tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4841129608945622462024-03-13T11:11:23.061+05:30OldWhine..in a new bottle.Vasudhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943913530427321775noreply@blogger.comBlogger133125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484112960894562246.post-46515050882282630322012-11-25T00:13:00.001+05:302012-11-25T00:13:13.878+05:3015 Years Later<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
We did make <a href="http://oldwhine.blogspot.in/2011/11/clouds-end.html" target="_blank">the journey</a>.<br />
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The road's been made now. There is no trek. For old time's sake, we got off a couple of kilometres before, the adventurous among us, and walked ahead. The lodge offers adventure sports, camping packages, a zip line and the works. And in May, the time we went, there are no flowers. The sky is a clear blue.</div>
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My cousin (who was born the year after we went the first time) and I walked along the signs that said echo point. It was a far way off. We stopped midway and got talking, never making it there. Perhaps it's just as well. In my mind, it's a wondrous fable, and we'll let it echo.</div>
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Today, I walked and walked and walked some more. Met people. Saw things. And thought and thought and thought some more. At one point, I had almost an uncontrollable urge to stop in the middle of the road and sit down and puke out whatever it was I wanted to write.<br />
But now the urge has passed. And this is where we end.<br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: xx-small;">Also I hope you don't have me on your RSS reader. It's just going to mundane.</span></div>
Vasudhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943913530427321775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484112960894562246.post-60843687397010080702012-06-29T20:05:00.000+05:302012-06-29T20:06:04.302+05:30To and Fro<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Today, I went to college to submit a couple of nothings to finalize my seat for a pan-India-ish educational, experiential train journey being organized by the university for girl students. I'd gone alone, it was just a necessary two minute dropping off of documents, and I thought the college would be empty, save excessive dust, like the last time I'd been there. I entered, only to find an unfamiliar crowd, mostly kids and aunties. Turns out today was the day for submission of fees for the new academic year and the tiny place was swarmed. Anxious kids, kids lost and dazed, but mostly swaggering kids, mighty proud of making it to the coveted land, with tshirts proclaiming, "If found, drop me AT THE NEAREST PUB!" I gawked for a while, laughed a bit, till I realized what I wore at my college orientation. "Music is my drug. GET ADDICTED!"<br />
Good times.</div>Vasudhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943913530427321775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484112960894562246.post-6179551612187456912012-06-17T20:04:00.002+05:302012-06-17T20:08:19.887+05:30Hello.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I graduated. And visited Oxford in March. It was brilliant.</div>Vasudhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943913530427321775noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484112960894562246.post-90509060513424014542012-03-07T15:21:00.001+05:302012-03-07T15:31:17.142+05:30Aaand it's March.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Sigh.<br />
So much for being regular.<br />
Or keeping book reading resolutions.<br />
Don't you just know how a post starting with a sigh cannot be happy, much?<br />
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Defenses: I started learning Spanish! I have classes beginning 9AM on the weekends, thereby obliterating any chance of being able to sleep in, any day of the week, but they're fun! Bingo, pictionary, hangman, dumb charades and role plays. Very cool. :D<br />
Also did a small eleven day course in animation and VFX from MAAC. In 125 rupees. Snapdeal!<br />
Of course, it was very introductory, but learnt some neat stuff nonetheless. New found respect for actors as well. Editors ka toh always tha.<br />
High point: took photography workshops for kids at the Katha Lab School in Govindpuri. Their happiness on handling cameras? Unmatched.<br />
Visa stuff et cetera. More in subsequent [quite likely next, owing to speed] posts.<br />
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Aaaand that's it. What was the point of this post?<br />
Well, nothing.</div>Vasudhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943913530427321775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484112960894562246.post-85587005765949117232012-02-02T21:23:00.001+05:302012-02-02T22:19:47.903+05:301/12<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Did you realize a month of the was-just-new year is over already? It's like I'm running behing a train that's perpetually rushing forward, just a little faster than me, that's bit by bit getting out of reach.<span style="font-size: xx-small;"> [end cliche]</span> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">[but true]</span><br />
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As a start, it hasn't been too bad though. Highlights:<br />
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<li>Won two tshirts at a couple of photography competitions [:D], two of my photographs were exhibited in Hauz Khas, won awesome free stuff from a Facebook competition [camera straps! memory card holders!] and <a href="http://www.delhi100.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">Delhi100</a> was featured on <a href="http://www.startmagazine.in/" target="_blank">Start Magazine</a>!</li>
<li>More freebies! Got three books by Tagore for the photographyworkstuff done for Atelier's Youth Theater Festival last year. I love my life.</li>
<li>Happily attended a talk on Ramanujan As Everyman by Robert Kanigel, a photography workshop at Ramjas, and a talk by Raghu Rai ALONE, and sort of managed to get over my alone-is-awkward phobia.</li>
<li>Got food poisoning, for the first time ever, and then once again. Did not lose weight despite this.</li>
<li>Managed to stick to my reading list! I'm doing a <a href="http://oldwhine.blogspot.in/p/read-2012.html" target="_blank">book a week</a> this year. Hopefully.</li>
<li>Work/study-wise, gah. I'm supposed to be finalizing the topic for my graduation research paper, which, owing to my lack of Finance knowledge and surplus procrastinating ability, is just not being done.<br />Last semester's disastrous results must also be avenged, this being my final semester of college and all.</li>
