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Or was that just a telescopic camera nod?

6 Dec

|Random post titles are random. Pay no attention.|

WordPress, I go for a few days and you change! Talk about love. ūüėÄ (Scoff all you want, but you need to be nice to technology, when they take over the world, you’ll be sorry you never said “Hi!” to you coffee machine)

Being in a perpetual state of confusion is tiring, but if there’s one thing I’ve learnt over the years ’bout myself, it really doesn’t help to push. I never do anything if people keep nagging me. Once they, and I, leave myself alone, I almost always get the work done/decisions made, even if I cut it real close. There’s just this moment, and I might be just lazying around and doing nothing till then, but when that moment strikes, I’ll get the work done. Almost always.

Like today, they’ve been after me to book the GMAT for months. I’ve been after me to book the GMAT for months, and even though loads of times I’ve opened the site and selected the date I never clicked, “Pay.”. Just didn’t feel like it. I finally did it today. We were watching TV, I got my dads credit card and just booked the test. (21st Dec. The panic’s gonna hit tomorrow. I’m in denial now). But I feel kinda good. As I always do after a decision is made. This is still not really what I wanna do, but for now, while I can’t think of anything else, atleast I know that I’ll be doing something. And that feels good.

And trust Fall Out Boy to write a song with Water Buffaloes in the title. With no mention of said animal? Mammal!! in the song at all.


He’s so sad!! Someone needs to write a song for him. (Dude. I’ve already written the worlds lamest story. I’m not even going near water buffaloes.)

He was a sad little fellow, 
that water buffalo . . . . . . .  .

My blog posts are totally like Fall Out Boy songs.

Random titles with even more random words. ūüėÄ

One day, fo sho, I’m gonna talk about meaningful stuff. One day.

Fall Out Boy РDisloyal Order of Water Buffaloes                  

Detox just to retox
And I’d promise you anything for another shot at life
And perfect boys with their perfect lives
Nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy


And if you say this makes you happy . . . .

10 Nov

|It’s a bad idea to try to understand my post titles. The have no absolutely no relation to the actual posts whatsoever. |

I’m in such a band documentary kind of mood right now, I just had to write about it. ūüėź

Seriously though, all i want to do is curl up in my blanket (WHY is it so cold! It’s only¬†November!) with my laptop and loads and loads of tea, and just watch all the band documentary’s and DVD’s that I can. But I can’t do that, ’cause

1) It’s 12 am, and while time is never a hindrance, ’cause it’s not like I can sleep¬†either ways¬† but I have to be up at 6 tomorrow(I’ve forgotten what a real Sunday feels like, I hate you November weekends), and only, only if i put my headphones on and try to fall asleep now, I’ll most probably (hopefully!), be able to fall asleep by 3 am. Thank God for sad songs.

2) My DVD’s (the ones I have) are in another room. And I’m really cozy and comfy in my blanket right now with FatDog on my feet. I’d be crazy to move right now. (and i’m gonna need to go to the bathroom in exactly 3….2…1…! Ofc).

3) H is watching the¬†Manchester¬†United match online, ’cause Dad mad him switch off the TV seeing that he has a practical exam tomorrow. As if that would stop him. ūüėÄ BUT, i lost the game of Stone, Paper, Scissors so he gets unchallenged internet usage. And both of us can¬†definitely¬†not watch videos at the same time, uninterrupted that it. So youtube is out of the question too.

*sigh* What must one do when one feels like just enjoying their favorite bands goofing off and throwing wet toilet paper at passerbys from their hotel room, TPing their band mates room, breaking a hotel table and then hiding the pieces (they’re under the sofa), and returning a foul smelling Chicken Fricassee to the kitchen via their window and through the skylight? What? ūüėÄ

FYI, all of the above band exploits are just from Frat Party at the Pankake Festival, which is Linkin Parks first DVD, and if you love LP, and you’ve not yet seen this, you really need to. Like really really, ’cause this is one the best things I’ve ever seen!!!

It’s classic funny Linkin Park. Like they always are ūüôā ¬†AND there’s the Easter Eggs! Seriously, trust LP to hide stuff, conduct scavenger hunts, and just make stuff fun.

BUT, i can’t see it now, ’cause of warm bed and my sad Rock, Paper, Scissors skills.

We should have played Rock, Paper, Scissor, Lizard Spock.

I think I would have won that.

With my mad skills for all things not normal.

