How To: Procrastinate (like me).

Before I begin this entry, I'm super excited to share with you how a friend of mine (who takes pride in calling himself Zinghai) reacted to my previous blog entry by creating this lovely artwork.

This picture perfectly summarizes my blog, about how weird I am. It is totally relevant and has to do with something I had typed in that previous entry. Extra points for those who successfully decipher the relevance. 

So my sincere apologies for slacking and ditching my blog entirely for like. a month. I am aware that this is unacceptable, and I feel really quite miserable for not being able to find time. College is amazing. And by that I mean that though some aspects of college (like student life) is genuinely amazing, the workload is a-maze-ing. So amazing that I'm stuck inside a maze with a rapidly decreasing supply of maize. <-- Isn't my wordplay amazing? Or are you saying "ah-may-be"?

Crap, I'm addicted.

Anyhoooo, I think the whole purpose of this blog entry is to show you how weird I am and how I've just been procrastinating amazingly. Though I wonder who Zing Lee is. Ah-maybe he's Zinghai's cousin. OMG WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME

I think I'm having trouble focusing. I'm supposed to be typing this entry, but I'm thinking about various Oriental names now. Also, I'm thinking about shoeboxes.

^Ladies and gentlemen, that's how you procrastinate.
I'll post a better entry asap, I promise. I should probably get back to my amazing college workload and get something done.

Here's a link to my previous How To series post, which is also amazing btw.

MUCH LOVE, (Because if you still follow my blog, despite me posting only like once a century, you are seriously amazing and that word, buddy, has no pun intended, and only pure meaning filling it to the brim.)

The 'Haha' controversy.

My social life has been blooming with all types of friends- old friends, new friends, reunited old friends, new friends who are actually old friends, old friends who have changed, old people, old acquaintances, new acquaintances, friends who became acquaintances, acquaintances who became friends, frenemies, partial enemies, and finally, enemies. (I just added 'enemies' for the effect. I don't have enemies though (I hope). I just know some people I'm not very fond of. Otherwise I'm so lovable :')

As you may or may not know, I'm headed off to college next month and will be spending most of my time at the hostel (I'll find time to blog tho I swear). So I've been attending open houses and campus tours and been accepting friend requests and exchanging phone numbers with quite a few people. In the meantime, I've also been keeping in touch (and by that, I mean mourning and saying goodbyes) to my current friends, whom I'll be leaving soon, but hopefully return to greet whenever fate allows us. *moment of enigma*

Nevertheless, due to this vast amount of socializing, I have been inspired to bring up this Haha Controversy, and try to understand and blog about it. 

As you can probably see, I do use a lot of 'haha' in my daily conversations, but the question in mind is- Which 'haha' is appropriate for a given time and subject of conversation? Do you 'haha' or 'hahahahahha' or 'HAH' or 'hehe'?

This issue might be considered trivial by many, but trust me. It is important. One must be equipped with a sack full of assorted chuckling expressions (ranging from HAHA to haha) to use at the correct situation and time.

1) Haha
I use this a lot. I use it in my blog entries, my comments on blog entries, my comments on other entries, whilst chatting, sometimes even in real life. But what do I really mean when I say the terse "Haha"? Now no offence to whoever I said it to, I sort of don't mean to show amusement when I say/type 'Haha'. (hehe)
It is a mere disyllable used to fill blank/awkward spaces. Basically, I say 'Haha' when I have nothing else to say, or when I'm too keyboard-lethargic to use the ':P' smiley. This word added to a conversation lets people know that they don't mean to be critical or offensive, but they don't mean to be completely amused either.

For example-
Froobleskin7- I sold a pumpkin today.
Imdakoolest- Haha, really?
Froobleskin7- Yeah.
Imdakoolest- Kool. haha


2) Hahah
This can be used for replying to something that is moderately funny. Not the ROFL kind, but, you know, the Lol kind. Perhaps a bit more. Or less. Basically, I use this when I don't want to sound too unfriendly by simply saying 'Haha', but I'm not too friendly with that person either, so I'm not going to freak that person out by saying HAHAHA. It's a laugh, a polite laugh.

For example-
LeProtégé- I was slightly amused to wake up to-dawn to find my pillow shifted to an angle of 49 degrees against my bed, instead of the usual 47.65 degrees. Golly, I thought to myself, I had been sleeping at an uneven angle for the whole night? No wonder I dreamt of your uneven beard!
beardy-beard- Hahah


3) Heheh
This is what one would call the nervous laugh. Or the evil laugh. It could be either, or maybe even both! depending on the context. It is totally possible to be nervous and evil at the same time as well. I mean, they go hand in hand.

For example-
asdhsjk- You stepped on my tuna?!?! YOU STEPPED ON MY TUNA?!?! I'm going to take you to an amusement park, strap you to bumpy turtle ride, and make you sit there until your bowels melt and your genitals get massacred.
flowerpony11- I'm sorry! Heheh


4) HAHAHAHAHA(hahahaha(...))
Ahh, finally, an actual laugh! I think we all know what this means. A laugh for something that is actually funny, and you can't stop laughing! This kind of laughter could be both mocking (mostly mocking), or genuine amusement. I mostly share this type of laughter with my closest friends, because I know that they wouldn't get very offended if I mock them. Lolz.

For example-
Ya@a@a@- hi
Lou- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

(Sorry, I couldn't think of anything funnier) (hi can be such a funny word sometimes) (I know it can)


5) Ahahahahaha
I actually can't discern why exactly people use this kind of laughter. I don't like this laugh actually. It's supposed to be "Hahahaha" with an H, not Ahahahaha! For me, this type of laughter sounds.. a little intellectual for some reason. Don't you think Ahahaha sounds a bit more polite than Hahaha? Ahahaha has a refreshing, non-judgy feel to it for some reason :s

For example-
UglayaRkkk25- Then they smiled and said, "why aren't you at Block D? That's where the interview is!"
Butterfly123- Oh! Ahahahaha!

Other miscellaneous categories of expressive amusements include (but are not limited to)- Huehuehuehuehehhe, Hahahahaha, Hohoho, Hahhhha, Ha!, Lolz, Lolzie, Lolllll, Lololol, ROFL, ROFLLLLLL, Lawl, ROFLMAO, LMAO, etc.

Also. There is one more Haha-
6) Hahhhahaha- This is merely a Hahahaha misspelled. I like this because the misspelling could indicate that the person on the other side was genuinely laughing, hence lost concentration, and made that slight, yet disarming mistake. Or maybe that person simply didn't care about typing properly. Either ways, I like the tiny flaw here for some reason.

There's no example for this one, because well, it's pretty much similar to Hahah or HAHAHA :P

So anyhoo, thank you for reading my entry! You may already know these things, because obviously, everyone uses 'Haha' in all their conversations. But, you know, this is just a little something based on my observation. As for now, I am going to delve deep into the mess of packing and shopping and packing commodities for my stay at the hostel. Bleh. I hate packing.

Much amusement,

Aah, another Liebsterr!