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That is all for now, a floating deejay with a shaadi ka baarat is outside my house right now, and I can feel the walls shaking with the music. Must go out and yell.</div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">PS. Blog revival, yes? Be warned though. It's something I haven't done in a while, and if not life, my writing has become more mundane. It's my paranoia over eventual amnesia that forces me to write. :)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">PPS. HELLO!</span></div>
</div>Vasudhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943913530427321775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484112960894562246.post-42857702503992706592012-01-29T23:11:00.001+05:302012-01-29T23:11:16.824+05:30In Which You Meet Some Of My Family<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;">I really don't have a great memory. I don't remember most of the things I did as a kid. What I do know, is what I have been told by family, about my extremely violent Calvinesque nature in the days of yore.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;">But there are things that are stark in my memory. Being forced to wear a floral print dress for a birthday. Climbing guava trees at my nani's house. And the annual vacations to Mussoorie.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;">My mother's side of the family is from Dehradun, not far from which lies Mussoorie. Every year, without fail, all of us would make that trip to the hills, stay at the same resort, play tambola, trek. When I was six, the resort bailed out on us. Why I remember that particular year more than the others, I don't know. Maybe it's the photographs, the fact that it was a new place, or maybe it was Clouds End.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;">It wasn't the first time we were at Mussoorie. So it was strange that we hadn't visited this place before. We took a cab till the foot of the hill where it was, after which the road necessitated a trek. We trudged along, all of us, ages 11months to 79years, through the long uphill climb on gravel. Wheezing, we reached the summit where the lodge was located.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;">Would I go there again? I don't know. From what I read online, the place is actually called Cloud End, the lodge old and failing and food passable. That's not how I remember it. I remember it for the day I hid under an expanse of white, when I stood mortified, posing for a photograph as the horsekeeper handed me a bunch of flowers, while the family clapped. When we went as high as we could, and there was nowhere left to go. I'd rather live there.</span></span></div>Vasudhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943913530427321775noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484112960894562246.post-7900204622533166012011-08-22T18:03:00.001+05:302011-08-22T18:11:39.953+05:30Places To Go To<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Leh [is it me or does everyone seem to be going to Leh suddenly?]</li>
<li>BYOFF, at Puri. :D [<a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/152917701409807/">Facebook group here</a>]</li>
<li>Landsdowne</li>
<li>Shillong</li>
<li>Andaman</li>
<li>Kanyakumari</li>
<li>Kunzum, Hauz Khas. </li>
<li>And then the Hauz Khas fort complex.</li>
<li>arts.i, Saket</li>
<li>Khajuraho</li>
<li><a href="https://www.facebook.com/THEARTLOFT">Bombayyy</a></li>
<li>Old Fort</li>
<li>Khet</li>
<li><a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/My-Kind-Of-Street-Cafe/232682970080639">Interestingish cafe place.</a></li>
<li>The kitchen. Bhooooook. Okaabye.</li>
</ul></div>Vasudhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943913530427321775noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484112960894562246.post-70253187942934898172011-08-09T22:28:00.002+05:302011-08-09T22:29:26.686+05:30Birthdayyyy!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I turn 20 in three days.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Crap. When did <i>that</i> happen?</span></div>Vasudhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943913530427321775noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484112960894562246.post-76265880104429976472011-01-23T23:45:00.000+05:302011-01-23T23:45:03.836+05:30Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-nananananananananananaaaaa<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://flowingdata.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/Hey-Jude-flowchart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://flowingdata.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/Hey-Jude-flowchart.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Original <a href="http://flowingdata.com/2011/01/21/hey-jude-flowchart/">here.</a></div>Vasudhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943913530427321775noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484112960894562246.post-30893552319700932592010-10-31T12:30:00.000+05:302010-10-31T12:30:12.755+05:30Awake.Sometimes,<br />
I want to<br />
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<div style="text-align: right;">dig a hole<br />
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Cover myself with a quilted snuggle<br />
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And <span style="color: white;">..............</span> into the arms of slumber.<br />
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</div><span style="color: white;">...........</span>fall<br />
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</div></div>Vasudhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943913530427321775noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484112960894562246.post-59607472039997513742010-10-27T00:23:00.003+05:302010-10-27T00:29:04.301+05:30Home and Away<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Ngc71E0EkhQrVb3SEEEXZ92ayUkkHIwaQrsPRrRk_2Fy0DFzfrO_iJO4bJjUUE38uepoU8pUbATzrGKOHJUagZcaogLviyQ5BkyiOkAH0QdFV1skwZx8l7fclRWXArWYeJOyZB4W-pbU/s1600/1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Ngc71E0EkhQrVb3SEEEXZ92ayUkkHIwaQrsPRrRk_2Fy0DFzfrO_iJO4bJjUUE38uepoU8pUbATzrGKOHJUagZcaogLviyQ5BkyiOkAH0QdFV1skwZx8l7fclRWXArWYeJOyZB4W-pbU/s640/1.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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It feels nice when you're back after being away for a week and nothing changes. Not even Facebook display pictures.Vasudhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943913530427321775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484112960894562246.post-73831056732083289652010-09-14T23:04:00.003+05:302010-09-14T23:10:08.883+05:30In which we display link loveThings you should totally dig:<br />
