neither of them really knew what it was. So, on the last day of the second semester, I had finished writing Physical Sciences on the 26th and unbelievably – well, it was rather shocking, but I got a text message from Mahogany – Hiro dumped Mahogany. That was like so crushing for me to hear. It totally astonished me and I really didn’t believe it, and couldn’t believe that someone as quiet and well, naïve as him would be capable of doing something like that! He said it’s because they felt like they were “Just friends”, even though I know for a fact that Mahogany has put a lot into their relationship and that he hasn’t even tried to save it, and he even stopped confronting her about anything or speaking to her normally. And to do it on the last day of school before the holidays!!!!! =( That totally sucks and was so selfish, and I’m not just saying this cos I’m her best friend, but I literally froze when I read it. And Wicked and Jason X knew for a long time and they are ¾ of the time with her and they never even warned her or hinted towards it! Bloody males!
That day Charlie Chick, the two of them and I met at Charlie’s house and they kinda contradicted each other. I asked them for how long they knew that Hiro was gonna dump Mahogany, and Wicked was all the past "For two weeks", and Jason X was like "Since last month" in unison, then they looked at each other and Jason was all "For the past two weeks" and Wicked was like "Since last month", then they started blabbering and kept quiet, even when Charlie cornered them! Geez! Oh, and I feel so terrible, cos the 29th was her seventeenth birthday, and I couldn’t be there with her because my parents were working and I had no transport to see her! Damn! I still feel crappy about it!
The holidays are extremely tedious and suckish, and from the 5th to the 10th July I attended a development course at the local university for 100 chosen science students, and it was so damn long and annoying! There were only two cute guys – both imbeciles! And I got back and was so tired! But, the reason I decided to write tonight was actually to tell you about what happened that week:
Okay, I really had to update my experiences. So I get there and it’s pretty boring and nobody understands me blah blah blah but at least I got my own room, whilst the other two candidates chosen from my new school (two girls) had to share with each other. And my parents didn’t want to leave, but the truth is, the whole week I only missed my house, t.v. room and bathroom! And my bed! =( Okay, so we had to get up at 4:30am on Monday morning and have breakfast by six, and the same for Friday, but the rest of the days we had breakfast at 7am. And, anyone who knows me knows that I have never gotten up at 4am in winter in my entire life! And we had junk food and sweets packages and takeaways everyday! Gosh I’m gone so fat, I’m like gonna cycle for 100km on my parent’s stationary bicycle everyday! Right, what I need to tell you is the highlight of my week. So, on Monday night when I went to go have a bath, I realised I had my stuff. Wednesday came and I set my alarm on my cellphone for 5am. It didn’t go off! Oh, and on Tuesday night the leaders in our dorm woke me up at eleven in the night and was telling everyone to put the locks on their doors because people might come in. I mean, WTF?!!! No one ever did. And I could hardly sleep because the girls dorm was really noisy and people ran around making noise at every hour. So, people were up early on Wednesday, and I was thinking, “Shut up, will you?!” Then, I thought I heard my name, and jumped out of bed. I looked at the time – it was about 6:35 and breakfast was at 6:50am! I ran out of my room and closed the door and went to the bathroom. When I came back, I tried opening my door but it wouldn’t. then I froze. The lock was on the door – and I had forgotten to take my door keys with me! The room could only open from the inside because of the lock! I was pulling on the door, and further down the corridor, one of the guides was like, “(My name), please tell me you have your keys with you?!” and I walked towards her and started freaking out in my blue satin PJs. She pointed to two other girls and said that I wasn’t the only one. And, to tell you the truth, every time I made a mistake or said something stupid, that guide was always near me! And, just my luck, she was one of the leaders of my group! So she took us to the top of the staircase to one of the other guides’ rooms, after banging on one of the university’s residence’s rooms, and then we were freezing, and she was all call campus security. And she told us to go back down and try banging on the door of that residence’s room again. There was music in the residence’s room, but no one was answering which was kinda freaky. So, the leader told us that we had to go wait in the lobby of the residence because the campus security was going to meet us there. She said that her leader meeting for the development week started an hour ago and that she had to go set up for breakfast. Mind you, we (100 learners) were staying in one of the university’s girl dorms, but the problem was that they allocated the boys to the first floor and the girls to the second. The second problem was that the lobby was guarded by male securities, was always wide open, and there were three passages leading to the lobby/foyer from the boys’ bedrooms! So, me in my pajamas, another girl in her gown and another in her bath towel went downstairs. Luckily, we had wasted enough time phoning the necessary people so that by the time we went down, most of the kids had gone down for breakfast. However, mostly everyone (mostly the girls) had known we had locked ourselves out of our dorm. When security arrived I had to dress in like five minutes and ran downstairs for breakfast; but they hadn’t even started eating! I was late for everything because I had my stuff and that means that I was really flustered and I was late for everything and freaking out and had to got the bathroom a lot, etc… As if that wasn’t bad enough, after lunch we went to the science expo area of the university, and group by group we were taken to go see the Camera Obscura, which is a camera that can see the whole of my city using light reflecting rays. I was in group four. So, we got to play with all the science equipment, and when it was our turn, we had to leave. Group three had just left and then… my nose started bleeding! Yeah, I have this thing that started suddenly during the June examinations this year: every time I wipe my nose, it starts bleeding a little bit. So, I was with this quiet girl and it started bleeding, but it was strange because my nose started bleeding heavily! We ran to the bathroom and I felt so embarrassed because she was kinda grossed out. Then we went back to the main area and continued playing with the gadgets. Then, it started again! So I quickly ran to the bathrooms, and when I recovered my dignity, I walked into the room and I couldn’t find my group! I asked these two girls and they said that they had left already for the Camera Obscura! I ran out, freaking out, and to my surprise, there were a couple of the other groups’ guides and leaders outside, including the girl leader in my group who always saw me mess up. Once again, she saw me look like an idiot and told me that the others had left and if I ran I could catch up with them. So, I ran and up ahead I saw one of the male leaders in my group and he was with a boy who also got left behind. And then when we got to the building we were supposed to be in, we walked six flights of stairs. Yes, six. And then the male guide decided to use the lift. When we got to the lift, the cameraman for this programme was just getting into the lift. He told us that we had walked to the highest level and that we were supposed to have taken the elevator to the highest level, and not walked the six flights of stairs, because the elevator stopped after that, and then you’d have to walk again after that. Then I felt really useless, exhausted and depressed. We walked six flights of stairs for nothing, instead of just taking the elevator to the highest level, only to have to walk another three flights od stairs to get to the Camera Obscura! And when I got there, everybody was already seated around the small table that would reflect the light and I had to stand at the small back space with the guys! =( It was a really awful day and I suppose it was the worst of my life! Oh yeah, did I mention we went to the zoo that day – at night! For three hours, walking, in my red Ferrari pain and cramps. Tom really hates me. Really! =( and then on the way to the porcupines, we were walking uphill and some girl tramps the back of my Converse shoe and pull my left foot out of it. So, I’m like limping up the steep hill, because I was already at the back of the group and it was dark and there I am, trying to push my foot back into the shoe. We get to the porcupines and people are looking at me weirdly because my shoe is completely off my foot and I’m hopping all over trying to put it back on. I couldn’t hold onto any handle bars or counters because the whole group was surrounding the railings and bars and I couldn’t hold onto anything. Oh, and I still had to wash my hair that night and on the way back we were supposed to go to the Union Buildings, so we drove past and we got back very late and I had to get up at 5 the next day and it was really bad. Oh, lastly, before I go, Wednesday was the worst day of my life, and my alarm didn’t go off on Friday, the last day, either! =( Sorry Samsungs, but you all kinda suck. And I was late as well on Friday, and that was the day we had to pack and carry our bags around the campus to the dormitory hall, and well, let’s just say, I’m glad to be back, even though me and my parents kinda argue constantly for small things. And my grandpa lectures constantly that I watch too much TV, oh and my nose started bleeding again now and my dad was being a bastard about it. Gosh! I am so freaking sick of them!
And they keep pestering me what I want for my birthday, even though they know that I just want a hot pink watch and I always do this a few months before my birthday – say what I want. And then, like a month before my birthday I stop saying the one thing that I want, and if you didn’t listen or forgot, I shall not repeat myself again because it’s not right. It's like this tradition I do every year and only recently discovered that I unconsciously do it. So, they keep asking me, “What was it you wanted again? Some watch brand? The brand’s name was something pink, right?” Actually, no, you bucking father. I do not like brand names – they are controversial and stupid. I want a watch, any watch, except the watch straps must be hot pink in colour. That is it. That’s all. Now, that is not hard to remember, but I shall not remind them, even though they had a week to get it when I was at the Development week, and they work everyday, so they have a car when I’m not with them. And, to tell you the truth, what I want for my birthday is not a watch. It’s not right to ask for a present. It’s rude and selfish. But, since this is my freaking blog, I want my granny to be immortal, I want a physical make-over on the lines of Jessica alba or some supermodel, and I want my sister to come home. Permanently. That’s it. but, I have to go and argue with them now. Cos everything is apparently my fault. Goodnight. Oh! Wait!