I'm super excited about this one because a) it's been a while, and b) I'm SICK of exams. 
If there is anything that studying has taught me, it is only that I am wonderful at doodling. Seriously, I don't think I have ever doodled so much ever! You won't believe this... I cancelled all my plans with all my friends, told them I'm studying, then sat home with the book open in front of me, but I wasn't reading. I was doodling. So yes, basically I ditched my comrades for 3-4 hours of antagonizing Doodleland.

I want to show my gratitude to Kusum from Far Beyond Skyline because she most certainly knows how to make good decisions in life ;) Thank you so much! 

"Liebster Award is given to up and coming bloggers who have less than 200 followers. It’s appreciation from fellow bloggers and your chance to introduce yourself to other awesome bloggers.

If you receive this award, you are expected to:

1. Post 11 facts about yourself

2. Answer the 11 questions the tagger has given you
3. Tag 11 more Bloggers (with no more than 200 followers; no tagging back) and make 11 questions for them
4. Tell the people you tagged that you did."

1) I was born in the middle of the Atlantic ocean as the transgender seahorse offspring of two very romantic octopuses. 

2) Sorry, I lied. That's the second fact. I tell a lawt of white lies. Maybe that is why my nose is so long, hmm. Oh, and don't worry, I don't lie in my blog (usually). Psst. Did you see the thing on the right sidebar? The Indian biking badge? Totally un-false. Maybe. 

3) I have really bad carsickness but I freakin love travelling! It is a paradox. I know, who wants to get to their travel destination after barfing out the remnants of whatever little digestive system they had? (Please don't get grossed out, I rarely barf, it's mostly just nausea). But once you get to the place where you were trying to get to, it's all worth it. And another thing. If ever I travel, I like to blend in with the local people of the place I'm in. For example, if I'm in a remote Indian village, heck yes you'll see me walking around carrying matkas on my head! 

4) I HAVE BEEN WORKING ON A NOVEL LATELY. Omg, this is so exciting. I know it's not really a 'fact' about me, but I'm so euirhgeuirhging excited! It's a horror/thriller, and it is the most exciting thing in my life at the moment. I've been trying to control the urge to sit and write all day because of these putrid exams, but once they get over, I'm just going to write all day and all night! 

5) I have a very strange memory. If I met you 40 years ago (pretend I existed 40 years ago), I will meet you now and say "You remember that time you pulled my cape and then I breathed in through my nostrils?" Seriously, I just have very strange memory of things. I might remember the smallest insignificant details as background to the larger ones. Sometimes, my brain gets confusing. "Oh, my bad, that was someone else's nostrils." 

6) My favorite fruit is watermelon, and my favorite vegetables are mushrooms. I'm so obsessed with these two things! I use watermelon lipbalm, watermelon shower gel, and I'm pretty sure I'll be the first one to buy a mushroom shampoo if they ever start one. I mean, they have Beer and Champagne shampoo, so why not Mushroom, right. Put me in an island with just these two delicacies, and I will become a super fanshy sumo banshee. 

7)  i lyk 2 tok lyk dis @ tymz. I don't care what people say about ppl hu tok lyk dis, but I personally feel that those people have a lot of creativity to come up with such condensed forms of writing. Sure, it looks like ants on my screen, but I occasionally speak wid mah franz lyk dis 2 b funnzzyy. On the other hand, I'm not very fond of abbreviations. I don't mind a little YOLO with my FYI at times-these are very extensively used. But maybe it's because I'm just technically un-brilliant, but when I see acronyms such as SMH or IDCWYDISHT (I Don't Care What You Do But I Still Hate You), I hate having to go on urban dictionary to look it up. 

8) There are three principles that I live (try to live) by- 1) Acceptance, 2) Mutual Respect, and 3) Open Mindedness. These three keynotes are the formula to my little brain cell DJ, and I try my best to bring out the best in me through these guidelines in every possible occasion. But again, don't get me wrong, I'm not all HEY-LOOK!-THERE'S-A-PONY-BY-THAT-RAINBOW-RIVER! type, I do have my moments when following these guidelines become reallyyy hard. 

9) I don't fancy getting flowers as gifts. You know, when you go to some social gathering, and these people offer you this huge bouquet of flowers. I can vividly remember getting so many bouquets of all sorts of flowers- Daisies, Azaleas, Lilacs, Jasmines, Galaxea, Preenasia, Eurasia ....Mediterranean Wildflower? Okay I guess I got names of flowers confused with geographical locations (FAIL). Anyhoo, my point is that yes, I most certainly think it is very generous of you to bestow upon me such wonderful floral vegetation, but let's be real now. Yeah, those bouquets are just going to sit there and rot. One flower is okay, six flowers are perfect, but more than that, and even attempting to put those flowers in vases simply end up attracting a multitude of insects and avid gardeners. 

Now if you ever meet me, you know what not to gift me ;D 

10) I'm a poet and I very absolutely well forgo it. 

11) I absolutely love background vocals and harmonies in songs. I think it's the best thing ever about music. Whenever I listen to a song, I always pay attention to the background as well, and it all comes out so beautifully! I know instruments work well with songs too, but I think harmonies are absolutely amazing because it is the human voice and not instruments that makes the special music. Classic favorite- Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen; Contemporary favorite- Royals by Lorde.  

Questions from Kusum:

1. What is the worst punishment you got in school?
When I was very young, I was unfortunate to be a part of a school that still had corporal punishment. I haven't been exposed to such severe ways of punishment for years now, but I still remember this one day in fourth grade that fills me with fear and hatred. I remember being slapped on my face, TWICE by my Hindi teacher, for not doing my homework in my homework notebook. I did my homework, but it was in my classwork notebook. 

I think this experience was what sort of triggered in me a lasting war that I have been willingly involved in, a fight to end all unfair things about the Indian education system. I spoke to a few of my extremely old friends from that school, and they said corporal punishment is definitely less severe now, but there are still some teachers who follow this brutal means of punishment. I truly hope that I personally will be able to meet these teachers one day and give them a piece of my mind. And the law. 

2. Why is your best friend your best friend?
Haha, I have actually wondered about this a couple of times. Now what is the typical idea of a 'best friend'? I always used to get those definitions from movies like Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants, etc. However, yes my best friend does hold a few characteristics of those girls in the movie (I'm sure she has watched the movie recently for the 9417594th time, during the last 48 hours), but I still think she is much different. I think I address my best friend as my best friend, because she indeed is the best person to be with. I mean, I can just sit with her and not even say hi, and we can, idk hang out? But the thing is, with my 'best friend', I can bring out the 'best side' of me, i.e. the side that doesn't have to be fun ALL the time, the side that doesn't have to keep talking all the time, the side where I'm just me. And being with my best friend doesn't compel me to be any different. Lol snorterjee you readin this bro? 

3. Do you believe in ghosts?

I think the world would be a little more interesting with ghosts, but unfortunately I do not have an inch of belief in them. Though I am always the first one to freak out while watching a horror movie! 