Nobody Puts Baby in The Corner – Fall Out Boy

I’ll be your best kept secret¬†
And your biggest mistake.
The hand behind this pen relives a failure every day.

(whats up with this sudden found love for italics!)

There has to be an off button for this thing somewhere, right? RIGHT?

7 Nov

I’m crazy and I’m hurt¬†
Head on my shoulders 
It’s going…berserk

Nervous Breakdown – Black Flag (it just fit the thing going on here!)


I have a serious problem with overthinking. It sucks. I think too much. About random stuff, about small stuff, stuff that I shouldn’t even have to worry about. Maybe worry is the wrong word, ’cause I’m not stressing or anything. I just think. About stuff. I think I’ve already said this.

Yeah, I’ll try explain with an example, like we do in maths. (Da fuq! I’m using maths references! What is this madness? Make it stop!) I don’t like to text people much. Mostly due to the lack of emotions in texting, what i meant to be sarcastic might come across as rude to someone else, or I might misinterpret what someone said. It’s just annoying, and thanks to my current operator, texting and calling, almost cost me the same. But some people insist on texting (wordpress, why are you making that red squiggly line under this? Texting is so totally a word.), so when i have to do that, i take ages thinking about how i should phrase what i want to say, so that it does not come across in the wrong way to the person I’m sending it to. So, I’m not really worrying, I’m just thinking a lot.

Maybe it’s the same. I am really sleep deprived right now. ūüėź

So, yep, i think I alot. That’s what ’causes the insomnia too. I think. And not even about stuff that’s deep or ya know, ’bout MM, (It’s gonna be a year in January. A year.). I think about lame stuff, like what would shaggy talk about if he could talk, or if like those movies, Mega Shark vs. Giant Octopus, they made one called Giant Panda vs. Kick ass Penguin, who would win ? (Penguin ofc! Really, if you even read this blog at all, and then say panda, I am¬†disappointed¬† How could you do this to me? It’s always Penguin. Always.¬†). That kind of stuff.

Basically, all I want to be able to do is to shut the thinking off, maybe a flip switch for the brain. I don’t think there’s one. There should be, ’cause I really really need to sleep.And stop thinking about stuff so much. It’s annoying. Yeah, i annoy myself sometimes.

I don’t think you believe me on the¬†Mega Shark vs. Giant Octopus think. Here, take the movie poster.

Now do you believe me that such, for lack of a better word, kick ass, movies are real and exist in our world.

Winner eats all. 

They said it, not me.

And for the record, I asked quite a few people about the Panda vs. Penguin epic battle, everyone said Penguin. I ‚̧ my peeps.

I’m saying peeps, and using Italics more than¬†necessary, I should sleep. Except I can’t. Insomnia is a bitch.

I leave you with :

Gotta Be Somebody’s Blue – Jimmy Eat World.¬†

When you’re feeling moot
You can have your conscience all you want
You can’t say I do nothing yeah
I put it off

Surreal, doesn’t get close to describing this.

31 Jul

Why do i doubt the powers of the word ‘surreal’ here? I’ll tell you why. This time last night, i was in the ER, almost¬†completely¬†incoherent, because of the drugs they were pumping into my system. That’s why.

I know i don’t really have the worlds best immune system, but in the 21 years of ¬†life¬†I’ve¬†lived till now, the only time i’ve been to a hospital is to visit someone. I think the last time i went to one, was when my mum had her operation. Last year. ¬† And i know, that’s just how life works, stuff happens that you never think could happen, blah , blah. Still, you can now understand why i think Surreal is inadequate to define what i feel right now.

And it wasn’t even anything serious!

I decide for the first time in 2 months to try to sleep early, by 12. ( I don’t really think¬†I’ve¬†talked about my insomnia much over here, i’ll take care of that in a few days). And within 5 minutes, my face is on fire. and then my head. And i was actually sleepy enough to try to ignore it. But when i finally did make myself get up and go look in the mirror, i looked just like, ummmm, if you read Harry Potter, then in the Deathly Hallows, when the snatchers catch them, and Hermione does a¬†dis figuration¬†curse on Harry, the description of his face? That’s exactly how i looked. AND , if you haven’t read Harry Potter, then well my face was swollen to double its size and my whole body was red and burning. That’s how it was. I’m not allergic to anything! I’ve never been! I kind of liked that about myself, i can eat anything, wear any sort of fibre, run around in pollen filled fields if i want to, ’cause it doesn’t bother me. And there i was, looking the living¬†epitome¬†of allergic reactions gone wrong.