Current Mood: Paining neck, sinus headache (even though I can’t wipe my nose without it bleeding) and aching back. Oh, but I’m good mood wise.

Current Music: So, today I was watching the first few episodes of the first season of The O.C, and I got Phantom Planet’s “California”, the theme song to The O.C stuck in my head. Oh, and I love Kristinia Debarge’s “Goodbye”. That song rocks!

Current Quote: “If you’re lost, you can look and you will find me – time after time. If you fall, I will catch you, I’ll be waiting – time after time…” Only, I have like hundreds of remixes and cover songs of the original Time After Time, because I think that the lady who sung the original song can’t even flippin’ sing.


And I’m thinking of having the crumpets the white bitch made tomorrow for breakfast. I woke up and could smell the pancake mixture, just like my sister used to make, only my mother calls them “Crumpets” and not Flap jacks or Pancakes. WTFreak?! Oh, and on Saturday, I just have to say, I got up at something to twelve in the afternoon, because that’s how tired I was after sleeping only four hours on Thursday night because of the Development’s lame leaving party and the fact that everybody was making tons of noise.

Goodnight. Wait! Holy Lady Gaga! It’s only 9h30 pm! Wow! I thought it was midnight at least! Okay, I’m still reeling from lethargia, if that even a word. Night my lovely readers. Mwa! =) Oh, wait, last time I promise! I just spellchecked the word: it’s lethargy. Right, night. That rhymed…

MWAHZA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ♥♥♥

Sorry about tonight’s blog being so long!!!!