4. What do you like the most about yourself?
I think one of the best things about myself is the fact that I take risks. And no, I'm not talking about sitting at the back of a rollercoaster with my legs swinging out (I'm terrified of amusement parks, actually). I'm talking about being different and sort of chilling with myself. I mean, right now itself I'm taking a risk. I'm supposed to be studying for an exam which will happen in about 3.2 days but I take this risk because I believe that I'm doing something productive. So even if tomorrow I fail my exam, if that failure allowed me to get appreciation for my blog, or if this blog entry made someone's day, I think I will be okay. I try my best to experience every nook and cranny of my life and learn from every mistakes I made. Because when I take risks, I obviously make mistakes. When I make mistakes, I make sure I don't make them again. And when I don't make them again, I learn. I learn, so I grow. I grow, so I feel amazing to look back.  

5. How happy are you today?
Aaah, why today out of all days! Today, I'm supposed to be anxious and upset because I just gave an exam, which didn't go as well as I had hoped it would go. There was this question, AND I WROTE A BEAUTIFUL ANSWER only to learn that the question had asked something slightly different. I feel like going on every social networking website, making an account, and typing fmlfmlfmlfml. However, I am also quite glad that I'm done with that exam and I won't have to worry about it for sometime. So yeah, my mood is a little masala right now. 

6. What is the best thing you have written so far?
THE NOVEL I'M WORKING ON. Seriously, I can't stop reading what I've written. I had often tried to write fiction before, but it always turned out so absurd and I would get so upset and delete them. I used to passionately write this short story with the title Pretty Broccoli (what the f) in 9th grade, but when I recently read it, I couldn't help but mourn about my immature writing skills. Now, however, I think I've gotten better, so after following Edgar Allen Poe's footsteps, blended with a little inspiration from a thriller that my friend was reading, I am going to finish writing my first piece of (hopefully completed) writing ever in this genre. 

On the scale of 1(worst) to 10(best):

7. your personality- 8? I really don't know actually :s

8. your city- 6- Don't get me wrong, I love my city, but even if New Delhi has the best city ever, it has some of the worst, most inhuman cases of rapes and child abuse. 

9. the last journey you had- My dadi has been staying with us, and she is a very religious person, so we have been taking her to every religious shrine in the country. Our last trip was Haridwar. It's an interesting city in the hills, with loads of cows around. I had only been there for rafting before, but this time we actually went into the city and looked at all the Temples and Gurudwaras and Mosques they had. And now, I have been stuck home for the past... 70 years? Going to the bathroom from my room is probably the biggest journey I have had since. -.-
OH CRAP I forgottt this is supposed to be rated on 1-10 :P Probably a 10. I had a great time. 

10. your driving skills- 1? I keep telling my dad to teach me driving but he's too busy, and tells me to enroll a driving class when I'm 18, because you only get a license when you're 18 in India. The closest I've come to 'driving' is starting the engine. I started the car engine by mistake once when I was in 6th grade. And well yeah, that is it. So yeah I give myself a point for that. 

11. the condition of your room- -800? My room is such a mess! Aarghh. There are books and clothes lying everywhere, and I recently found a 5 day old sandwich (untouched and packed) under my bed! I could've followed Homer (Simpson)'s footsteps and had it but it's just gross so I didn't. 

Okaayy, now 11 questions for the taggeees:

1) What is the best decision that you think you have ever made?

2) Last time you were embarassed? What did you do?

3) What do you do currently? (like are you a student, or pediatrician or a zookeeper...)

4) What is something you are terrible at?

5) Would you rather be a dinosaur or a centaur?

6) Which accent do you adore the most?

7)  Your idea of a perfect utopia?

8) Where do you see yourself 10 years from now?

9) One word that you find really hard to spell/pronounce?

10) Did you/Do you have braces? 

11) Any unique/weird trait that you have? (for example, you probably laugh like a sneezing pressure cooker)

I am so sorry but I'm too lazy/busy to tag people, but I am just going to go and notify some awesome bloggers asap. Omg. Exams. Ef. 

❀ Ooh look! A flower, I wonder where that came from.... ❀❀❀❀❀ more flowers...OMG EVEN MORE..! ✿✿✿✿✿✿

Ohemjeeez its ray-ning!

O-mi-goshhhh luk guyzzzz da rainzzz r hurrr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! funzyyy puddalz evry-wear ma feeets r wettyzz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm so soz. But I just felt like posting a blog entry just for the sake of posting a blog entry coz I ain't got no time fo dese stuffs aaj kal :'( 

....why am i talking lyk dis.................

OMG...........................

I can't think of anything else to say, so I'm just going to comment on the weather. It's raininggg! It rains pretty much all the time. That's what I love about India, we have a separate season JUST for the rains. I love the sound of thunder and rain smashing against the earth. Yes, there are a gazillion interesting looking insects around, but the rain sort of makes up for it. Yeah.

PS- My phone's confiscated so I've been going insane due to lack of socializing. im goinsasininaasaneee :'((( plzz hav pitzz. This blogpost has hopefully assured you that I'm alive. Because idk, my laptop mite get confiscated too soon, hu noes :( in case it does, I'll promise to sneak to post a blog entry in some way and please your starved senses. 

Oh, and since I have nothing better to type, you might as well enjoy this little cartoon I had made.

Mch luvzz xoxo ({}) -idk if i made it right

Musequality.

No, I'm not here to talk about muse qualities... though muses may have good qualities, especially if they are muses about good things..

Bahhht, that is not the point. I'm talking about equality for music, or Musequality. (insert excuse for being lame here)
I know what you're thinking. How can there be equality for music? I can't love One Direction as much as I love Pink Floyd! and/or Excuse unexcused, pshh.
Now, whether you're having the first thought or the second thought, I'm not here to ask you to love every song by every artist in this whole world. Neither am I trying to be lame. But yes, I am here to bring some sense into your mind about why I'm against the worshiping of one type of music followed by threats to shred other artists to nanomolecules.

Let's create a hypothetical situation, shall we?
This right here is a Youtube video of this new singer called meeuuu_sick98. He loves experimenting with autotune.

3,998 Views

1 Like 3,997 Dislikes

Top Comments

autotuneSUXXX6643: YOUR UGLIER THAN SHREK!!!!!

998 thumbs up

humpiggy321: I do not know why you exist. I had thought our classics had rejuvenated this messed up contemporary society, and just when I had begun to restore my faith in humanity, you pop up. Seriously, our great John Lennon would look down upon us for having such people in today's world. What has music come to? I shudder to think how far you can go. Please get help. They'll hopefully play some Beatles for you in rehab.

563 thumbs up

All Comments

yoooooo: u sukk!!!! u fat turd

muzeekfoeveriii: AAH MY EARS!

ilovebacon: your orange streak doesn't go with your purple swiggles that you call your hair.

biGbOobiezs: nO I WOnt DaTE u n' rAte 0!!!!!!!!!

TheCuriousCaseOfToiletPaper: drink my vomit, a*hole

eyeaahhhhmammamaaa: YOUR STEREO LOOKS LIKE A LUNCHBOX. FU

kyutegal101: Umm.. I dont think your that bad actuallyy.... <Note: This comment has been marked as spam due to too many negative votes>

               Reply by polkaponypants41: that's coz you as ugly as him

               78 thumbs up

888pointyclaws777: you sound AND LOOK bad.

After reading all this, meeuuu goes like "That's IT!!! I'm gonna teach these guys a lesson."