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<ul><li>The Mahabharata just got a sense of humour. <b><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20%20http://ackcomic.com/%20">Go ha-ha.</a></b></li>
<li>Oh<a href="http://www.limonastudio.com/"> <b>bete.</b></a> </li>
<li> Why? Why not. Why <b><a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=123971864302292">EVER</a></b> not.</li>
<li>Um, no really,<b><a href="http://www.dna11.com/"> why?</a></b></li>
<li>Make me happy. Buy me<b> <a href="http://chumbak.in/">stuff. </a></b></li>
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Jao khelo.Vasudhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943913530427321775noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484112960894562246.post-77492372519191709672010-07-16T11:14:00.005+05:302010-07-16T21:07:29.647+05:30-I drew a line,<br />
I drew a line for you.<br />
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There.<br />
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I've gotta say, I wasted all your time, honey honey</i></span> </div>Vasudhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943913530427321775noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484112960894562246.post-11030740997879112242010-06-22T20:27:00.008+05:302010-06-22T22:43:41.974+05:30The Kewlest Five Pending Friend Requests On My Facebook<span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">[Psst: SPECIAL MENTION]</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqjDb4LCSvHSORKf47C70hI9UkK3IEuca-4FoExChG4D7zEGT_Uw8JZWnRDBlrY-xloErP4kK83P29iXAUw4g9xLmHT0TY3XGbAzn8iPQYJrzZVWZ_CehQzGWirHYAJJUkQIII2OMe5Vy9/s1600/nvs.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 116px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqjDb4LCSvHSORKf47C70hI9UkK3IEuca-4FoExChG4D7zEGT_Uw8JZWnRDBlrY-xloErP4kK83P29iXAUw4g9xLmHT0TY3XGbAzn8iPQYJrzZVWZ_CehQzGWirHYAJJUkQIII2OMe5Vy9/s400/nvs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485647121010844114" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br />Numbaah 5</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCi2-E13Y4RYdzBtVQV-A0NHpWz6WcXibWd79tPPbkDRj90Ol1zFV8gUaiHPYd4IorfHVYDa-I2FpZF2e67XXw3ggBCP7I6YLAXoYYTo6NcynhLkqdJEygiIgmuhJOPmtEOLG8AAmp2dZ-/s1600/option7.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 148px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCi2-E13Y4RYdzBtVQV-A0NHpWz6WcXibWd79tPPbkDRj90Ol1zFV8gUaiHPYd4IorfHVYDa-I2FpZF2e67XXw3ggBCP7I6YLAXoYYTo6NcynhLkqdJEygiIgmuhJOPmtEOLG8AAmp2dZ-/s400/option7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485630618756552386" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Honestly man, had your hand not been so strategically placed as to make me think there's a teeny-weeny tear some<span style="font-style: italic;">where</span>, I would have accepted. Sachimuchi.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br />Four</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkwlaSmGO9IhCxvkWjo1XAF8TPfvqDjt6tnRi6aINf6CWcFcmoLAOok4m2GWmyP36NRGrfNTwRP7xU32EWN8ks26-vSzvVIl9yv5asy5w7MSGym0va7ZwKhKgCLzQ4yPvNLjH3hDasRjl-/s1600/option1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkwlaSmGO9IhCxvkWjo1XAF8TPfvqDjt6tnRi6aINf6CWcFcmoLAOok4m2GWmyP36NRGrfNTwRP7xU32EWN8ks26-vSzvVIl9yv5asy5w7MSGym0va7ZwKhKgCLzQ4yPvNLjH3hDasRjl-/s400/option1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485623883788973570" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />I think this guy has something to do with the Dance Soc of the college, considering the mutual friends. But, but. I don't. Also, my name isn't Vasu Vasoooz Vazoodha on Facebook.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br />Numbrrr 3</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD_w3NRAvXB-rRgbzl30uatIQtAk34_8tj_uqKCRizwa5aR676v8mv9xkB7YmcMKeOfLaIL7EsIhdyAJIIjcH1n2ScsQiBzOY9jZNrQqrzmvE7i_C5nIVMk8QWK7tbcctGG-84xQwtMQG7/s1600/option3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 165px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD_w3NRAvXB-rRgbzl30uatIQtAk34_8tj_uqKCRizwa5aR676v8mv9xkB7YmcMKeOfLaIL7EsIhdyAJIIjcH1n2ScsQiBzOY9jZNrQqrzmvE7i_C5nIVMk8QWK7tbcctGG-84xQwtMQG7/s400/option3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485623889042452658" border="0" /></a><br /><br />He's got a human display picture. He's got four pack abs. And a three pack upperchestishthingy. He can speak two languages. He can type two languages. He's hot. You're not.<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" ><br /><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">Is it me or does the bracket say Dheen Jawaak? Duuude. Three languages.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br />Two-ooh-ooh</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSCubYV_sPmU6FDfkTgxk-1VRUk8-5NkhTJ5Cysz2UTRVwKI-3skZooTzBsLT_ohXBVflv4Az30vdDLSdKHXOLETN3mfBjTXs9NqBc5iG_RPhyphenhyphenWx4-dqk_lEGjYQojqqO6ljmr0b6bbp7l/s1600/option10.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 76px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSCubYV_sPmU6FDfkTgxk-1VRUk8-5NkhTJ5Cysz2UTRVwKI-3skZooTzBsLT_ohXBVflv4Az30vdDLSdKHXOLETN3mfBjTXs9NqBc5iG_RPhyphenhyphenWx4-dqk_lEGjYQojqqO6ljmr0b6bbp7l/s400/option10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485623895180762370" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Now <span style="font-style: italic;">this</span> guy.<br />He. Is<span style="font-weight: bold;"> cool.</span><br />He's caring. Isn't pushy. Is accessible. Is religious. Is sax, blue collar et al. And shares my mum's name. Oh.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br />And the kewlest, fraandsippiest guy is...</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFytJJM1aIKz8XoQXZTILjv_9tnRFrWPc1CpqPjAWxYBWSkXZwEjqbdoJnc72wXjIxk_cxZDhmXWmqC6KNtQrcbMr3JNJsNNjUT-ThAGM4gJDxhCyHFOrrFOpKqJZbTDwfWgYn2bQY3gB7/s1600/option11.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 87px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFytJJM1aIKz8XoQXZTILjv_9tnRFrWPc1CpqPjAWxYBWSkXZwEjqbdoJnc72wXjIxk_cxZDhmXWmqC6KNtQrcbMr3JNJsNNjUT-ThAGM4gJDxhCyHFOrrFOpKqJZbTDwfWgYn2bQY3gB7/s400/option11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485623900898304626" border="0" /> </a><br /></div>Vasudhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943913530427321775noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484112960894562246.post-6824916710068416892010-06-17T23:28:00.002+05:302010-06-17T23:28:59.252+05:30No kidding.