“We're all going on a summer holiday. No more working for a week or two. Fun and laughter on our summer holiday, no more worries for me or you, for a week or two…” If only Cliff Richards’ ‘Summer Holiday’ classic hit could better cover up some of the messes we tend to get into on a winter vacation. A lot, and I mean A LOT has happened in the past month, so I’m just gonna jump right into it. Okay, firstly, for a while Hiro (his name does not derve to be written in colour, LOL!) and Mahogany have been having some trouble, but neither of them really knew what it was. So, on the last day of the second semester, I had finished writing Physical Sciences on the 26th and unbelievably – well, it was rather shocking, but I got a text message from MHiro dumped Mahogany. That was the like crushing for me to hear. It totally astonished me and I really didn’t believ ite, and couldn’t believe that someone as quiet and well, naïve as him would be capable of doing something like that! He said it’s because they felt like they were “Just friends”, even though I know for a fact that Mahogany has put a lot into their relationship and that he hasn’t even tried to save it, and he even stopped confronting her about anything or speaking to her normally. And to do it on the last day of school before the holidays!!!!! =( That totally sucks and was so selfish, and I’m not just saying this cos I’m her best friend, but I literally froze when I read it. And Wicked and Jason X knew for a long time and they are ¾ of the time with her and they never even warned her or hinted towards it! Bloody males!
That day Charlie Chick, the two of them and I met at Charlie’s house and they kinda contradicted each other. I asked them for how long they knew that Hiro was gonna dump Mahogany, and Wicked was all "For the past two weeks", and Jason X was like "Since last month", then they looked at each other and Jason was all "The past two weeks" and Wicked was like "Sice last month", then they started blabbering and kept quiet, even when Charlie cornered them! Geez! Oh, and I feel so terrible, cos the 29th was her seventeenth birthday, and I couldn’t be there with her because my parents were working and I had no transport to see her! Damn! I still feel crappy about it!
The holidays are extremely tedious and suckish, and from the 5th to the 10th July I attended a development course at the local university for 100 chosen science students, and it was so damn long and annoying! There were only two cute guys – both imbeciles! And I got back and was so tired! But, the reason I decided to write tonight was actually to tell you about what happened that week:
Okay, I really had to update my experiences. So I get there and it’s pretty boring and nobody understands me blah blah blah but at least I got my own room, whilst the other two candidates chosen from my new school (two girls) had to share with each other. And my parents didn’t want to leave, but the truth is, the whole week I only missed my house, t.v. room and bathroom! And my bed! =( Okay, so we had to get up at 4:30am on Monday morning and have breakfast by six, and the same for Friday, but the rest of the days we had breakfast at 7am. And, anyone who knows me knows that I have never gotten up at 4am in winter in my entire life! And we had junk food and sweets packages and takeaways everyday! Gosh I’m gone so fat, I’m like gonna cycle for 100km on my parent’s stationary bicycle everyday! Right, what I need to tell you is the highlight of my week. So, on Monday night when I went to go have a bath, I realised I had my stuff. Wednesday came and I set my alarm on my cellphone for 5am. It didn’t go off! Oh, and on Tuesday night the leaders in our dorm woke me up at eleven in the night and was telling everyone to put the locks on their doors because people might come in. I mean, WTF?!!! No one ever did. And I could hardly sleep because the girls dorm was really noisy and people ran around making noise at every hour. So, people were up early on Wednesday, and I was thinking, “Shut up, will you?!” Then, I thought I heard my name, and jumped out of bed. I looked at the time – it was about 6:35 and breakfast was at 6:50am! I ran out of my room and closed the door and went to the bathroom. When I came back, I tried opening my door but it wouldn’t. Then I froze. The lock was on the door – and I had forgotten to take my door keys with me! The room could only open from the inside because of the lock! I was pulling on the door, and further down the corridor, one of the guides was like, “(My name), please tell me you have your keys with you?!” and I walked towards her and started freaking out in my blue satin PJs. She pointed to two other girls and said that I wasn’t the only one. And, to tell you the truth, every time I made a mistake or said something stupid, that guide was always near me! And, just my luck, she was one of the leaders of my group! So she took us to the top of the staircase to one of the other guides’ rooms, after we were banging on one of the university’s residence’s rooms with the keys, and then we were freezing, and she was all call campus security. And she told us to go back down and try banging on the door of that residence’s room again. There was music in the residence’s room, but no one was answering which was kinda freaky. So, the leader told us that we had to go wait in the lobby of the residence because the campus security was going to meet us there. She said that her leader meeting for the development week started an hour ago and that she had to go set up for breakfast. Mind you, we (100 learners) were staying in one of the university’s girl dorms, but the problem was that they allocated the boys to the first floor and the girls to the second. The second problem was that the lobby was guarded by male securities, was always wide open, and there were three passages leading to the lobby/foyer from the boys’ bedrooms! So, me in my pajamas, another girl in her gown and another in her bath towel went downstairs. Luckily, we had wasted enough time