Now there are two things he might do.

1) Spend a painful amount of time tracking each of his haters and making them eat poisoned apples.

or

2) Think of why he chose to sing in the first place. Think about his beliefs, and stand up for them. 

Option 1 might be excruciatingly hard and time consuming. But option 2? Would his haters change their minds if he reasoned things out? Now, not a single One Direction hater would stop hating on the band after reading one person's opinion. It is not possible to change the mindset of a whole portion of the globe just like that. But thinking about what you believe in might just be the first step. Of course, if meeuuu was actually a terrible singer, with no knowledge about octaves or rhythm, he should just back off. Or take music lessons. However, if he is, by any chance, actually capable of singing a whole 3 minute song without cracking a glass or being completely off-tune, he might just be suffering a rather unfair situation.

Think about it. Yes, meeuuu is ugly, fat, and his stereo slightly does resemble a lunchbox (let's not blame the maker, here). But what if, underneath all that autotune, the guy can actually sing? Maybe... just maybe, it is the organization of the music or the writing of the lyrics that he needs to practice. And come on, doesn't everyone make mistakes? Especially, since he is an amateur, he is definitely justified in messing up. 

Now, one of meeuuu_sick98's haters posts a link to this meme:

I personally enjoy Lady Gaga's music, AND Lennon's songs. But suppose Lady Gaga reads this meme and decides 'Hey you know what? I'm gonna start singing like Lennon so these people don't hate me!' But will that work? No.. that's pretty much like asking Snape to become a belly dancer. People would, in fact, hate her even more. I can almost hear muzeekfoeveriii screaming "DO YOUR OWN THING HOE" 

So what do I have to say about this meme?

1) Lady Gaga performs music for a completely different genre. Her music is different, her style is different, and people are completely entitled to their opinions. You can't possibly compare the upbeat LoveGame to John Lennon's Imagine. She is just a little different, and why is it that when someone does something differently, people mostly hate on them? Okay, so you probably don't like Lady Gaga that much, but you can't say that she can't sing because odds are, she could probably reach notes that are 50 times below your lowest note. 

2) Since when did people start squeezing meanings out of everything in life? That cup is placed 60 degrees eastward, facing 18% surface area of the sun. What is the meaning of that? You blinked twice in a row. What does that mean?

Honestly, I think you should just admit that there are some things that DON'T have meanings. Perhaps Lady Gaga paid more attention to the music than the lyrics, and maybe her aim was to create fun, upbeat music that everyone can fistpump to. Perhaps that is just like how Lennon along with Yoko Ono sang "Give Peace a Chance" to protest against war. 

Now, again, I know what you're thinking. Yeah so Lennon protests against wars while Gaga raids the disco. Maybe you could rephrase that to say that maybe Gaga entertains, and creates music to which you slam your booties to chill after a hard day. It may not seem as important as Lennon's motives, but it is definitely a start at taking different perspectives on those we are hating on.

Another case I'd like to take: Eminem is the only true rapper. He raps about life, unlike other rappers concerned with drugs, sex and money. 

I saw a page like this somewhere, and trust me, I had Liked that page too, once. But now I realize the blunder.

I love Snoop Dogg, is there something wrong with me? Do you see me as a pink-haired, dilated eyed girl scrubbing chewing gum off her shoes? For chrissake! I enjoy listening to Snoop Dogg because he is fun to listen to! And omg, you should listen to this song-

                                      

When I first heard this song, I couldn't understand A SINGLE WORD. Nope, what, your girlfriend had a sugar stick and now she is fat? And now you want her to dance so she loses weight?

The point is, NONE OF THAT MATTERS. I don't care about your girlfriend's weight-loss strategies, and neither do I care about the possible double meaning of sugar stick. All I care about is the music. And when I hear it, I forget about all my worries in the world and just let go! 

After a deep, introspective session of listening to a bunch of classics, isn't this exactly the sort of thing that you would want? To blow all your thoughts inside a balloon and just let it go so it makes that funny fart sound??? 

You walk around wearing big environment-friendly shirts and Yoda masks claiming to be the "true" music lover, well your comments on meeuuu's video would explain it all! Music is not something that can be defined in terms of genres, or lyrics, or tunes, or whatever. It is a sound that evokes some kind of a feeling in you. It is something that you hear and makes sense to your brain, whether in terms of lyrics, or autotune. I love all kinds and types of music, and I'm proud to say that yes, I do have some One Direction in my iPod. I'm not gonna sit and whine like an old lady of how this world has become hopeless. In fact, I think this world has become even more amazing, enlightening us with a whole bunch of varieties. It is good to find people experimenting and trying new things.

I could sit here and talk about each and every artist and make this blog post as long as my cousin brother's lungi, but I won't do that. I'll just remind you that the time you spend seeking Justin Bieber's videos just so you can type hate comments on them and receive about half a million likes, can instead be spent on seeking your favorite singer's videos, enjoying them, and receiving likes for a compliment that you may type for them. Oh, and uh, if you still shudder like a freakin earthquake everytime you listen to a song you hate, well here's a wacky idea- why don't you just NOT listen to that song? You can still choose which songs you want to listen to, you know. -.-

People, I tell you.

Aah, I'm exhausted.

Hope I have made you think in some way!

Peace (Y) 

You write, right?

Ugh, I'm so bored that I actually used homonyms for my title.

Wait, no. I'm so bored that I used homonyms for my title and actually created a meme about that. Can this get worse?

Well, during my 16-ish years of living the life of a literate human being, I have managed to identify different kinds of writings. However, some of these categories of writings make me want to create fail memes about them (and delete them before anyone sees them.) These writings annoy me not because of the category it is in, but rather, the writer might overdo or flaunt their category too much, and that gets annoying. For eg, if your whole novel is nothing but flowery language, it is kind of annoying.

But don't get me wrong, I'm not here to criticize you for "turning your coherent retrospection into sketches made of swirls and scribbles of a certain discerning language", rather to just give you an idea of the glorious varieties that the field of writing has, and embraces, every single.. day. And as long as you are literate, I'm sure there is a little bit of each of these categories in you, maybe more of one certain category. So here we go!

Sample sentence- "When you kill a man, you steal a life." Pg. 92, The Kite Runner.

1) Casual writers- "When you kill a man, you steal a life."
If you have textbooks written by such writers, you will surely ace your exams. This language is so easy to understand, and you actually don't need to bury your head into your un-used dictionary.

2) The Slang-lovers- "You ain't stabbin' a dude without going to jail."
Definitely fun to read, and wakes you up if found in the middle of a boring novel. This type of writers mostly use this language in dialogues. If you are a fan of Eminem, and your whole book is a conversation between Paulene FizzyBeans and Pauldean-grab-your-body-Beans, then you are in luck. Just rap out the whole novel, if you want.

3) Flowery language- "Without some sort of a supernatural endowment of immortality, we are all mortals. Hence, the value of life is not one speculation that must be underestimated, rather understood, because murder of any form or sort makes you a brazen assassin; brazen, because of your unsolicited decision to seize a fellow mortal's right to life."
Personally, I enjoy reading this sort of language because it makes even something so abrupt like writing about death, sound so beautiful and artistic. However, if I'd ever write a whole novel like that, I'm sure very few will buy it, because it is just so damn hard to understand!