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMAMVV0jx27SzEEOwgmVz5jUvcDBjYKbzQVLZOyaMe8n93d280tyARv4upViSuRfYwdfeka5BVRXf-iAtinFJ1_7zR7xQW7X2f_KdHtR8TAkLVgUydEVpSFbs_DW629tC2yFqTQHFhXRVh/s1600/20052_1310575078190_1045002371_951613_7936934_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMAMVV0jx27SzEEOwgmVz5jUvcDBjYKbzQVLZOyaMe8n93d280tyARv4upViSuRfYwdfeka5BVRXf-iAtinFJ1_7zR7xQW7X2f_KdHtR8TAkLVgUydEVpSFbs_DW629tC2yFqTQHFhXRVh/s400/20052_1310575078190_1045002371_951613_7936934_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483803614353307826" border="0" /></a>Vasudhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943913530427321775noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484112960894562246.post-39299748496013985922010-06-07T21:32:00.003+05:302010-06-07T21:39:19.706+05:30Loose EndsThose threads that wiggle out of a cloth. Little insipid twiddles that risk carrying away the pattern with them. Or not. Do you pull them off or let them stay?Vasudhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943913530427321775noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484112960894562246.post-58850215949052707862010-06-06T22:19:00.000+05:302010-06-06T22:25:37.157+05:30We Found Some Lego Today<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi08fC-5nWJUFmdj95OqRIyRKK8aS1jhbR3CAixOkgIbLjxQGh4yHFoyh-c2DJPPNdv64EPAmf2BKyY4GXpmArfE3PIPXtqy2CgxbtpFPNvADo31I3DswKbIU7d8Lemm5u5XdAjG5Sy0OSg/s1600/blawwg2.jpg"><img style="display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi08fC-5nWJUFmdj95OqRIyRKK8aS1jhbR3CAixOkgIbLjxQGh4yHFoyh-c2DJPPNdv64EPAmf2BKyY4GXpmArfE3PIPXtqy2CgxbtpFPNvADo31I3DswKbIU7d8Lemm5u5XdAjG5Sy0OSg/s400/blawwg2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479704678249788802" border="0" /></a><br /></div>It's a giraffe, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">aiight</span>?Vasudhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943913530427321775noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484112960894562246.post-62511461382942536832010-06-04T23:14:00.000+05:302010-06-05T01:39:58.446+05:30The Necessary Precursor To A Wedding<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">From the inbox and out:</span><br /><br /><b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Shining in the setting sun like a pearl upon the ocean come and fee-ee-eel me. :P</b><br /><br /><i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Ewww, I don't wanna feel you! :P</i><br /><br /><b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">You're such a spoil sport. :P</b><br /><br /><i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">No, I'm just straight. :P</i><br /><br /><b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">You're bleh okay! Suk sent the continuation to this song, and Dish sent yellow, why couldn't you huh?<br />Cheap you are!</b><br /><br /><i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Cos, see. Pearl pehli baat ocean ke 'on' nahi hota, 'in' hota hai. So even the setting sun can't make it shine since it's 'in' an oyster 'in' the ocean. Thus,<br /><br />Dulling in the setting sun like a pearl-in-an-oyster in the OHHHHshun,<br />Come and feeeeel meh. :P</i><br /><br /><b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Random. The lyrics aren't even about the pearl, they're about the sun which is being compared to the sun which is being compared to the shining pearl, and it is setting upon the ocean. Get it, topper?</b><br /><br /><i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Ohhh. But wait. It's about the girl who's shining in the setting sun. But it's the sun and not the girl who's like a pearl. So galat sentence structure hai na?</i><br /><br /><b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Okay no wait. They're talking of a person who's being compared to the shining sun, like the pearl, which is setting upon the ocean, and the guy wants that person to come and feel him. :P</b><br /><i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br />Basically.<br />(You're) Shining in the setting sun, (which is) like a pearl upon the ocean, (so please you, and not the sun) come and feeeeeel me. :P<br /></i><b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br />Ya I just sent you that, the correct thing. :P<br />Gosh we think alike, we should get <u>married.</u></b><br /></span>Vasudhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943913530427321775noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484112960894562246.post-71634511880373668962010-04-21T18:48:00.000+05:302010-05-26T13:28:03.406+05:30Hi.<br /><br />Anyone home?Vasudhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943913530427321775noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484112960894562246.post-59943027440180351572009-06-28T20:17:00.000+05:302010-06-05T01:48:14.744+05:30Getting pseudo-philo at Cha Bar<blockquote>It's all a stupid game. You don't know where the end is, but you have to keep playing. You don't know how to win, but you know how you can lose.</blockquote><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">And she said she got me, in a weird sort of way. =P</span><br /></span></span>Vasudhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943913530427321775noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484112960894562246.post-22069219369340729322009-06-22T18:48:00.000+05:302010-05-26T13:28:03.438+05:30Tag-di Kabab. [Oh go on, laugh]<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] yourself!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">YOUR BOY SIDE—</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] You love hoodies.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" >[So bad ass. =P]</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] You love jeans. <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" >[When they're not pink]</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] Dogs are better than cats. <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" >[Cats are creepy. There was this cat who used to sneak into my cupboard in the winters. Everyday. For a week. And I'd open the door in the morning, half asleep, and this furry thing would jump out. There wasn't any need to use an alarm clock in the house that week. I was loud.]</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] It’s hilarious when people get hurt.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] Shopping is torture.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" >[Excuse me? Shopping is the greatest sport EVER.]</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] Sad movies stink. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] You own a car racing game.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] You played with Hot Wheels cars as a kid. