Decisions - The Fresco Way.

Decisions are kind of like playing paintball. Confused?

Here're my awesome diagram skills for ya. 

Let's assume that this guy on the left is a representation of you. (It's okay, we're just assuming). Let's call him Mr. Fresco. Now, there have been several theories about acquired and ascribed characteristics, but for now, we're just gonna assume that all human beings are born colorless and bored, without a personality. You are just getting the hang of life, and haven't started making any decisions. You still don't know what you want/need. In other words, that's Mr. Fresco before he knew paintball existed. That's you before you made any decisions. 

Now, soon Mr. Fresco grows up and starts developing and thinking for himself. He starts understanding who he really is, and kind of has an idea about himself. He has figured himself out and knows who he is, and what kind of things he basically wants. In other words, that's Mr. Fresco before he played paintball. That's you when you started making some decisions. -->

After a few years, Mr. Fresco starts attending schools and parties, and you know, just having a life in general. He meets many people and makes many new friends. His friends influence him and decide for him what Fresco should want, and causes him to make decisions. Some change his life, in a good way and some in a bad way. Now he has several shades to who he originally was. In other words, that's Mr. Fresco after he played paintball- covered in different paints, and now he looks much different than earlier. That's you after you made some more decisions (bigger than earlier ones).

But eventually, Mr. Fresco goes like What the hell, I'm gonna have some more fun. His friends impact his decisions in life more and more. Earlier, Fresco didn't like to smoke, but now his friends influence him and convince him to decide that smoking is cool. Earlier, Fresco hated cupcakes, but then his girlfriend made cupcakes for him and impacted his decision on whether he should like cupcakes or not. In other words, that's Mr. Fresco after he spends the whole weekend playing paintball and gets completely drenched to the extent that his own mother couldn't recognize him. In fact, he couldn't recognize himself! That's you after you made major life-changing decisions.

So what has happened here? Mr. Fresco is a perfect example of how people play too much paintball these days, and get drenched with paint to such an extent that they lose their own base colors (pink, in Mr. Fresco's case). 

Sometimes, that's what happens to us. It's as if the paint/amount of paint you're covered with is the consequence of your decisions in life. The amount of paint your friends are covered with is the consequence of how much your decisions affect them. And the extent to which the paint makes you unrecognizable shows how much you have changed in the process. 

Of course, it's really easy for us to say that we got influenced naturally, and of course we got influenced naturally. In fact, it is impossible to not get influenced by people around us. However, we do have a say in decisions. We can DECIDE whether we want to get influenced or not. The power to decide may differ from people to people- some may be stubborn, some may be easy to manipulate. It is also up to you to make decisions about things that you know will change your life. It ranges from big ones like marriage to little ones like whether you should drink pepsi or coke. And some of these choices can rattle your minds and make you pop your eyes out like an owl, but the trick to reaching decisions is to decide how much it will affect your life and how much it will affect you as a person.

For instance, years later, Mr. Fresco may meet this really cool girl named Frescina and decides that he wants to marry her, but will he have to change in order to accomplish this task? Obviously, some changes will be required. He will have to shave more often and shop for groceries, but does that mean he will have to stop eating peanuts because his wife hates the very scent of peanuts? Or will he have to give up his X-Box because his wife hates video games? Now, Fresco may be willing to sacrifice some of that. He goes like What the hell, Frescina is way more important. But is she? Will she change you to such an extent that your own mother would not recognize you? To the extent that you won't recognize yourself?

Your life may be 70% consequences of your decisions and 30% result of luck/coincidences. Or maybe 99% decisions and 1% luck. I can't be sure of the percentages, because it differs from person to person. But one thing that you should be careful of, is to never lose yourself. If you were a bad person and have a heavy criminal record, the case differs, obv. But let's just assume that you are awesome the way you are (which I'm sure you are). You should never have to give up who you are in return for something/someone allegedly better/good for you. If Frescina is too demanding, forces you to wear floral outfits, and make you promote child labor, you should really reconsider your decision. It is in cases like these that you weigh your choices and decide what's more important- your identity, or the prize. If the prize is bigger, go for it. If it's not, think again. 

On a personal note, I have always considered myself a rather stubborn person. I have too much pride to change myself for other people, or things, or ideas, or decisions. That makes me sound shallow and non-risk-taker, but really, is it worth giving up my own identity for someone else? If that person is truly amazing and a true necessity in my life, I may be willing to sacrifice certain aspects of my identity. But if the consequences are gonna make me covered in paint that I don't want on me, then what's the point? That is the question that helps me make decisions in life. Of course, everyone has different ways, but this is simply how I think. 