phoning the necessary people so that by the time we went down, most of the kids (and boys) had gone down for breakfast. However, mostly everyone (mostly the girls) had known we had locked ourselves out of our dorm. When security arrived I had to dress in like five minutes and ran downstairs for breakfast; but they hadn’t even started eating! I was late for everything because I had my stuff and that meant that I was really flustered and I was late for everything and freaking out and had to go to the bathroom a lot, etc… As if that wasn’t bad enough, after lunch we went to the science expo area of the university, and group by group we were taken to go see the Camera Obscura, which is a camera that can see the whole of my city using light reflecting rays. I was in group four. So, we got to play with all the science equipment, and when it was our turn, we had to leave. Group three had just left and then… my nose started bleeding! Yeah, I have this thing that started suddenly during the June examinations this year: every time I wipe my nose, it starts bleeding a little bit. So, I was with this quiet girl and it started bleeding, but it was strange because my nose started bleeding heavily! We ran to the bathroom and I felt so embarrassed because she was kinda grossed out. Then we went back to the main area and continued playing with the gadgets. Then, it started again! So I quickly and quietly ran to the bathrooms, and when I recovered my dignity, I walked back into the room and I couldn’t find my group! I asked these two girls and they said that they (group four) had left already for the Camera Obscura! I ran out, freaking out, and to my surprise, there were a couple of the other groups’ guides and leaders outside, including the girl leader in my group who always saw me mess up. Once again, she saw me look like an idiot and told me that the others had left and if I ran I could catch up with them. So, I ran and up ahead I saw one of the male leaders in my group and he was with a boy who also got left behind. And then when we got to the building we were supposed to be in, we walked six flights of stairs. Yes, six. And then the male guide decided to use the lift. When we got to the lift, the camera man for this development programme was just getting into the lift. He told us that we had walked to the highest level and that we were supposed to have taken the elevator to the highest level, and not walked the six flights of stairs, because the elevator stopped after that, and then you’d have to walk again after that. Then I felt really useless, exhausted and depressed. We walked six flights of stairs for nothing, instead of just taking the elevator to the highest level, only to have to walk another three flights of stairs to get to the Camera Obscura! And when I got there, everybody was already seated around the small table that would reflect the light and I had to stand at the small back space with the guys! =( It was a really awful day and I suppose it was the worst of my life! Oh yeah, did I mention we went to the zoo that day – at night! For three hours, walking, in my red Ferrari pain and cramps. Tom really hates me. Really! =( And then on the way to the porcupines, we were walking uphill and some girl tramps the back of my Converse shoe and pull my left foot out of it. So, I’m like limping up the steep hill, because I was already at the back of the group and it was dark and there I am, trying to push my foot back into the shoe. We get to the porcupines and people are looking at me weirdly because my shoe is completely off my foot and I’m hopping all over trying to put it back on. I couldn’t hold onto any handle bars or counters because the whole group was surrounding the railings and bars and I couldn’t hold onto anything. Oh, and I still had to wash my hair that night and on the way back we were supposed to go to the Union Buildings, so we drove past and we got back very late and I had to get up at 5 the next day and it was really bad.
Oh, lastly, before I go, Wednesday was the worst day of my life, and my alarm didn’t go off on Friday, the last day, either! =( Sorry Samsungs, but you all kinda suck. And I was late as well on Friday morning, and that was the day we had to pack and carry our bags around the campus to the dormitory hall, and well, let’s just say, I’m glad to be back, even though me and my parents kinda argue constantly for small things. And my grandpa lectures me constantly that I watch too much TV, oh and my nose started bleeding again now and my dad was being a bastard about it. Gosh! I am so freaking sick of them! And they keep pestering me what I want for my birthday, even though they know that I just want a hot pink watch and I always do this a few moths before my birthday – say what I want. And then, like a month before my birthday I stop saying the one thing that I want, and if you didn’t listen or forgot, I shall not repeat myself again because it’s not right. That's kinda my traditon that I do uncosnsciously and only realised this year that I do. So, they keep asking me, What was it you wanted again? Some watch brand? The brand’s name was something pink, right?” Actually, no, you bucking father. I do not like brand names – they are controversial and stupid. I want a watch, any watch, except the watch straps must be hot pink in colour. That is it. That’s all. Now, that is not hard to remember, but I shall not remind them, even though they had a week to get it when I was at the Development week, and they work everyday, so they have a car when I’m not with them. And, to tell you the truth, what I want for my birthday is not a watch. It’s not right to ask for a present. It’s rude and selfish. But, since this is my freaking blog, LOL, to be honest, I want my granny to be immortal, I want a physical make-over on the lines of Jessica alba or some supermodel, and I want my sister to come home. Permanently. That’s it. But, I have to go and argue with them now. Cos everything is apparently my fault. Goodnight. Oh! Wait!
How could I forget -