4) Metaphors galore- "Stealing a man's life is like pilfering a valuable diamond, except life is much more valuable, hence making you liable to a punishment much more severe."
How do you compare a hairbrush to the Big Bang Theory (show/the actual theory)? They know it all! However, if your whole novel is like a bottle of tasteless comparisons, it will probably turn out to be a disaster.

5) Suspense.- "You killed a man. Murdered. Slaughtered. Manslaughter. And there was nothing left to do. But to suffer."
It is dark. It is scary. It is everything that haunts you. Behold! The suspense created by the magical use of too much punctuation. A. single. sentence. might. just. have. more. periods. than. w.o.r.d.s.

6) Philosophical- "One must not kill a man. By doing so, you are stealing something so endearing, that even suffering a life of sin would not suffice. You have stolen a life."
Maybe I'm the only one, but this sort of language reminds me of scarfed Arab warriors travelling through vast deserts on horses, searching for an hourglass. Idk. It is just so full of wisdom and makes you think about the meaning of life. One of the books with such language is probably The Alchemist.

7) Bringing Shakespeare back to life- "Thou had'st murdered, hence committed the biggest treason. Come here! Where goes't thou? I command thee, lay your weapons below."
As much as I love this sort of writing making English sound so cool, it is super hard to understand (and write as well). This is mostly found in old poetry, but there are some contemporary writers who still try to write like this.

8) Abrupt - "Killing means stealing lives." 
These blessed souls are super good at summarizing. They could probably turn a 300 page novel into a 30 page booklet. If only I could be one of them, I could've prevented losing marks in my English essay by being able to cut down my word length.

9) Waves of emotions- "You are there, weeping the sorrow bottled up inside of you, as you slowly reveal that you have killed the man. His innocence, his beautiful life has been stolen, and it is all your fault."
If the author wants, he can make you cry more than when you cried while watching A Walk To Remember. This is basically done by focusing more on feelings and emotions rather than the actual event itself.

10) Strictly shrewd- "A murder was committed."
I can imagine the character, wearing a suit and quietly talking to a robot. Similar to the Abrupt kind of writing, this is the opposite of Waves of emotions, because these writers seemingly don't show any emotions in their writing.Their writing is like a detached summary of events, almost robotic. The language is strictly formal, and does not go into depth.

11) Chick-flicky- "Jessica was so annoyed, that she wanted to KILL him."
Okay, I know that I have deviated from the original meaning of the sentence, but I just felt that I needed to describe this category as well. Now, I'm in no way saying that all chick-flick novels are pink, bubble-gum chewing, slumber party, lack of seriousness type, but yeah, girly for sure. xo

12) Author or Poet?- "Life is meant to be lived; men are not to be killed."
I know this sounds less like a poem and more of a slogan, but yes, I do remember reading some book which was pretty much a goddamn poem. If you write like that, I'd personally like to encourage you to make a living out of writing ballads rather than making people wonder if they had bought a novel or a collection of songs from High School Musical.

13) Dora the Explorer!- "I love killing men. Have YOU killed a man today?" 
Okay.. sorry. :P

I'm still trying to figure out which category I belong to. I think I have a bit of Flowery language, Metaphors and Slang, but sometimes I go on full Chick-flick mode as well. Ughh. I think I have a bit of every category. But mostly Flowery. Great, now I'm sounding like Suspense. Okay. Nice.

Can YOU think of any more categories? 

Tom, Dick and Harry.

Projects are stressful, annoying, and most importantly, BORING. Especially when you have one due RIGHT before your vacations.

By the time June arrives, you realize that it won't rain cats and dogs anymore, and you're sweating like a pig. You also realize that the 'A' you have been aiming for is a dime in the dozen, and you are simply a drop in the bucket. So you decide it'll be cool if you just include loads of diagrams in your project, after all, a picture is worth a thousand words. However, later when reality screams that you're against the clock, you realize that you're simply adding fuel to the fire, and nothing is a piece of cake anymore.

So you follow the lead of every other Tom, Dick, and Harry, and go offtrack.

Lol.

...So are you freaked out yet by my oh so many idiomatic references? Idk why, but these days they just come naturally to me. "So Ramona, you just came to school out of the blue! I thought you were sick as a dog!"

Well, the dog days of summer are here, my friend. Before you think that I should be moved to a funny farm, I shall begin my graveyard shift. Okay, that's not making sense anymore. Wait. I mean, that's all Greek to me now. Haha. Crap. I can't stop. Make it stop. STAHHP. Agh.

Okay, so the point is, WIKIPEDIA IS AWESOME AND I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU DWEEBS THINK. When I was younger, I was told by my teachers that Wikipedia is unreliable and has stuff that may not be edited properly. So we weren't allowed to list that in our bibliographies, or just use Wikipedia in general. 

But I beg to differ. 

In fact, my laptop also begs to differ. 

I mean, just now when I typed "wikipedia" it corrected me saying it should be "Wikipedia" instead. I mean, gawwh, look at the amount of respect (W)ikipedia's getting, you wackos! 

It is so easy to find everything you need in Wikipedia. A blink of an eye, and voila! From the history to contemporary to major events to death to everything- it's all in one place, that's what I love about Wikipedia. And if you're so picky about references, you should notice those tiny hyperlink-able numbers they have above each alleged fact that takes you to that particular reference page. And if you're still gonna be picky, you can always suggest a reference, and someone will always heed you. 

To show my support, I have actually made this little tribute-thingy for Wiki. (don'tjudge)

But again, that's not the point. 

The point is, Tom, Dick and Harry. I was reading someone's wordpress which had some eco info, when suddenly I saw the guy mention something like "every Tom, Dick, and Harry knows that". Then I remembered someone's mom on Facebook had also mentioned "Tom, Dick and Harry" on some comment somewhere (I have a weird memory), and it struck me. Why is everyone so obsessed with Tom, Dick and Harry? 

Keeping the school-girl snickers aside on the name in the middle, I did some research. (This is the part where I got distracted and bored of researching eco). 

I encountered.... a.... (guesss) ....(drumroll)... WIKIPEDIA PAGE! And guess what? It had everything I was looking for. Don't believe me? Here, take a look.

Then my mind once again flashbacked to my SAT textbook. Princeton Review brings up a fictional character called "Joe Bloggs" who is an average teenager who gets average grades. And I found out that, just like TD&H, JB (not Justin Bieber) also is a similar reference term that has been in use since.. well... a long time.

Another interesting fact I learned is the name sequence. It so happens that the English people apparently use a word sequence in which the shortest word comes first, and the longest word comes last, hence Tom (which is the shortest) comes first, and Harry (which is the longest and has more syllables) comes last! I had NEVER noticed that before, I mean why do people usually say "tall, dark and handsome"? 

But of course, I wanted more examples. I tried thinking of more, but all I could remember was Forever 21 (For-ev-er Tw-en-ty-one.) And that also doesn't really count if you don't count 'tw' as one syllable. So that was disappointing. However, I shall be on lookout. 