...So yeah. That's my philosophy/explanation, you could say. This is a really complicated topic and opinions differ, and I tried my best to make it sound as simple as possible, and I'm sorry if I failed. If I have confused more, feel free to ask for explanation, I'll explain personally. Actually, I may be confused myself. -.- 

Till then, please have some pity. Wrote all this with a first-class writers block :P 

Much love, 

V-Day Special.

The whole day literally has a pink tint. It comes from wrapping papers and chocolate covers and blushes and flowers and all those kinds of things. Moreover, this picture has become the theme.

Unfortunately.

But of course, if you're single, you're gonna find all this overwhelmingly cheesy. For me, it feels like a way of rubbing in the fact that you're single, and watch Archies and chocolate industries prosper. If I tell you that V-day could also stand for Vomit-Inducing Day, would you kill me? :P
But I'm not here to ruin your mood, don't worry. I'm just here to share my v-day post because someone told me that blogs are incomplete without one. So here ya go!

Types of Couples:

A collection of experience and drama.
*Note- Any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. If offensive in any way, it's unintentional.

1) Snobs- You enter a fancy Italian restaurant and hear a huge commotion. You look to the direction of the unearthly sound and hear the scream of a woman covered in makeup wearing the most elegantly designed Utopian outfit. Her husband is yelling at the waiter in a made-up Brit accent, something about there being only 2 plates of noodles when he ordered exactly 1.23 plates. His woman screams again and throws the 2 million dollar ring in front of him and walks off. Poor guy. He wipes his face with his 200 dollar silk hand-stitched handkerchief. 

2) Disturbing nicknames- "I love you my sock-candy" "Come here, you shoopy moopy" "Awwwwww baby you're my little wummy ear-hair" "I could just eat you up, my cuddle-popsickle" 

3) The Couple Who Can't Be Moved- You can play a banjo in their ears  or The Script song or there may be a hurricane outside, but these couples will simply not budge from their dreamworld. Their eyes are locked to each other and they won't care if you get run over by a bullock cart, coz they just won't budge.

4) The couples who act like they're not couples-  These are common among first-timers when they're too shy or egoistic to show their love for each other. These couples tend to act highly insulted when associated with their so-called lover and pretend to abuse each other. They force their friends to hang around with them when they try to sneak away to give some privacy, but still secretly want to be together.

5) Too much PDA- You're in the mall, in the middle of the main entrance area, and your eyes are just wandering around when you see a couple making out and getting all physical as you try your best to swallow down the bile that has been finding its way up. Even if you look away, you still can't seem to get rid of that scarring image in your head. You are completely grossed out. 

6) Revenge- This may mostly be one-sided, as sometimes people may date x to make y jealous. Your partner might not know that you are simply being used, and this kind of relationships usually end up with one person crying and the other person dying and the third person disgusted. Something along those lines.

7) The shy ones- Your eyes are on the floor at a 45 degree angle, just enough to see him through the corner of your eye to catch him looking at you. Then later your eyes meet again, and one of you will always make it a point to be nearby, but you both will just never talk. These 'couples' occur because none of them have the balls to confess, and either ends up with one person gathering guts to ask the person out, or the love just fading away because neither of you make the move for fear of being rejected.

8) Formal- These couples will follow the basic rules of courtesy and be a gentleman/lady to each other. They would spend approximately 4 hours and 48 minutes together, with constant breaks, and return before their curfew. They will hold hands for 3.8 minutes and address each other in the most respectful possible manner and assign kitchen duties to each other.

9) Boo Fighters- You hear them screaming on the phone, in the elevator, while watching a match, while cutting carrots, and they break up 700 times a day. Then they apologize and patch up 700 times more. Then they break up again. And that goes on forever.

10) Superheroes- These are the virtuous lovers who unite to do good for this world. They may start an orphanage together, or destroy Joker together, or extinguish a burning train together, or solve math problems together, or climb volcanoes together, all while wearing the same colored shirts. They seek adventure and passion but this one only works out if both of them are qualified and tested, non-couch potatoes. Here's one perfect example.

Yoko Ono and John Lennon in their campaign for peace

11) Friendzoned- Occurs between friends who start liking each other but don't know what's more important- their friendship or relationship. The guy/girl ends up being friendzoned with secret desires and dreams, whereas the other person just struts along trying to convince everyone (and him/herself) that they're just friends, when clearly, that's not the case.