So naturally, i wake up my parents, and my dad freaks out, and he’s just like ‘What’s happening to you?’, “Why are you blowing up?”,”Why can’t you move?”, and i’m just grunting and pointing and trying to get them to realise that my whole body is burning. My mum first suggested we go to the hospital, but i wanted to keep my ‘Hospital Free’ life continued, but then it just got worse, and i started feeling dizzy. That’s when i finally said, that we need to leave, like NOW! And my dad’s running around all¬†panicked¬†wondering if he needs to change out of his PJ’s, and my mum’s trying to gather all the money she can, ’cause i have paranoid parents, who don’t like to keep too much money in the house, so that in the event of a robbery, the robber finds nothing and he just takes our dogs instead. ūüėź

So, finally we leave, and first go to the nearest hospital, the one closest, a govt. run one, and while my mum parks the car, dad and i go in, me still looking like a some creature from the unknown, and just take one look inside and come back out. It’s in a bad state. A really really bad state. My dad’s nearly about to hyperventilate, ’cause such hospitals remind him of the one where his dad was admitted, and then¬†eventually¬†passed away in, all¬†because¬†of the¬†negligence¬†of the doctors and¬†nonavailability¬†of medicines, only because they didn’t have money to take him to a private hospital. My dad was just 16. So before she could even park the car, we go back, both of shaking our heads, and my mum just sighed, and we finally go to the private one, where we should have gone in the first place! ¬†If they’d only listen to me, actually it was my fault, i refused to go to the private one, ’cause they’re expensive and it was just an allergic reaction, and they’re not supposed to be life threatening right? I wish.

When we reached there, even though the doctor looked bored, ’cause there were people there who’d been in accidents and had serious emergencies, and i was just red and swollen, but he did tell my later, that had we been 10-15 minutes late, i could have had a cardiac arrest. Which is scary. Really really scary. Hence, surreal doesn’t cover it.¬† Also the day before this happened, was MM’s 6 month death day. ( i won’t say anniversary, ’cause that just sounds festive, and this as far from festive as can be)

So they get me to a bed, and the nurse dude comes, and he tells me they’ll be putting in an IV, which i’d heard, kind of hurts, and I don’t like needles, so i kept saying i’m fine, and i don’t need anything, but he just grabbed my hand, and got me talking about what all i’d eaten during the day, trying to distract me. Except,¬†distractions¬†last a few seconds, not minutes, which is the amount of time it took him to find my vein, ’cause even with no swelling and rashes and redness, it’s hard to locate a vein in my hand, and now it was close to impossible. But, finally he got it one try, and it didn’t really hurt that much, so that was good. They give me steroids, and 2 and 3 anti-allergants, anti-biotics¬†and stuff. I was supposed to stay there for just half and hour, but it took 50 minutes for my skin to get a semblance of normalcy. During which time my mum called M (MM2=M, from now on), and she didn’t pick up at first, but then she saw the missed call, and freaked out ’cause she knew it was 2.30 am our time, and she thought something happened to their dad, and then she and mum talk, and they’re laughing at me, ’cause apparently according to mum i looked better enough now to be laughed at. And my dad’s just staring at me. And i just wanna hug him, but i can’t move ’cause i’m woozy, so i just nudged him with my foot, and i think he got the message, ’cause he smiled at me. And then i fell asleep.

So i wake up, we get the bills sorted, which aren’t actually much, so that’s relieving, and we come back home by 4 am! and mum and dad have to go to work next day, and I’m feeling so bad, even though i don’t think i had any control over what caused the reaction. In fact, we still don’t, and that’s scary! “cause what if it happens again, and mum and dad are going out of town for 5 days this weekend. :/ That’s scary. But, i’m all better now, and my Grandma keeps calling up to ask how I am, she thinks had she been there, this wouldn’t have happened, but ¬†highly doubt it. Mum says it was an insect bite. Which is scarier, ’cause dude! what insect can ’cause a person to get an allergic reaction so bad, that they can have a cardiac arrest! Phew! My skins still a little redder than normal, and it does itch at times, but the doctor said that would happen. I just never want that to¬†happen¬†again. Ever.


And i’m exhausted now, but i needed to get down what happened in all its entirety somewhere. And this is my blog after all. I can talk about whatever i want.

So, this post does not need a song. But a little song fact needs to mentioned. I woke up that morning, with these lines from Early Sunsets Over Monroeville by My Chemical Romance, stuck in my head.

