My Parade

So the days are passing me by. Literally. Today is Friday, generally supposed to be exciting as it is the day before Saturday. So let me tell you about the exciting part of my day.

When I got home, nobody was there yet.
Mil: Sweet...the house is mine.
20 minutes later as I was settling in with a Hindi movie (they're the best comfort, I tell ya)...
Mom: I'm back!
Mil: Ah crap.

1 hour later, after the many many interruptions (I didn't even get to cry properly at the part in Kuch Kuch Hota Hai where the little girl has to give a speech about mothers) I endured from my entire family...
Mom: Mil, tomorrow's the function.
Mil: Yes Ma, I know.
Mom: So, what are you going to wear?
Mil: *points to her t-shirt and shorts*
Mom: *gives Mil the look of Death*
Mil: *hides under blanket*
Mom: Mil, go try on those Indian outfits granny sent you. I want a fashion show after I eat.
Mil: Ah, crap.

And so it began. There were about 9 outfits to get in and get out off and trust me, it was no easy feat. It was hot, for starters and the fact that I wasn't feeling very "fashioney" did not help. But then again, when am I ever feeling fashioney?

The two hours after 9.30p.m. were spent "modelling" for Mommy. It went like this:
Mil: *goes in room, puts on an outfit (that took about 10minutes by itself) and trudges out to the tv lounge to show Mom*
Mom: Oooo, maybe you should wear this tomorrow night
Mil: Mom, you said that about the other 3 outfits I tried on. Just pick one and tell me what to wear.
Mom: Ok, this one.
Ok, no! The one with the pearls! You look so grown-up.
Mil: Mom, I am grown-up.
Mom: You don't look it.
Mil: Thanks Mom.
Mom: No, you do, but only when you're all dressed up.
Mil: *ponders for a bit but realises that's not true either*
Mom: Let's get a second opinion. Pa? Pa! Come out here! Look at Mil!
Dad: *drags himself away from Freecell and comes to look at his daughter (who, by now, is clenching her teeth together in not-so-mock anger)*
Dad: *nods slowly* Nice. *runs back to Freecell*
Mil: He said that the last three times you asked him, Ma. That's no second opinion.
Mom: I think we should go with the pink one.
Mil: Ok.
Mom: But try on the rest of the outfits so we know what they look like.
Mil: *surpresses the urge to tear all her hair out*
Ah, crap.

I Got You Covered

Hello all.

I feel British. Ahahaha! It's been a nice day, not bad, boleh tahan.
For awhile there, since last week, I was holed up in my lair, only socializing through the cyber world.
Today finally feels somewhat normal. Not that normal is always good, because, let's face it, the best of us are hardly paradigms of normalcy. Nyah.

I feel ever so grateful to have people around me, I must say thank you. You know who you are. Even if I don't see you on a regular basis, thank you for being in my life.
A special thank you to the person whom I most want to see but can only do so on a delayed-reaction webcam. Thank you for letting me in. I really like it here and I want to stay for a long, long time.

I know I'm not exactly reliable (especially when it comes to time- me and that Freak don't exactly get along, what with her going so slow when I want her to go fast), I am usually late and I am horrible at returning calls and smses. You must know that it's not because I don't like you or want to piss you off. I'm just a highly irresponsible individual. Ask anyone.

But I want to know I got you covered. Anybody who cares enough to read this space is someone I care deeply about. So, don't hesitate, I'm here. Best part of me is, I'm so weird that you just can't freak me out. Well, you can (especially if you're underage, related to me and planning to do special things with/ to the opposite sex) but in all probability, I wouldn't judge you. Why should I anyway. I don't see the point.

Moving on...

1. I've developed a severe need to have music on wherever I am (too bad I don't have an Ipod) and it's even worse than before. Maybe it's because I get really strong urges to sing all the time now. Perhaps it is my way of expressing emotions that don't know how to get out. Nothing negative, don't worry.

2. Parent-teacher meeting is this Saturday and I am so not in the mood for this. Give me a break, people, we're college students. Do we really have to play this round anymore? Frustrating, it is. What's more frustrating is the fact that mom insists on going. I know I just called myself irresponsible, but my mom does not need to find that out. Besides, she already knows it. Why go to college to hear it from my lecturers (who, by the way are pretty useless this semester).

3. The post office is about to become my regular hang-out. Haha. Get it get it?

4. Sushi belts are so cool, seriously. I am in awe. Wee. (I don't know if they're called sushi belts, but well, they're sushi and they're on a conveyer belt, so I just put two and two together)

5. I didn't know I was addicted to Friends until last night. It hit me and I saw the light. It could be worse, I could be addicted to porn. I'm not, by the way. Not even a little bit.

6. I sang along to Save Tonight without even feeling sad today. There is progress. If you don't know what I'm talking about, take a listen to it and you'll know.

7. Nevertheless, you are missed.

8. Jack Shall Have Jill by Juliette Mead was quite brilliant. I enjoyed it. Full of nostalgia and things I could relate to. Eternal triangles, but in circles. Here is a quote from the book:

"There is nothing wrong with prolonging the agony when the agony holds some
faint vestige of hope."

-Juliette Mead from Jack Shall Have Jill