Current Mood: Paining neck, sinus headache (even though I can’t wipe my nose without it bleeding) and aching back. Oh, but I’m good mood wise. =)

Current Music:
So, today I was watching the first few episodes of the first season of The O.C, and I got Phantom Planet’s “California”, the theme song to The O.C stuck in my head. Oh, and I love Kristinia Debarge’s “Goodbye”. That song rocks!

Current Quote:
“If you’re lost, you can look and you will find me – time after time. If you fall, I will catch you, I’ll be waiting – time after time…” Only, I have like hundreds of remixes and cover songs of the original song Time After Time, because I think that the lady who sung the original song can’t even flippin’ sing.

And I’m thinking of having the crumpets the white bitch made this morning, like having it tomorrow again for breakfast. I woke up and could smell the pancake mixture, just like my sister used to make, only my mother calls them “Crumpets” and not Flap jacks or Pancakes. WTFreak?! Oh, and on Saturday the 11th, I just have to say, I got up at something to twelve in the afternoon, because that’s how tired I was after sleeping only for four hours on Thursday night because of the Development’s lame leaving party and the fact that everybody was making tons of noise.

Goodnight. Wait! Holy Lady Gaga! It’s only 9h30 pm! Wow! I thought it was midnight at least! Okay, I’m still reeling from lethargia, if that is even a word. Night my lovely readers. Mwa! =) Oh, wait, last time I promise! I just spellchecked the word: it’s lethargy. Right, night. That rhymed…

MWAHZA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ♥♥♥

Sorry about tonight’s blog being so long!!!!

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

"Never Again..."

“Never Again” by Kelly Clarkson, or “Hot ‘N Cold” by Katy Perry… I wonder which tune better describes the friends I have. How about: “Cos you’re hot then you’re cold. You’re yes then you’re no. You’re wrong when it’s right. Does it suck, to know I’ll never be there? Does it hurt, seeing my face everywhere? It was you – who just end it like you did. I was the last to know. You knew, exactly what you would do, and don’t say. You simply lost your way. They may believe you but I never will… Never again…”
Gosh. It’s been a really crazy week – studying, studying, studying, and I’m only ending exams in TWO WEEKS!!! Okay, so I’ve been edging to write this entry, cos up until the last five minutes, I felt as if I was gonna explode from no-blog-writing-syndrome. No to mention the fact that things are pretty crappy right now…
Okay, so firstly, this weekend I went to Drakensberg, and then to Lesotho where I saw snow! Hooray! For the first freakin’ time in my entire freakin’ life! Okay, okay. I’ll chill. Not forgetting to mention that I hate my name and my lame-ass excuse for a middle name, oh and that I thought of all the really cool things I could say in this entry two nights ago, which I’ve now forgotten… =(. Moving on, I think Wicked and I are somehow fighting, though neither of us knows what it’s about. Okay I’m lying. I know what it’s about, but I’ve started this new motto, where I’ll just forget whatever crap my friends say about me or put me through, cos it helps to just forget about it. So, even if one of my friends burnt down my bedroom, I’ll smile and say, “Why thank you, I’ve been wanting to get rid of that bed for ages…” =). Oh, and this includes Charlie Chick, cos for the past three weeks, she has been making me sooooo mad! And when I tried saying something, she just rolled her eyes and walked away, and this is the only way I know she’ll find out without me actually having to scream at her. So, like lately, she like disses me in front of everyone, and doesn’t even listen to what I’m about to say. Like today, I was telling her about my weekend, and I started of, “So, seeing that it’s winter…’ and she’s all like, “You don’t say smart ass!”, and all the people I hate heard it and burst out laughing. Even on Thursday, I said something and she was like, “Wow, you’re so smart hey.” In front of one of those bitches. And then the previous week too. She doesn’t even give me time to finish, and I was like, “Nevermind” today, and she just rolled her eyes and said, “Right… I have to study.” Well, Charlie, now you know, and I hope you’re going to make time out of your busy life to fix it, cos I’m just gonna pretend like nothing’s wrong. Cos it’s easier than fighting with a wall.
Oh, and Drakensberg was extremely cold! And the weirdest thing happened today: I was so mad at Charlie for embarrassing me, I wasn’t even writing properly. I even forgot how to spell and I like wrote crap in my Drama paper, which is the farthest thing that is typical of me. And it sucked, going only with me and the dinosaurs, and the white bitch, who loves screaming at me cos it exercises her lame larynx. And weird shit is also happening, cos like every day something from my room goes missing in twos: First my candles, then my magnets, then my palm mirrors oh and I’m starting to believe my underwear too. Okay, and I feel really guilty, cos that’s just how I roll? But on Tuesday, I was so aggravated that all my room things are just vanishing, even when I wasn’t at home. So, I like went into our domestic worker’s room and like checked everywhere but nada, and she is like family to me. I even checked my parents room and my forgotten sister’s stuff and room. Oh, I’m kinda happy now, cos it’s raining, and that kinda calms me down. Oh, and Charlie was trying to set me up with my conservative cousin’s cute best friend! But the thing is, my cousin will murder me if he finds out. But sometimes I don’t get Charlie, cos we went for milkshakes and we laugh a lot and she’s always unconscious of the things she says and does; sometimes it’s good, but then she turns around and ruins it by doing something really bitchy, but the crappy part is that I never know if what she’s doing is right or wrong, cos ¾ of the time, she’s a really good friend. And people will say if my friend was doing that, I would leave, blah blah blah, but she’s such a good friend, it’s like so confusing I just don’t want to even speak to her cos I’m afraid she’ll get mad or rap at me for the smallest things! And everyday I can’t wait to go home, cos we have so much fun on the ride back home from school, but in the morning it’s like a mission to understand her. Oh, and the nagger aunt is doing what else? Nagging me about my sister, and saying that I’m lying and all that shit and that we’re talking in private and now the whole family is probably turning against me, cos I’m getting swearing (not literal swearing) for her mistakes. And I think my dad is aware of it now, cos he’s kinda letting me do what I want, letting me watch what I want, eat what I want. LOL! Like he’s scared I’m also going to leave home because he didn’t let me eat fish when I wanted to. Hehe… Crazy!
Oh, and love is in the air once more; either that or Jessica Simpson farted again: Okay, so now you know Mahogany and Hiro hooked up; well, get this, Hiro’s pretty cousin and Jason X are kinda hooking up as well, and everybody knew (Once again, beeeeg shocker there) except me, hence the song title. And I’m so awesomely happy, cos Charlie’s found a stable guy; as in, not a fling, or a short-term relationship, but a stable love at last! I’m so happy for her and him, whom we’ll call Golf from now on. Oh, and I haven't seen Gypsy Girl in like ages since exams started? And I think Wicked also likes Hiro’s other cousin, she’s also pretty but it’s so typical of my guy friends. But the thing is, we all think he likes her, but won’t admit it, cos 1.) Hiro will kill him, and 2.) She has a boyfriend (Once again, big shock there)… Okay, I know this is a long blog, so I’m gonna try and wrap it up. Lastly, I dedicate this blog to a friend of mine, Lady Ayaka, cos she also wants to start her own blog, and she’s completely obsessed with Jap guys. Not that I blame her, they are so freaking hot and smart! So, I’ve never done this before, but in the history of blog, this one’s to you and your passion for the Asians, good luck with your own online diary, girl! Why you may ask am I dedicating this? Cos I like making people feel special, even if I get trampled. It’s a shitty way to roll, but the engine’s still currently busted.