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] At some point in time you wanted to be a fire-fighter.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] You owned a DS, PS2, N64,or Sega.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] You used to be obsessed with Power Rangers.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] You have watched sports on TV.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] Gory movies are cool.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] You go to your dad for advice.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] You own like a trillion baseball caps.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] You used to collect hockey cards</span>. <span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">[Pokemon? WWE? Tazoes?]</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] Baggy sweats are cool to wear.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] It’s kinda weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] Green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favorite colors.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] You love to go crazy and not care what people think.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] Sports are fun.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] You talk with food in your mouth.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] You sleep with your socks on at night. <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" >[Ugh. Sweaty.] </span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] You have fished at least once</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">YOUR GIRL SIDE—</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] You love to shop. <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" >[Therapy?]</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] You wear eyeliner.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" >[DON'T make those eyes.]</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] You wear the color pink.</span> <span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">[I have um, pink shoes.]</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] You go to your mom to talk. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] You consider cheerleading a sport.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] You hate wearing the color black.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] You like going to the mall. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[]You like getting manicures and/or pedicures.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] You like wearing jewelry.</span> <span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">[Earrings. Six of them. =D]</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] You cried watching The Notebook.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] Skirts are a big part of your wardrobe.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] Shopping is one of your favorite hobbies.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] You don’t like the movie Star Wars.</span> <span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">[Going by fifteen minutes of one. I not understand Inglis.]</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] You are/were in gymnastics. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] It takes you around one hour to shower, get dressed, and make-up.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" >[Or more.]</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] You smile a lot more than you should.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] You have more than 10 pairs of shoes. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] You care about what you look like. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] You like wearing dresses when you can.</span> <span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">[Um, sometimes.]</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] You like wearing high heel shoes.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" >[When I don't trip. =P]</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] You used to play with dolls as little kid.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" > [I was almost a guy as a kid. Once, and I'm not kidding, there was this guy who I'd just met, who talked to me for an hour. Cars, wrestling and suchlike. Then, my cuz came in and yelled, "Didiiiii!" And this guy goes, "YOU'RE A GIRL!?! "]</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] You like putting make-up on others.<span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" > [Others being the keyword. =P] </span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] You like being the star of everything. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] Pink is one of your favourite colors.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Appearance •</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] I am shorter than 5′5″. </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" >[One inch. :/]</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I have many scars. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] I tan/ burn easily.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I wish my hair was a different color.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I have a tattoo. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] I am self-conscious about my appearance.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I’ve had/have braces.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I’ve been told I’m attractive by a complete stranger.<span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" > </span></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" >[The day that happens, I'd have had plastic surgery.]</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] I have more than two piercings.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" > [Four more than two.]</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I have / had piercings in places besides my ears.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">• Embarrassment •</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] I’ve slipped out a “lol” in a spoken conversation. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] Disney movies still make me cry. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] I’ve snorted while laughing. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] I’ve laughed so hard I’ve cried.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" >[Every single time.]</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I’ve glued my hand to something.