12) Tough love- This is truly badass. The guy owns a badass bike and the girl has a badass tattoo. The guy has these intense glares and the girl just goes weak to her knees. The girl falls down and the guy catches her. Then they ride away in their badass bike and live a badass life in the underworld ...But in the non-badass sense, these couples just share this truly intense love which involves a lot of rhetorical questioning and it's overly dramatic and mostly seen in movies.

13) Long-distance- These estranged lovers constantly try and connect through technology but fail and cheat on each other, OR they wait until they unite and go crazy. Their love usually ends as a sad story, or a "Happily ever after" upon their meeting when the girl jumps on the guy and they embrace for hours.

14) Constant suspicion- These couples are more like spies than lovers. They probably have pen-cameras installed in your pockets and can track you down to find out where exactly and who exactly you were with at 7:48pm EST when you claimed you were busy. You will never be trusted and always spied on, so beware.

15) The unimaginable- One can never, ever, ever imagine these two together. One of them looks like a tadpole with a frisbee stuck inside, and the other is a freakin giraffe. One likes killing spiders in his spare time, and the other plays the clarinet with her toenails. They simply couldn't be thought of being together, but here they are, sharing an icecream, sitting on the same bench.

16) Couple-for-name- These couples are either a) desperate or b) wannabes. They fall into prey of peer pressure and want to date so people will think they are cool. They call themselves couples but don't even like each other. Or they're just so desperate that just being in a relationship somehow gives them a weird sense of satisfaction which is super hard for me to comprehend.

Then last but not the least, there is 17) Me- A single humbug who has remained so every year on this day for the last 16 years. I won't sigh because it's not really a bad thing. And for those who care about this day, once again, happy valentines daay, lovezies. I will try not to judge you. :* 

I have been Liebstered!!! :'D

So the bit of German I learned has actually come in handy, it seems :P

THANK YOU SO MUCH Ajay Kontham!!!! My first blogger award ever!!! *sniffs*
So yeah, I'm not very familiar with how this works, but I'm gonna try.

I have been awarded the Liebster Award. (fangirls)

Isn't it beaut? :')

For those of you who are clueless, Liebster is a German word, which means 'dearest' (Thank you Google translate and remains of German from 9th grade)

So here goes the rules:

1. Thank the bloggy who awarded you

2. Post 11 interesting things about yourself

3. Answer the 11 questions questioned by the nominator

4. Choose 11 bloggers, create questionnaire for them (of 11), and let them know via comments

I have already thanked the awesomazing Ajay (thanks again!) so now lemme proceed to 11 things about myself... hmm let's seeee:

1) I am a terrible dancer. I used to dance a lot when I was younger, and I also learned dance, but I don't know how and when it happened, but these days, I'm just terrible! I look like a drunk infant when I try. Sorry if I disappointed you :P

2) I wear 2 different socks on each foot 80% of the time. Because wearing the same colored sock on each foot is too mainstream. Or I simply don't have the patience to search for a pair of socks. 

3) I can't keep grudges. I'll admit that I do fight with my friends and family occasionally, but they usually get solved the same day. I simple can not keep grudges. I can't handle the guilt and the pain and everything. So I usually forgive everyone, making some excuse like "life is short". Of course, if people take advantage of this weakness of mine, I get pretty pissed.

4) I don't like touching wash basins. It's a really weird thing, like OCD or something, but I simply can not touch wash basins. If I ever touch one even by mistake, I spend the next half hour scrubbing the skin of my hand out.

5) I love dull colors. Again, I know that might be pretty weird. Almost 60% of the people I know love bright colors and constantly nag me for my weird taste of dull things. I buy faded clothes, ogle faded furniture and buy antiques. My eyes hurt when I see bright things. Dullness sort of gives me comfort.

6) I hate it when people grow their nails. I'll admit it looks nice on some people, but whenever people have long nails, I automatically tend to cringe away from them. I don't like the idea of possibly getting hurt by their stylish claws. 

7) I LOVE TRAVELLING. Which is kinda ironic because I get carsick, but I love visiting new places. In fact, I plan to visit everyfreakinplace in the world once I get out of college.

8) I am quite sensitive to people. My eyes tear up when I see orphans begging on the street, or a lonely old person. I simply can not stand people getting hurt. Whether in movies or in real life. I just pity too much.