Current Mood: Excruciatingly freezing! And lethargic, I need to exercise more. No, not exorcise and practice voodoo with a Bible in hand, but actually move my femurs.

Current Song: Skye Sweetnam has officially made the greatest pop rock chick comeback in the history of my ears! With her new album, ‘Sound Soldier',
her hits like “Babydoll Gone Wrong” and “Music Is My Boyfriend” bring out the punk in every super girl.

Current Quote: “Here’s to the crazy ones, the actual geniuses in this universe. Because the ones who are crazy enough to think that they can change the world, are the ones that actually do…” – by Me

Goodbye, goodnight. I have to go watch Simon Baker in the Mentalist. Oyasumi Tomodachi. Here’s a few of the lyrics to “Rain” by Gackt.

Hooshya…

“Dare no koe mo todokanai nara watashi ga subete keshiteageyounandomo onaji ayamachi o kurikaeshita kanashimi
ni furuetsuzukerukieru koto no nai omoi o mune ni ugokanai hari ni furetayasashii taiyou no hikari o abita yume wa shiroku yozora ni kietaame wa watashi no namida,kanashimi wa ienu mama...
tsuki no toiki ni miseraretetoki o nakushite wakaru... shi shite imi ga aru koto owatashi no koe wa todokanaianata ga kureta saigo no kotoba waima mo kono basho de nakitsuzuketerukanashimanai to sou kimeta kokoro ni yozora no tsuki ga namida o nagasuyoru ga mata anata o tsurete kieteyuku…” =) NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm missing the Mentalist because of this darn blog! PEACE In Da Middle East

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Runaway... No, wait, Running Away?

For today’s promised entry, I find myself tangled up between choosing which song better describes Friday’s hilarious events; Danny Saucedo’s, “Running Away”, or Cascada’s, “Runaway”. Either tune proves that maybe these are the best options in better times of need.
Well, on Friday, my Mathematics teacher was absent, and I had a separated double period that day. For the second period, Charlie Chick and a few others had decided to bunk their Mathematics Literacy classes and other different classes, and go to my substitution class. Now, in a semi-private/public school, these compulsory classes are usually over-packed. So, when my class and I went to our substitution class, a grumpy music teacher, you could assume how surprised she may have been to have to look after more than forty children in one class. This was probably when she realized that there were students in her class that were not supposed to be there. Then, about five minutes later, more kids from my grade starting coming into the class, and most of them were supposed to be in my maths’ class. They had to sit on the floor, and some even told the teacher that THEY were supposed to be there and that there were many students sitting on chairs who were bunking. This aroused an immediate anger from the teacher, who spoke to everyone and said that anyone who was sitting in her class and was not supposed to be there for subs’ should leave. She said that she’d be going out quickly to retrieve the register for my maths class, and anyone’s names she didn’t call out will be in trouble and must leave now. As she said this, she opened the door to her class to leave, and you wouldn’t believe this, but there even more Grade Eleven students waiting outside! The entire class was in an uproar. She furiously told them to go away to their classes and left the class to fetch the register. Almost ¾ of the people in the class ran out and went to hide away or bunk or something. Even students who were in my maths class ran out. It was subs after all. You could do what you wanted. After a delayed reaction, Charlie Chick and a few other plastic girls whom we both hate decided to run out together. According to Charlie, from what I can recall, they ran almost right around the block, and the teacher who was supposed to be looking after us saw them. She was returning with the register roll. She screamed at them to stop and they ran away from her and hid in the senior girls’ bathroom, hysterically laughing. Charlie said it was an enriching moment and for 45 minutes she and the annoying wannabes sat in the bathroom laughing about what just happened. I’m not very good at telling stories (It’s a good thing I have a blog with stories then, hey?!) which is why this may not sound funny to you. But believe me, Friday, oh wait, please correct me, I just realized that this occurred on Thursday (my bad). See, I’m not very good at this, am I? But believe me, Thursday was hilarious…
Oh, and apparently Wicked got stopped by the cops or something for underage driving, and in South Africa, you aren’t allowed to drive unless you have a license which you can only get or apply for when you turn eighteen. And he's not even seventeen yet. Hopefully something more interesting will happen to me, that doesn’t involve my sister’s boyfriend’s hate mail, being socially rejected, or being the only goody-two-shoes left in a subs class on a Thursday afternoon.