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] I’ve laughed ’til some kind of beverage came out of my nose.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" > [And mouth. Lime soda.]</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I’ve had my pants rip in public. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">• Health •</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I’ve gotten stitches.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] Broken a bone.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" >[When I was four. I think.]</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I’ve had my tonsils removed</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I’ve sat in a doctor’s office with a friend.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I’ve had my wisdom teeth removed.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I’ve had serious surgery. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I’ve had chicken pox.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">• Traveling •</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] I’ve driven / ridden over 200 miles in one day. <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" >[We had to go from Birmingham to this place called Barnsdale. We reached somewhere near Manchester.]</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I’ve been to Canada.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I’ve been to Cuba.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I’ve been to Niagara Falls.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I’ve been to Ottawa.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I’ve gone to Sudbury.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I’ve been to the Caribbean.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] I’ve been to Europe.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" >[Espana. On the beach at Malaga with both my grandmums. =P] </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I’ve been to Florida.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">• Experiences •</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] I’ve gotten lost in my city.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" >[My city is the size of a small country.]<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] I’ve seen a shooting star.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] I’ve wished on a shooting star.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" >[Kuchh Kuchh Hota Hai OD. =P]</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I’ve seen a meteor shower. </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" > [I wish. :(]</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] I’ve gone out in public in my pyjamas.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] I’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I’ve kicked a guy where it hurts. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] I’ve been to a casino. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I’ve been skydiving.<span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"> [I want. :(]</span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I’ve gone skinny-dipping. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I’ve drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I’ve crashed a car.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I’ve been skiing. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] I’ve been in a musical. </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" >[When I was nine. If you count an appearance in a teacher's kurta that reached my feet, dancing to, "Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice; come let us praise the Lord!" as being in a musical. Oh, and I was carrying one of those Arabian brass flasks.]</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I’ve caught a snowflake or snow on my tongue.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I’ve seen the Northern Lights. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] I’ve sat on a rooftop at night.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] I’ve played a prank on someone.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] I’ve ridden in a taxi.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I’ve seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I’ve eaten Sushi.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" > [Vegetarian.]</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I’ve been snowboarding. </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" >[Snow tyring?]</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">• Relationships •</span><br /><br /> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] I’m single. </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" >[And.. yes.]</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I’m in a relationship.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I’m engaged.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I’m married.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I miss someone right now.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[ ] I’ve gotten divorce.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">• Honesty / Crime •</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I’ve done something I promised someone else I wouldn’t. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] I’ve done something I promised myself I wouldn’t.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" >[And it didn't turn out good.]</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I’ve snuck out.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I’ve lied to my parents about where I am.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] I’ve cheated while playing a game.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I’ve ran a red light.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I’ve witnessed a crime.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] I’ve been in a fist fight.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I’ve been arrested.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">• Death and Suicide •</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] I’m afraid of dying.<span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" > </span></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" >[I had <span style="font-style: italic;">those </span>nightmares when I was ten. *cringes*]</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] I hate funerals. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I’ve seen someone / something dying.