9) I am not a morning person, and I'm suspicious of people who are. Haha, I'm like a little cockroach that comes out at night! (y) 

10) Sometimes, I get sick of people. Every day kind of has a set limit for me. If I spend a day socializing way too much, the next day I would walk away from people and remain alone. I can't really explain the feeling, but it just gets too annoying after a while. It feels great to have your thoughts to yourself, sometimes.

11) I hate stereotypes. Of course, it's pretty funny when you make jokes about stereotypes (dumb blonde), but if someone is serious, I just feel like slapping them. "Oh you're emo, so you must be cutting yourself. Oh she's weird,  let's not talk to her." Seriously, I have a tendency to defy the rules of thoughts that the society had created, and I always, always deviate from the typical. I am proud to think different, and I try to be as open-minded as possible.

So yeah, I guess you know me a bit better now! Moving on...

I'm gonna answer the 11 questions asked by my awesomazing nominator..

1. Look at the lower right corner of the screen and mention the Time, plz.- It's 11:41 PM! Yayy

2. How did you end up with your Blog Name?  - Haha, I have mentioned this in my FAQ as well, but I'll repeat. I saw the word 'awakenings' somewhere, and I liked it. Then I just randomly brainstormed a word to go with it, and fancy awakenings didn't sound too ghetto or gawdy, so I just went with it! 

3. Open your mobile phone and go to messaging. No! I am not giving my number for you to text me. 

   a. If the Inbox has more messages than Sent, then reply as 'Famous'. 

   b. If otherwise, well, reply as 'Even More Famous'. :P

Hahaha I'm FAMOUS! :D But mostly because of all these random advertising shit sent by companies "Buy sauna slim belt and reduce your belly" or "downld hot babez picz sizzling modelss"

4. What is the one word that is stuck in your mind most of the time? - "Realize" I really don't know why, but that word just seems to pop up everywhere in my head... 

5. Your favorite Fiction Character?- Umm... I think Spongebob!! He's so cute! :') 

6. The craziest thing you might have ever done. - It's really hard to pick one, but one time, I was in a car with a couple of friends when I saw a random stranger, asked the driver to stop, and asked him "Hey, can you tell me the way to Narnia?" The dude just stood there and gawked, and I quickly asked the driver to drive away. I'm pretty sure the stranger could hear the howls of laughter of my friends for a good number of miles! 

7. Between Truth and Dare , which choice would you go with ? - Dare! Truths are boring. 

8. One word for my blog. Note : Insane, Stupid, Wth?, Wtf? , bla bla have already been used. So, pick up something Nice, plz, plz, plz, plz.... :P- Hahaha, well one word would be awesomazing. Not only because it's like my favorite word, but also because your blog is awesomazing. You have such fun stuff. Keep writing :D 

9. What makes you write? - Inner urges. Writing is like a necessity for me. Writing is my outpouring of thoughts in the middle of the night. Writing is the cure to silence. Sometimes, I feel that if I won't write that very moment, I will explode. So yeah. 

10. Favorite line/proverb/quote.- That's a really hard question. I don't remember my most inspirational quotes and stuff, but all I remember right now is the song Everchanging by Rise Against. Its lyrics have inspired me a lot somehow. 

11. If ever there is a chance to meet the author behind this blog, would you meet ? (Plz say Yes! for my satisfaction at least... Kiddin' :P ) So ? - Hahah, yes of course!!! You seem like such an interesting person, that it would be so awesome if we could meet someday. 

...Okay so now I need to come up with 11 questions.... so here goes...

1) What would be your ideal weapon to fight a zombie apocalypse?

2) Who is your favorite singer/artist/band?

3) What is the ideal vacation spot, according to you?

4) Do you believe in miracles? 

5) Why do you have a blog?

6) If you could choose between your left and right eye to see with for the rest of your life, which eye would you choose? (That was pretty random..)

7) What is your favorite punctuation mark?

8) Do you own a pet? 

9) On a scale of 1 to 10, how random are you?

10) What do you think of my blog?

11) You are going to die in 10 minutes. What are you gonna do? :P

Okay, now it's hard to choose 11 bloggers, because I barely have anyone as a member, so I'll just tag everyone who I know right now haha.

Butterflies and Hurricanes

the creation of beauty is art. 

Spill beans

La La Land, Here I Come

the silence of the lambs

Pages off Life

Skinny love

Hot and Sweaty but Smells Good

Gawwhh. That's all I can tag for now. #woesofnewblogger

Phew. So that took quite some time. So glad I'm done!