Besides my word woes, I also found out that there was one.. actually 2 movies by the same name.

1) Tom, Dick and Harry (1941)- Couldn't find a proper trailer, but oh well, here's a Wikipedia(!) (which is at least more detailed that imdb actually), click here

2) A Bollywood (am I surprised -.- ) movie. Found a trailer. (because blogger is moodswinging and not letting me properly upload the video to my blog). 

Maybe there are more. But I think that's enough for now. 

Tom, Dick and Harry, I also learned, were rather common names in the 17th century. But these days, how often you encounter a guy named "Dick", let alone Tom or Harry? In fact, I have a theory that after the success of Harry Potter, parents were probably too scared to name their children Harry, because then people may compare him to Harry Potter, giving the child inferiority issues (because Harry Potter is kinda unbeatable). 

Sorry, just felt that^ image is appropriate.

And maybe the same happened to Tom, after Tom Riddle. Or maybe Tom and Jerry. And Dick? If that's your name, you must be a really, really brave guy. Btw, you should check out dick figures. Totally unrelated to what we're talking about here, but go ahead, just look it up on youtube, funniest videos ever. 

But also, on the other hand, if your name actually is Tom, Dick, Harry, or maybe Joe Bloggs, you know I didn't mean to hurt you in any way! If I did, I offer my sincerest apologies. At least you should be happy that your names are pretty much representing the human race. Why do you think people always say (or used to say) "every Tom, Dick, and Harry out there"? That's right, you freakin world conquerors! 

Well, on an ending note, I know that you may think that I'm a blessing in disguise, but actually, I'm just a leopard who can't change her spots. Now if you will please excuse me, I'm going to go eat like a pig, and I'll try to keep in mind that you are what you eat. 

Oh god, I'm never gonna get over this xD 

See ya later alligator.  (It's a song!!!!) 

The old Streams war.

Approximately 18 hours ago, I had a rather pleasing, 3 hours lasting informal debate with my friend on humanities stream vs. science stream. In India, it's like war. 1st-10th grade you fly around on a carpet and drink holy water, and in 11th (but mostly 12th) grade, your carpet tears apart, you fall from the sky, and the holy (now not-so-holy) water rains over you. Yeah, maybe it won't not rain hard on some people. But the ones worst struck (with lightning?) are people like me, who abruptly decide to change schools, change boards, change subjects, and then realize they have practically NOTHING to write in the college essay.

So then you sit and make amends.

Considering the amount of work I'm loaded with, it's a MIRACLE that I can still take time out for blog posts. Miracle why? (b)cos :- (notice the mathematical reference?)

1) PROJECTS
bam
2) EVEN MORE PROJECTS
bam
3) WEEKLY TESTS
bam
4) EXAMS
bam
5) ONLINE WRITERS COURSE THING
bam
6) SAT- long registration process + stu-dying
bam
7) USUAL HOMEWORK
bam
8) EXTRA CLASS/TUITION
bam
9) INTERNSHIPS- registration & searching(?)
bam
10) EXTRA CURRICULARS
bam
11) ETC. BECAUSE THERE IS ALWAYS MORE.

So, why am I so pissed, you ask? If I haven't made it obvious with that fugly list above, I proudly declare myself a fail writer. I'll put a barf bag over my head and parade with it for the rest of my life, thank you very much.

I am pissed because I missed my bus today and haven't had breakfast even if it's been like 4 hours and I'm sitting in my cramped room with open pages all around me and at least 7 tabs open on 3 windows in my laptop and a trashcan filled with empty refills because I used up all my pens. *breathes* And how did I possibly miss my bus, you ask? Because I'm so terribly sleep deprived because of this work and I actually dream about paper-monsters even while sleeping. So obv, I woke up late. See? There is always a reason.

And if you are a damned sciencee, shaking your head like a piranha on drugs, I'd advice you to wear a helmet before I shove an actual piranha down your throat.

..which brings me to my topic for today..

SCIENCE AND HUMANITIES (AND ALSO COMMERCE) ARE DIFFERENT THINGS.

When you step into the world of juniors and seniors wearing brand new Prada heels, you realize it's too hard to walk on them and trip off your high horse on the first day. I know I use too many metaphors, but I'm sure you can understand. But 11th grade is still fine. After a while, you get used to all those Humanities vs. Science jokes (Humanities is the manual labor of 11th grade), and Commerce just sits there in the good ol' neutrality. But when 12th grade arrives, you get a taste of reality. Unless you're charming and organized and actually have a planned path ahead, you become an average. And trust me, when you want a scholarship, you can't be an average. So you put aside your science/humies woes and start doing stuff.

But JUST when you thought you're psychologically recovering, you are forced to attend a family social gathering where you meet well-dressed adults clinking wine glasses and scrutinizing the nerves of your brain. And they always approach you with the same questions, and before you know it, you realize it's too late to run away, and embrace a conversation that defines 'awkwardness'.

"So, beta, which stream have you taken? Science, right?"
"Um, no, uncle, I have taken Humanities actually.."

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"Oh." (Snape style) "But.. I mean... are you sure? Did you make your decision wisely?"
"Yes."
"Well.. okay.. But are you sure about your career? What you're going to pursue?"
"Yes, I'm gonna do journalism."
"Well, okay then. Please excuse me. I have to go milk my anaconda"

Now, I'm not saying that all adults are like this. This one uncle unexpectedly turned round the conversation and praised me for taking humanities. There are many people who understand that SCIENCE AND HUMANITIES ARE TWO DIFFERENT THINGS so why should you even compare in the first place?

So this anger is not directed towards everyone, mind you. It is for those who have had experiences like me and we can sympathize together and fight this out. Yeah, it's funny to joke once in a while ("YOU TOOK HUMANITIES, SO DON'T TELL ME ABOUT WORKLOAD!!!"), but it should all be in good spirit.

It is true that as youngsters, 80% of us had difficulty in math and only 20% had difficulties in English. In fact, we chilled the day before an English paper, and started cramming 2 weeks before a Math paper. So obviously because of the amount of memorizing formulas and applying calculations, math and science subjects were considered tougher. I remember in 10th grade how I HATED chemistry, but loved English. A friend of mine who also hated chemistry, pursued Science for the sake of status. When you're a science student, you're a *Science Student!!! :O* but when you're a humanities student, you're well, expected to clean dirt from fossils?

So here is a list educating you on what humanities is actually about. I'm not here to promote inferiority or tell you which stream is the best, but I'm just gonna shower some facts on you, which would guide your opinions and erase any stereotypes.

1) There are no fixed answers in Humanities. When you place a science/math marking scheme on your left and a humanities marking scheme on your right, you notice something. In science, each answer is numbered and there is one specific answer or keyword that you look for. However, in Humanities, there might be a line that says "Should be relevant to the topic". Maybe a few key words, or a sample answer max. There is no fixed answer. You have to think for yourself.

..which brings me to the next point..
2) You can't cram everything. Sure, there are some things that you must memorize, like the characteristics of a Social Institution. But 80% of it is your own reflective thing and analysis. You have to put a lot of thought and do a lot of reflective thinking, and let your creative ideas spill out.