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] Someone close to me has attempted / committed suicide.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I’ve written a eulogy for myself. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">• Materialism •</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I own over 5 rap CD’s.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I have an unhealthy obsession with anime</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I own REAL designer purses, costing over $100 a piece.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I own something from Pac Sun.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I collected comic books.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I own something from The Gap.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I own something I got on E-Bay.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I own something from Abercrombie. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" ><br />[And I am... not materialistic at all. Wow.]</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />• Random •</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I can sing well.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" >[See previous post. =P]</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] Stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" >[No, but I know <a href="http://monosyllables-no-more.blogspot.com/">someone</a> who would.]</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I open up to others easily.<span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" > </span></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" >[Ha.]</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] I watch the news. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] I don’t kill bugs</span>.<span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" > [If I can help it. Bugs are cool. They don't say stupid things like humans.]</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] I sing in the shower.<span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" > [But I turn up the radio to drown it. See point one.]</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] I am a morning person. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I paid for my cell phone ring tone.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I am a sports fanatic.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" >[I am a sports.. interesterado. O.o] [And that didn't even turn up on Spell Check for a mo' O.o]</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] I twirl my hair.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" > [Um, sometimes.]</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] I care about grammar. </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" >[Yours.]</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I have “?”’s in my screen name.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" >[Huh?]</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I love spam.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" >[HUH?]</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I’ve copied more than 30 CD’s in a day.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I bake well. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] My favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, red, blue, black, purple, or orange.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] I would wear pajamas to school.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I know how to shoot a gun.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS...EvErY nOw AnD tHeN. </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" >[Npe, dis iz SOO mch kewlr. Lyk, dood.]</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I laugh at my own jokes</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] I eat fast food weekly.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" >[Subway.]</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] I’ve not turned anything in and still got an A in a certain class. </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" >[General Studies. =P]</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I can’t sleep if there is a spider in the room.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I am really ticklish.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I like white chocolate.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I bite my nails.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] I’m good at remembering faces.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I’m good at remembering names.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[x] I’m good at remembering dates. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] I honestly have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" > [Here's one. Live.]</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[] All my answers were totally honest. <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" >[Teehee.]</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Ask no quoshuns my dear, hear no lies.</span><br /></span>Vasudhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943913530427321775noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484112960894562246.post-53859418530256010872009-06-08T00:49:00.000+05:302010-05-26T13:28:03.680+05:3025 Random Things : Courtesy Madame DQ<span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">[The <a href="http://return-of-the-dq.blogspot.com/">DQ</a> with the dope on me. A more sophisticated version of the parda-faash. I think I'll go into hiding.]<br />[Just so you know, Dish, Ily. :)]<br /></span></span><br />1. She takes too long to dress up. WAY too long. OMG. But somehow, she still manages to go ahead with impromptu plans. She amazes me :|<br /><br />2. She is the camerawoman of the group and YET she has the most number of photographs on Facebook (yes, I am jealous, missy). Tell me if my Math is weak. How does that work out?<br /><br />3. She sounds like Anil! Yes, she does. Oh, and by the way, for all you haters-of-Meow. Anil left. Like, FOREVER. So there will be no "Between The Sheets".. :( If I wanted to talk to you, I'd listen to Anil, and damn it, TRUST me, okay? The advice and stuff is err.. was SO you.<br /><br />4. She is good at a lot of things. (Jack of all, mistress of all) and she will NEVER ever admit it. She will find a twisty explanation to shut me up everytime. But deep down, I know she is good at being a nerd and so many other things. :P<br /><br />5. She argues a lot and I hate losing arguments to her. (oh, and that happens.. every single frikkin time!) Thank GOD she is not planning to become a lawyer. I would never be able to beat her. Like, ever. Sheesh.