Once again, thank you Ajay, and I'm so freaking glad I could be a part of this awesomeness. Seriously, I feel so honored! And for my readers, bloggers and non bloggers, thanks for taking time out to read this pointless blabbering and hopefully, this has helped you get to know me a bit better! You may or may not be surprised by what all you've learned about me today, and I just hope it didn't make me seem any less awesome than how awesome you think I am! Well I'm really tired now. Goodnight! *yawns* 

Letter to your annoyance

Dear annoyance,

   You think you're kewl? You think you're purrfecto? I am sorry I can't be amazing like you because I have other more important things to cater to. I don't need your "advice" or ways to let me down or suggestions or whatever it is that you call your ruthless running mouth. I don't need your criticisms or your shallow mind nose diving into my business. You may or may not intend to annoy me, but you, my lovely annoyer, have managed to be the cumulonimbus cloud to my perfectly sunny day. You can judge me xyz times and I may feel abc, but you know what you can't make me? Your own mind's manifestation. The world is not your handmade robots who tinkle when you say "tinkle". You are like the extension to my already long nails, or the piece of thread hanging on to my dress-unnecessary, insignificant, but annoying me like a pebble in my shoe, hoping to gain attention. Such a wannabe you are, aren't you ashamed of yourself? If I were you, I'd cocoon myself into a hammock and never come out, you know why? Coz everyone hates you. Keep your goddamn opinions to yourself and stop frying other people's brains because yours is already fried. You can eff off and live the life of an under appreciated tarantula and die the death of a kitten chewed and spat by a vulture(ouch). And even if that anticipated fate doesn't occur, you can blabber all you want, but you won't be heard. My ears are immune to your squacking and nothing can stop me from doing what I want to do the way I please to do it. Unless it will kill me, ofc.

   (And for my everloving supportive friends, I love you all and no, don't freak because that wasn't for you. You all are perfect the way you are and please don't get influenced by annoying good for nothing screechsnaps.)

Yours not-so-lovingly,
Annoyed but uninterrupted. 

Know your smile.

smile

  [smahyl]  Show IPA verb, smiled, smil·ing, noun.

verb (used without object)

1.

to assume a facial expression indicating pleasure, favor, or amusement, but sometimes derision orscorn, characterized by an upturning of the corners of the mouth.

2.

to regard with favor: Luck smiled on us that night.

3.

to have a pleasant or agreeable appearance or aspect, as natural scenes, objects, etc.: The landscape smiled in the sunlight.

However, even my most favorite online dictionary failed to define smile with the preferred amount of depth. 

A smile is not simply a smile.  People often say that your eyes are the windows to your world/mind/whatever, but a smile is a more direct route, imo. You fake it, make it, take it, break it, or scare a snake with it. (just wanted to rhyme). You can totally guess if a person is fake or not, by their smile. You can assume the amount of thoughts in their head by their smile. But of course, not many of us are so skilled at observing smiles. We all have better things to do. But if you ever sit and wonder, this post is all for you. 

I have had tons of experiences with all those types of smiles. But this is a very common one:

Now, my heartfelt appreciation goes out to all those samaritans out there who cared enough to wonder the localities of my (absent?) smile. But I have a two questions for you. 1) Do you genuinely care?, and 2) Do you expect everyone to smile everywhere all the freaking time? 

Now before you go all kung-fu on me for promoting 'sadness', let me just explain. A smile is an alleged way of looking into, or catching a glimpse of what might be possibly running through a person's mind. I have seen people all the time, waking up with a giant smile and going to sleep with a giant smile and carrying that giant smile throughout the day. I make it sound so hypocritical, but when I look at such people, my mind goes to a halt and I get confused about myself. For a long time, I wondered if I was normal. If I was the girl in the cartoon I made above, would I question myself? Should I hate myself for not smiling? Should I change myself? Should I clip on a smile just to fool the world, hoping to fool myself? But is there anything to fool about? After all, I wasn't depressed or anything. I was happy as hell and yet I chose not to smile. Am I non-human for not smiling despite not being sad? 

All these questions paraded en masse intending to destroy the cerebrum and only one of my sudden midnight epiphanies could stop further damage. I would not want to end up with a fake smile. In fact, I would much rather look non-smiley and long-faced, rather than fake. I would dare to put up an expression different from the rest of the world as long as I am staying the hell away from that painful, face-aching, stretch-marks forming, moisturizer-needing, the most dreaded, fake smile.