Oh man, I just realized something. It was Friday after all. Friday the 15 May. Sorry, I’m losing my memory it seems. It was the second week of my timetable not the first week of my timetable. This is so damn confusing!!! Yes, it happened Friday WEEK B. What happened in Maths was on Friday last week not this Friday that just passed. Okay, now that’s a fact.

Current Mood: Demented, confused, exhausted?

Current Music: Enrique Iglesias featuring Ciara – “Taking Back My Love”. Great song, if only their lips didn’t touch in the video, cos’ Ciara was a man who had a sex change. I’m not joking. So, that means, if Ciara were a guy again, she’d/he’d be gay.

Current Quote: “Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great. Some achieve greatness. And some have greatness thrust upon them.” I forgot who actually said it, but it’s also from the movie, “She’s The Man”.

I gotta go study and learn Frankie and Johnny. TTFN.
Punk Goddess

Hey, I’m not the studying nerd here. At least I still have time to bloody well write something crappy for you to read. =) So don’t think I’m a nerd for learning my lines.

Hooshya





Saturday, May 23, 2009

Ain’t No Sunshine…

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone. It's not warm when she's away. Ain't no sunshine when she's gone. And she's always gone too long, anytime she goes away. Wonder this time where she's gone, wonder if she's gone to stay. Ain't no sunshine when she's gone and this house just ain't no home. Anytime she goes away.” – This world famous song, by Bill Withers reminds me so much of my long lost sister. But rather, let me start from the beginning, and catch you up. I know it’s been a long time since my last entry… Things have been so crazy lately, I'm actually sitting at my computer with my memory box wide open, so I can pull out all the pieces of stuff I saved to remind me...
Firstly, the March holidays sucked =( hehe, because I went to a local pool resort, “Sun City” with my aunt, my dad’s sister, and my cousin who’s also my dad’s brother’s daughter joined us. It pretty much sucked, with endless tales and lectures by my aunt. I mean hello??? It’s not my fault my hair gets frizzy when it’s wet and then dries. But at least there a lot of hot teenage guys there… And like, thousands, if not all the residents there were dressed like they were on holiday, and I had to get lectured about looking smart – just to go to the pool. Geez… And even when I stay with her, even if just for the weekend, she nags me. And I really do not need this right now. Oh, and last Saturday I had to go shopping alone with my mother =( and we went to my aunt’s house (again, sadly), and I got shouting because of my sister’s leaving. Like, recently, her boyfriend has been sending me hate mail and threatening me, and I told my granny, who told practically everyone and now I’M in trouble!!! And now I think they want to take up a law suit with his Uber rich family. The guy is a legend – he’s super rich, knows the president and everything. And he’s a heavy metal freak. And my idiot sister is still with him, even after I mailed her the emails he sent me. So, I’m pretty pissed at her, cos she like got some of my things when she left, refuses to care about me, and agrees with what he did. But at least I still phone her. And school sucks, cos everybody hates me, and they don’t even know me at the new school, and you can only guess who everybody loves. Charlie Chick. But I don’t blame them; she is fun and really cool but it’s just that I don’t have any friends and don’t get invited anywhere. At all. I don't feel a connection with any of the people at this school, and nobody even wants to talk to "The New Girl". Not unless you're Charlie. So, you can guess that Friday (yesterday) was pretty much depressing for me, but hey, it’s okay. And soon we’re starting exams at school, sometime next week, and we should get our exam timetables. Bloody unorganized new school!! My parents think I don’t like going anywhere with them, but the truth is that even when my sister and I were small we hated it, and they only notice it now because she’s gone. Ain’t no sunshine my friend. And it’s winter here. But I’m totally in love with the songs Kris Allen




sang at Idols this year at the finals, especially Ain’t no sunshine. He is my older boyfriend LOL =). it's such a pity that hottie Adam Lambert is gay... Sigh, the good ones are either gay, taken or secretly married... =( And Kris Allen IS married FYI.