<br /><br />6. She can never stay online for too long, NOW. In tenth, whenever I used to come online, she would DEFINITELY be online, but now, she hardly comes for fifteen minutes at a stretch. Wow. Old habits die quickly, Vasu?<br /><br />7. Confession : I love her dressing sense. She carries it off so bloody well. If I wear what she wears, I'd end up looking like a big fat (no pun, dude) joke. I mean, really. You remember, Geetika's birthday party? If I wore that, I'd look like a clown. And you look decent (even pretty, see?). You look awesome :D Don't change, even if Suk makes fun of you!<br /><br />8. She coughs a lot in class. Oh God. OH GOD. Thank God I never shared the same examination room with her. Get well soon, Vasu :)<br /><br />9. I don't understand how she could put up with me for two damn years. I wouldn't be able to if I was her. Patience. She has a lot of it, I guess. (sometimes she doesn't, but then mostly, she does)<br /><br />10. She is a hardcore perfectionist. And I strive to become one of those, but I can never, ever attain perfection. I don't know how she does it. It's so frustrating. :|<br /><br />11. For the last two years in school, I remember her.. running. In the corridors, out the door, in the door, on the staircase. She was always on the move. Doing this teacher's work, or confiscating that, or attending this meeting, or making that announcement. God. Some stamina she has.<br /><br />12. I remember that she was the first person ever to read my first story EVER (yes, it's not complete yet). And she actually liked it. I was so happy :) I took writing seriously ever since then.<br /><br />13. She is soooooooooo diplomatic. Sometimes I wish she weren't! But she is. And I am too. So, I guess that's okay. Pretty normal, Vasu?<br /><br />14. She is one of those few people who have a super duper HUGE social life. And she can handle it well. ;)<br /><br />15. She is so damn <span style="font-style: italic;">kind</span>. And I mean it, when I use that word. But she respects her rights, and yours too. She is a woman of substance!<br /><br />(I am running out of things to say. Damn it!)<br /><br />16. She backpats a lot. (contrary to her saying that I backpat, I just realised that SHE backpats way more than I do :|)<br /><br />17. She is good at writing poetry that I don't get :P No offence. I think, what I don't get, is super awesome :)<br /><br />18. If she can't convince them, she confuses them :| (okay, i cheated, a little bit. sorry?)<br /><br />19. She can't sing too well (what? it's a fact!).<br /><br />20. She talks with an accent. (YES, you do, Vasu :|) <span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">[I don't know why, I don't know how.]</span></span><br /><br />21. She confuses me, a LOT. Sometimes I don't even admit it. I feel so stupid :P (refer 18)<br /><br />22. She is way too busy for my liking :| But I like the fact that she finds time for everyone. :)<br /><br />23. She is writing the same tag for me right now :D YAY!<br /><br />24. She is online for the next one hour :o :D<br /><br /><br />Okay, So I cheated, Vasu :|<br />Sorry.<br />But if I remember more things, I will put them up on my blog, okay?<br />Promise. (:<br /><br />And I love the fact that you try and make me feel better, every single time.<br />I'd get tired of me, but you don't. (:<br />You rocketh, <span style="font-style: italic;">beti</span>.<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" ><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">[Ah yes, 24. Don't be too harsh on <a href="http://return-of-the-dq.blogspot.com/">the poor dear</a>. Math isn't her favourite subject.]</span></span>Vasudhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943913530427321775noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-484112960894562246.post-31943649930105174742009-06-07T23:00:00.000+05:302010-05-26T13:28:03.691+05:30Monosyllables Inc.<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">The Rules : </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Answer in yes or no.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">You are not allowed to say anything or explain anything unless someone messages you.</span><br /><br />Taken a picture naked? : - No<br />Made out with a member of the same sex? : - No<br />Danced in front of your mirror? : - Yes<br />Told a lie? : - Yes <br />Gotten in a car with people you just met?: - Yes<br />Been in a fist fight? : - Yes<br />Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back? : - ["message" me] Yes<br />Been arrested? : - No <br />Left your house without telling your parents? : - No<br />Ditched school to do something more fun? : - Yes<br />Slept in a bed with a member of the same sex? : - Yes <br />Seen someone die? : - No<br />Kissed a picture? : - No<br />Slept in until 3? : - Yes<br />Laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by? : - Yes<br />Played dress up? : - Yes<br />Fallen asleep at work/school? : - No<br />Felt an earthquake? : - No<br />Touched a snake? : - Yes<br />Ran a red light? : - No<br />Had detention? : - No<br />Been in a car accident? : - Yes<br />Pole danced? : - ["message" me] [What is with these weird things?] [Reminds me of massage me] Yes<br />Been lost? : - Yes <br />Sang karaoke? : - Yes<br />Done something you told yourself you wouldn't? : - Yes <br />Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? : - Yes<br />Caught a snowflake on your tongue? : - No<br />Kissed in the rain? : - No<br />Sang in the shower? : - Yes<br />Got your tongue stuck to a pole? : - No<br />Ever gone to school partially naked? : [message/massage] Yes<br />Sat on a roof top? : - Yes<br />Played chicken? : - Yes<br />Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? : - I <i>think</i> so, yeah<br />Been told you're hot by a complete stranger? : - No. [!!!]<br />Broken a bone? : - Yes<br />Mooned/flashed someone? : - No<br />Forgotten someone's name? : - Yes <br />Slept naked? : - No<br />Blacked out from drinking? : - No<br />Played a prank on someone? : - Yes<br />Felt like killing someone? : - No [I'm your friendly, neighbourhood bore]<br />Made a parent cry? : - Yes<br />Cried over someone? : - Yes<br />Had sex more than 5 times in one day? : - No?<br />Had/Have a dog? : - No<br />Been in a band? : - Yes<br />Drank 25 sodas in a day? : - 27 golguppas<br />Shot a gun?:- Yes<br /><br />There. You asked for a post, and there you have one. Now don't blame me for going by the rules. Just mail me a guest post so you have better stuff here. Or "message" me one.Vasudhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09943913530427321775noreply@blogger.com5