And there’s no room in this hell,¬†
There’s no room in the next,
But does anyone notice there’s a corpse in this bed?
, Weird huh? I think i was singing that while the nurse dude was injecting stuff into the IV, cause he just kept staring at me.

Never go through your old posts, ’cause you’ll end up like this.

28 Jul

WordPress, this what you’ve done to me right now!!!¬†

Why did you let me go through my old posts! 

Oh my Pokemon!!


On the bright side, i now know that i need to pay more attention to my spellings and have to stop whining. I can do that. Totally. See, i finally know how to write totally, you’d think that ’cause i use this word so much, i’d have learnt by now, but apparently i’m like those apes that they have in the zoo. No wait, i think even they take less time to learn words. And they can’t even speak. This is not whining by the way, its self observation WordPress, learn the difference. Maybe you should do some too.

To the Batmobile . . .

Just to say

28 Jul

I love this superhero.

That’s it, That’s all i wanted to say.

Stop rolling your eyes.

I’m quite serious here.

Yes, sometimes i too like to make small mindless posts, about stuff that no one might care about. “cause what do you know, Its my blog! By golly, i can write what i want. and that was what i wanted to write.

|feast your eyes on this while its here, ’cause i’m pretty sure once i’m down from The Dark Knight Rises, watching euphoria, this post is going down, or maybe not, i have been reading the comics for years. WHATever, its here. and its staying. for no matter how long it will stay. it will stay|

To The Batmobile . . . . 

We’ve been to the moon, but don’t have radio players in our phones.

20 Jul

I’ve never really been very fond of listening to the radio. This dislike started back in the days when there was no internet. (Yeah, remember those?). I mostly listen to the radio only when i have to pay no attention to the sounds, cause if i listen to my playlists, i know i have control over the songs and can change ’em if i don’t like a song, and that’s just a constant nag in my head, and i have to pay attention to what’s playing so that i change if i don’t like it, i can change it. Over the radio i have no such control, so i just listen to it, stress free. Until suddenly my attention is drawn to a song, maybe by the lyrics or by the music,¬†doesn’t¬†really matter, I’m listening to it now, and i like it, and i want to listen to it again, except its the radio, and i didn’t pay attention at the start of the song so i have no idea what the name is, or which band’s is it. And now i can’t sleep, and i have to keep waiting for the song to be played again, or just go around asking people if they know that song. This continues until –

a). I finally find someone who has heard it/the radio dudes play it again and i pay attention. The point is that i’m no longer stressed.

b) I can’t figure it out. I go crazy and then i blow my brains up against the ceiling, and as the fragments of my brain begin to fall, fall on your tongue like pixie dust, just think happy thoughts. |I know that’s the second time i’ve quoted this line in a month, but its just so efficient in expressing my pain! ‘cause i blow my¬†brains up against the ceiling, and as the fragments of my brain begin to fall, fall on your tongue like pixie dust, just think happy thoughts. Yeah, i’ll stop now. |

{Plus, its MCR, so get used it! }

Anyways, that was back in the days of no internet, now we have it. So it’s still easy to look for song, as long as i’m able to catch even a single line. If i could kiss Youtube and Google, i would. Seriously.

Which leads me to another thing, we have internet, we’ve found the god particle, (that was pretty fucking awesome!) and there’re (comparitive) peace in the world, so why don’t¬†blackberry¬†phones have radio in them? Not that i’m¬†complaining, i love TuneIn Radio, i can listen to old My Chemical Romance, Linkin Park, Fall Out Boy etc Interviews, listen to Polish radio stations (They’re quite good) and just listen to whatever i want according to my mood, garage punk, metal, random shizz, whatever i want!

But, its just something that confuses me, i mean humans have been to the Moon! and that was years back, so why don’t phones these days have radio inbuilt in them? why do we have to ¬†download the app? I had a really old and beat down Nokia as my first phone, and IT had a radio player. Humans baffle me at times.

Sooooo yeah, i’ve been cribbing about going to UK for about a year now, and how nothing was decided and shizz. Well its decided now, I’m not going. *phew* Feels good to finally have something decided, i hate living in¬†uncertainty¬†and a constant state of having to make a decision.

Enjoy Р What do i have to do РStabbing Westward

I know exactly what you’re thinking¬†
But I swear this time I will not let you down 
I’m not as selfish as I used to be¬†
That was a part of me that never made me proud