3) There is a LOT to read. You have to have a good vocabulary and a sense of understanding to take Humanities. If you can't read, don't take it. Initially, I never imagined that the books will be so freakin verbose, but then you start reading, and sometimes I'd actually resort to my SAT math in the middle of studying Lionel Robbins, to calm my mind down a little.

4) Humanities (as the name suggests) is about people, and the world, as you know it, is inhabited by people. It goes a long way to be able to understand and analyze people and ideas. It really requires high levels of thinking and forming your own opinions. You have to think deeply about the world around you, about the minds of the people, and the way things are. You have to notice them and form an opinion and have the ability to put it in words. You have to gather information through surveys and observation. And there is no fixed formula, or method, for doing it. You don't get any guidance or DIY manual, you have to figure out yourself what you're gonna do, and how you're gonna do it.

5) Now you may ask "What's the point of thinking so much? How does it help anyway?". When I would get annoyed by analyzing every single prick and piece of a Wordsworth poem, I think to myself if analyzing all these words are even worth anything! But it is. It develops you as a person, as a human being, and as a part of the human race. It helps you understand people, how the thought back then, and how they think now. And practical uses of it, you ask? Advertisement. Businesses need to read the minds of consumers. People read books for fun. People are biased and want opinions. People are curious. When you go to school, don't you gossip more than discussing what the school floor is made of? I'm not nearly comparing an iota of school drama to the big bad world, but let's not forget that studying things about the past help us make inferences and developments for the future.

6) And come on people, have enough brains to realize that humanities is science in a way, it is a social science and involves the scientific method! (Um, hellow, what are mass surveys and aptitude tests supposed to be?) Don't go around bullshitting stuff like there is no practical use of humanities. Look around yourself. Amidst the people wearing lab coats and finding cures for cancer is a teenage girl being sold as sex trafficking. You enter your first day at work at a well-reputed firm, on your way to save the world from swine flu, when your coworker slams against you, hurling you to the ground, and walk past without apologizing. You can either send him for ethics or gender sensitization or sociology classes, but would you make him learn calculus and biology to change his mind about slamming against people without apologizing?

What if everyone relied on science and fixed formulas and never thought it logical to help each other and have opinions? Your family dies in a fire and you spend years mourning, and when you're starved of emotional support, a robot-ish guy approaches you and tells you to drown your pain with some morphine. Or maybe conduct a heart surgery to fix that metaphorical hole in your heart.
When grooms ask for overwhelmingly high dowries for the bride's family to sell their daughters like prostitutes, you don't turn to scientists for a smart way out. You reach someone who will understand your pains and be sensitive towards your decisions, and help you out emotionally.

Okay, I know I have exaggerated, and maybe to an unacceptable and pissing off level, and I apologize sincerely, if that's the case. Please don't take this the wrong way and don't blame me for degrading science. We NEED science and we have reached a long way because of science, because of technology, because of the gorgeous people out there in science clothes accessorized with a bright, technical brain. I understand logic and reason, but you can't always survive by that, right? There is a need for some heart and opinions. Isn't that what differentiates us from robots, and makes us more human? And okay, I know I sound super cheesy and typical humanities types, but I beg you to put aside your ego for once, and try to understand my point.

Ultimately, humanities, science and commerce should not be compared at all! The language of humanities is opinions and the language of science is logic, and eventually, we're not thinking of which one's the best. We're combining all this knowledge to fuel this world and make it a better place. People need to focuz more on their college applications than this sort of prejudice, because omggggg we have college next year, aren't you nervous?!!!
And please, do not be offended in any way; I am NOT criticizing science. I love science and had an A in Physics last year! I'm just mentioning some facts about Humanities because being a humanities student, I obviously know about my subjects, and I just think these stereotypes are quite unfair. Yes, now you may say that hence I would know less about Science, and I'm not denying that, so yes, I'm sure I've had some misconceptions also, and if you notice any, kindly forgive me. And besides, whether you took Psychology or Algebra or truck driving classes, your success would solely depend on your talent in those fields, not the fields themselves. As a human being, it is basic manners to respect people's choices in life. What do you want? Everyone to be exactly as perfect as you?

And to that uncle milking his anaconda, I will have to charge him extra when he comes to me years later seeking a well-read student to write his biography.

Now back to my list of work to be done -.-
Much larv(a)e, (because, tribute to biology?)

Lalalalalong.

I have a new page now. Read : FAQ

You're shocked. You're amazed. You're awed. You're disgusted. You're regijwrgiuwhrbgipjgweog.

There have been changes, there are updates. I'm awesome because I planned all of this and updated my blog just in time for the new year. Well, at least it's new year in India right now.

First things first.

I've been waa-itin' a lalalala long long time. It's new yearz, babez! New year and a good time HEY!

I don't know why, but my blog just neeeds that song right now. Yes, it is a "new year", and it's allegedly "new", but I don't feel renewed or awesome or anything right now. Just slightly exhilarated. Last year, I partied. This year, I sat home and watched TV while chowing on a chocolate mini-cake. Things have lazed down, you could say. Perhaps the fast-paced-ness of 2012 slowed me down in 2013. Perhaps I hadn't anticipated this moment, because the world was supposed to end. Perhaps the year in which I'd turn 17 doesn't really deserve a warm welcome. Perhaps I turn more and more rational day by day. Hard to find motives, but this time, I just didn't do anything special. But that's okay.

You may, or may not have noticed that my blog has undergone a change.

It used to look like this-

And noww-

The font. The color. The background color. The background image. And lookie there! Is this possible?! Could this be real?

   

 That's right. I have a new page. Checkitout!

So I followed the footsteps of the world's awesomest bloggers and came up with a FAQ page of my own! It  comprises of questions and doubts that are totally askable and common and I sure hope that any questions/comments/concerns/doubts that you may or may not have about my blog will be cleared with the reading of that single awesome page of mine. I'm beaming like a proud parent now, aren't I? 

And let me just say one more thing. I have changed the whole look of my blog, and it is possible that your browser may occasionally be a bore and not allow to show my blog in its original font. In that case, you should hit refresh to see the actual font, or just revel in the awesomeness of the (vapid) comic sans font. 

And once again, wherever you live, whatever time it may be, I assume the new year has begun for you. Personally, I feel that even if the year may be new, I'm still as old and same as ever. Haha. But seriously, loads of cool things have happened this year. I met so many new people who have deeply impacted my life, I started this awesome blog of mine, and well, I did manage to change a bit, because well, a little change is inevitable. I did lose myself in nostalgia during that change, however managed to surface again. So yeah, that's the personal perspective, in case you were wondering. I'm gonna go sleep now. Sotired.

Is the music still playing? I've been waitin' a lalalala long a lalalala long long long, time! ha, feisty now; 

The Typed Flow of Consciousness.

I hate un-updated blogs. I know that it's barely been a week since I updated mine, but still I just feel like it's wrong to not keep taking time out to write for my readers (if any :P). 

So I had an exam today, and my head is heavy with sleep and my eyes are drooping and I can't stop thinking about Malthusian Theory and I just need to clear my head. 

Yes, this is one of my rants. 