So, on Sunday, 22 March my parents forced me to go to some lame Bollywood show. I hated it. It was performed so immaturely and done by local amateurs. But I saw Wicked and Gypsy Girl there. And a lot of Indians!!! Ew it was so horrfifying to run into so many people i see everyday, especially since I'm Indian… oh, and Saturday 21 March, Charlie, her friend Sadz and I went to our new school’s musical – it totally rocked!!! I’m so glad I left my old school! And on 18 March the three of us went to Charlie’s old school’s fashion show. She was in that school till Grade ten. Then she came to my school. Then we both moved to another school. Please do keep up. But Sadz is still in that school that Charlie left in Grade ten. It’s complicated, I know. The show was so professionally performed, and the clothes and gowns and music was amazing! So, yeah, March was the month of performance and fun. The fun walk, fashion show, Bollywood show, musical… Phew!!! Boy, was I beat! April was okay, my dad had to spend his birthday for the first time in my life without my older sister. I phoned her and made her at least speak to him. Mother’s day in May sucked – everybody came to me, the creative genius – to make cards for everyone in the family. My oh my… I did a great job… And soon it shall be June… Right now I have a lot of back-to-back studying and learning to do – next week everyday I’m writing either some form of test or doing some school project… Oh yeah, I came fourth in my entire grade!!! Whoo-hoo! Go new school… But I still hate it, honestly, and Charlie may be surprised when she reads this… Oh. My. Jumping Trampolines!!! My grandfather just came in! They came back from the cruise, the Melody something-something, the ship that was attacked by Somalian pirates. They arrived on the 5 of May I think. And since then they’ve been staying with my dad’s other sister, not the crazy nagger, another sister who lives near us. So after the cruise, I like only saw them upstairs for a week and then they went loafing again. It’s nice to be old, hey?

Current Mood: Dejected, what’s new…? I think it’s cos I’m a scene kid…

Current Music: Carrie Underwood’s, “Home Sweet Home.” OMG!!! The lyrics are simply beautiful! Oh, and Miley Cyrus’, “Dream”, from the latest Hannah Montana movie. Oh yeah, the movie was just amazing! I was surprised actually. Charlie and I were doing a school project together when my aunt (the nagger) phoned and said I had to go baby-sit my cousin and watch the movie. It was surprisingly WAY better than High School Musical or Camp Rock! Go Disney!!!

Current Quote: “Do me a favor. Tell me what you think about me. Tell me how you want this to be. Go out on a limb and just dream. Paint a picture, Choose your colors extra wise. Especially what you put on my mind. Imagine what it'd be like to touch the sky…” – from Miley Cyrus’s, “Dream”…

Looks like I gotta go do some homework and then study. I have to do a practical on Frankie and Johnny for Drama next week… I’m a hafta tawk in a Southern accent. I can't wait ta tell ya anatha story, I reckon I'm a gonna post one tomorrow, about summin' classic that happened in Maths yesterday.


Bye for now, y’all.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Rammy Zero... Sang the title tune to Smallville's, "Somebody save me." Which is how I'm feeling right now. On this partly cloudy Sunday, and having walked more than 7,5km for a fun walk organised for the community by my previous school - I am beat! Honestly! And guess what? When we got to the end, Wicked, Jason X and I ran for like two seconds, i'm not kidding, two seconds! To cross the road, and the teachers said that we were disqualified, and Mahogany got a voucher for a local fast food take-away when she was right behind us... I could kick myself right now... All that for nothing!
And in two weeks time, school is going to close for two weeks to mark the end of the first semester back at school!
And a new revelation: I had a dream in December 2008 sometime that Wicked would stop talking to Charlie Chick, Jason X would confess his true feelings for Charlie Chick, and Hiro and Mahogany would become a couple... Guess what... I just found out last Tuesday - that I was right! They all occurred! In that exact order! Now that is creepy... So yeah, Hiro has gotten over me and moved on with my best friend. And I am cool with it. You know why? Cos I'm not surprised. I saw this happneing in a dream. And this kinda stuff happens to me alot... Like seriously... I can say something, and the next day it'll come true. Hiro thinks I'm psychic, but I just think that coincidences are a fan of mine.
And well, that's what's been going on, other than my sister left home on March 1 2009, and now I'm all alone at home. Cos she ranaway from that withcbitch of a mother of mine. And so I've converted her room into a winter room, where all my warm clothes are there, and I will sleep in her room in winter, otherwise my mother is going to throw away all of her clothes and ornamanets she left behind. And I hid away all her summer clothes as well in my cupboard, so my mother can't throw it away. And hence I've 'Pretended' to make my room a summer room... Clever, hey? =) And so all her belongings belong to me, under the pretence for my mother that I will actually use all of them, and spent the weekend cleaning that Grim Reaper off my sister's wall, and packing clothes into the different rooms. I don't know what I'm going to do for the December holidays this year. 6 weeks by myself on holiday with the parentals... =( No sister... I'm alone... You see? I'm already planning for December!!! I actually want to leave too... But I'm not that stupid... And like, my cousin and Charlie Chick and my dad are angry at me for what I did to my sister's room, and don't get why I did what I did. It's only to protect my sister's belongings. And she forgot about me now, no contact on that side, so I don't even know why I bother with MY ONLY SISTER!!! =(. Sheesh! And now my grandparents (Who by the way live with us in a flat above our house) have left on their recent annual holidays, for two months, and my gran (My real motherlike-figure) has left me alone with that bitch of her daughter-in-law, who can't face the fact that Charlie is like a sister to me, and that I love all of my friends. So screw you and your opinions mother dearest. I hate bringing friends over for that...

Current Mood: In pain from the legs down...

Current Music: Darin Zanyar featuring Kat DeLuna - Breathing Your Love. Awesome track for R&B pop lovers! =)

Current Quote: "Don't feel bad for the suicidal cats, gotta kill themselves nine times before they get it right..." - Haha! So true! From Fall Out Boy's "West Coast Smoker" lyrics off their new album.


Okay, I'm like gonna go rest now, or attempt to, since I'm like Insomniatic, Logorretic and Crazy... So Bye for now... =)