I'm not the sort of person who can keep it all in, i.e. I have to figure some way to let thoughts out, because when I have too much to think about, my head explodes.

So, to prevent such explosions, I either blabber it all out on my (unfortunate) friends who are forced to listen. Or I make paintings like the one above. OR, I follow this tactic.

It's called... drumroll.... "The Typed Flow of Consciousness".

TADAAA!!!!! 

Okay, I know that sounds very lame/weird/nice, I just made that up right now. So, what is this typed flow thing, you ask? 

Well, it's very simple. It is an alleged effective way to clear your mind and make you stop thinking for sometime. Well, it works for me, I'm not sure it'll work for everyone. So basically, what you have to do is type it all out. It doesn't matter what you type, how you type, where you type, but just. keep. typing. Punctuation and spellings are unnecessary. The rules of the English language is totally N/A here. You type whatever you want to type, in whatever way you want to. Just make sure it flows out continuously, don't even stop to think, just type whatever you want, let your fingertips guide you.

Demo? Sure!

There weren't many who had the capability of flying in wingless dreams as if the touch of poison could wound the many thoughts and feelings you had when you were let down and disease floated like the influenza virus as the sun sweated cold blood that rained while you were wet and wandered in circles searching black holes to find those who were devoured by inhumanity and we claim it’s a democracy when humble minded nomads could only wish for the vein next to the heart as they are unloved in memories that make pain seem far away though when remembered they can’t be untrained with perseverance because they follow you around and dream with your darkest dreams that could not be fulfilled because this world is insanity coated and you happen to be the soulful depth. 

^Okay so. That was my demo. I know it's kind of nerdy and sounds slightly poetic, but maybe that's how my inner poet-ness figures a way out! Maybe yours will too.  IF you actually read it all, I'm sure you might be confused and slightly amused, but honestly, even I don't know what I've written. I like to assume that it is something deep. It was written a few days ago when I just needed to clear my head out. So when I re-read it recently, I tried to picture what I wrote. And...

My imagination is astounding, isn't it? You know it is.

And it's totally cool if you write something totally weird. I got one of my friends to do it too, and here's what she came up with:

My nose is blocked and I have a cold and that is very annoying and it is also annoying to not use punctuation are you annoyed by me in this world filled with raspberries and chocolate when all you want to do is sleep and punch a really fat monkye.  

Monkey*

Again, I'm not sure if it will work for everyone, but this most certainly works for me! I'm guessing it's the continuous, rhythmic sound of the keyboard, along with being able to make words, that makes the human mind feel some comfort. It also serves as a remedy for heavy-headed-ness. I'm so helpful, na? 

That's all. Have a nice, clear day :]

I found something interesting..

I'm supposed to be studying for exams, BUT I just need to share this like right now.

So I was procrastinating (as usual) and just out of curiosity, I typed 'blog analyzer' on google, and a lot of stuff popped up, but THIS! was by far the most interesting. Relatively. 

I only found out about this right now and idk why, I'm just kind of fascinated! You type in the URL of your blog and it guesses the age of the blogger. So, I did that. And....

And after I read this I felt so mature and stuff, I mean, I'm 16, and they think I'm 18-25!!!! Lol. Okay. I think this studying is driving me just a little insane. For those of you who don't have a blog, fear not!! You are still loved. And you can use this link to be a creep and guess the ages of random bloggers you've encountered. 

And wait, this isn't the end of this entry. I need to slam my head against the keyboard.

  yy

^okay that's interesting. My whole head only takes that much space. TAKE THAT, EXZAAMMZZZ!!!

omgogmomgogmogmogmogmgomgogmogmogmogmogmg

ex-aaaams. exams. eeeeggggss. hams. egg. sams. samshamexams. 

Okay whatever. I'll get back to studying now. Much lav. 

The Expectation Theory.

Okay so originally the post title was gonna be 'My expectation theory', but I'm guessing many of us already apply this theory, so I didn't really want to claim it's my own creation.

We all expect. We expect like crazy. In fact, I expect you, yes you, my favorite reader, to read this entire post and praise it. I expect so many things, and so do you, and we all have expectations for each other, and well, that's life.

But what happens when life refuses to fulfill our expectations?

Disappointment. Now that's something every human being has experienced. If you read halfway through my blog entry and decide it's boring, you have failed to reach my expectations, and I am disappointed. (sad face). Oh god I feel so psychological and human behavior reading types right now!

Now, I (and many other people) have decided to follow this theory to prevent disappointment. I'm sure you already know it. But I just HAD to include it in my blog, and that also right NOW. I mean, I have just got home from school, and haven't even changed my uniform, and here I am, letting it out before I lose/forget it.

Don’t Expect! J

Face it. There are too many disappointments in our lives and we can't suffer it any longer. That test you thought you did well in, you're not topping the class. That new hairdo you got to gain attention of your crush, well, it's not very attention-seeking. Your ice cream will melt and the sun will set and winter will arrive to chill your bones and drown your happiness. Okay. So you get the point. I'm sure by this time, you probably hate me for killing your mood by being such a realist all of a sudden, but yes, my beloved, these are the disappointments you are expected to live by, and you suffer one, constantly. 

So what do you do? (I'll repeat again because the previous timing wasn't good enough)

Don’t Expect! J

Don't expect! Or if you must, expect little. When you give that test, try your best, but expect to simply pass. When you get your hair permed, expect attention from say, your freakishly observant geology teacher. When it gets cold, don't expect it to be summer the next day. In fact, just don't expect, and trust me, you'll enjoy life a lot more without that 'OHH THIS BETTER HAPPEN' burden. It's tried and true, folks.

Of course, now you're thinking "How canst thou eradicate expectations? I need thist to fuel my potential". So if you ignore the new random word I made up (thist) and the wacky Englischhh, I agree and understand that it will be hard, but it comes with time and practice. Keep distracting your mind with...eh...that hideous design on your friend's pet frog's back. Or something of that sort. As long as you.....

Don’t Expect! J

I won't lie, I am enjoying this^ 

However, let me just say that it may not work for everyone. Yes, it is true that maybe, if you expect, you push yourself to your limits and reach your maximum potential. So I guess I could say that this is only advisable to those who have simply HAD IT with disappointment ruining every moment's awesomeness. And you never know, without expecting for that special ice cream sundae your uncle gives you every Friday, you are actually avoiding disappointment that would have come if your uncle decides to give you an itch cream instead of an ice cream, one fine Friday. 

And imagine your surprise when you do get your hair permed and everyone, including the special someone, notices the waves of your hair and makes a nerdy joke about wavelengths (okay how do I even think of such examples), and that surprise happened entirely because you didn't expect that to happen. So when it DID happen, you are all mind blown and awe struck.

So..uh...on a quick ending note, I realize this blog entry is all dull and unattractive because I was too lazy to prettify it, and include my cliparts or drawings or whatever, but I'm sure you'll forgive me for that. And no, there is no reason that I wrote this entry on this particular day at this particular time, in case you were wondering. Okay, great, now you're wondering. Well, please don't wonder, and please don't expect, and you will be guaranteed (I guess) to be pleased!  

Much hugs and painted mugs, (what?)