Now, you may protest and come up with reasons to go against my perspective. You will say all kinds of stuff that if you walk around with a sad face, you'll spread the sadness, or no one would wanna speak to you, or you'll forever be a weirdo or smiling is good for your health. Or any other possible reasons. You may or may not agree with me, but this is something I feel rather strongly about. If you smile every goddamn time, what exactly is the value of that cheap exhibition of yellowing teeth? If you smile the same smile for both your successful dentist appointment and when you win the Nobel Prize, what exactly have you reduced the significance of your smile to? What does it mean? Does it even have a meaning? 

Think about it. You 'force' a smile everytime you see an acquaintance on the hallway, but then there is this involuntary smile that just pops up when you see someone who actually matters to you. I personally have witnessed and analyzed the differences. There is, I assure you, a very clear gap between both kinds of smiles. That involuntary one is the one you thrive for. The rest are simply gorgeous futility. 

I have never been referred to as a frequent smiler. I smile when it's involuntary. I smile without thinking. And when there is the need to think, or force my brain to make me smile, I simply just choose NOT to. Of course, that might lead to judgement from all sides of the igloo, but that's just who I freaking am! I can't be expected to smile every time a photo is being clicked (this would explain why my smiles are so awkward in my pictures), but also, that doesn't mean I'm perpetually upset. Being the awesome writer/creative person I am, a thousand things are running through my mind every second. And when I think, my face just holds this perpetually thoughtful expression that is interpreted in many ways by different people. Some think I'm lost. Some think I'm sad. Some think I'm weird. But the truth is, I'm just being normal. A 'smile' can't simply be expected to be the 'normal' expression. I'm not saying a frown should be normal either, but why the heck do people judge you on the basis of a regular defined rule which screams "YO EARTHLINGS! IF YOURE HUMAN YOU SMILE WHEN YOU FEEL NORMAL!!!". Why can't you be judged by your own standards? Why can't people open up their minds and NOT judge others by their facial expressions for once? 

And also, let's assume you see an actual, genuine depressed person (if your brain ever matures enough to make the difference between a genuinely depressed and fake depressed). Why do you ask the person to 'smile'? Why can't you MAKE the person smile instead?!!

This is just one of the many things I fail to understand about people. A smile doesn't just pop up by itself. You have to make it happen. I actually am going to digress and claim that though many claim that you don't need a reason to smile, I believe that mostly, you do! You are smiling because the weather is nice. Your smiling because that cake is delicious. You are smiling because your SO smiled at you. You are smiling because if makes you feel good. You are smiling because there are good things in your mind. You are smiling... for a reason. It may be minute, but it is there. And it is causing that smile you so beautifully highlight your face with.

Honestly, this post is mostly spelling out 'me'. I'm sure not everyone feels or thinks the same. But at the moment, this thought that I've suddenly come up with just seems so incredibly awesome and true, that I just can't think of any argument against it. Also, another thing I can not stand is when people judge others without knowing their background. When you see a smile and proclaim it or label it, do you ever wonder why it's there, or why that person is this way? Do you ever wonder about your depressed chai-wala, or your jubilant air hostess? I'm not saying be a creep and find out, but you should be sensitive to people's lives. You can't just compare others to yourself and be like "That person is so sad all the time when everyone else is so chill. Let's bury him in the dungeon." Or whatever. Maybe that person is suffering from cancer and suddenly is bestowed upon the pain that he/she has to deal with. Or maybe he broke his fingernail. Okay, now I just don't know what I'm saying. So before I go insane, I shall stop. 

Let me just end by saying that smiles are beautiful, wonderful and one of the greatest things about being human beings. Have you seen iguanas smile? Maybe occasionally, but we can smile way more than that. But I don't think iguanas would go around faking smiles, and that is why I'm worried about people. You just never know when you are being faked. You just never know when you are really happy. You just never know when you have made someone happy. So wouldn't you rather be.. REAL than forever smiling? I think being real is the better option. Obviously, this is all my opinion, as I am repeating for the umpteenth time. But I'm a strong believer. 

I feel amazing after letting all my ideas and all out, but guess what, I'm still not smiling. Call me emotionally drained, but you can't say I'm fake. Goodnight <3

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 world is too strong to end.

Inspiración is everywhere.

1.

Creds- ChronicleOnline

The last few days have been pretty crazy over here. One thing I love about democracy is protests. India has been struggling as a democracy, but when we unite, the citizens are unstoppable. The result of a brutal gang rape of a 23 year old woman in a chartered bus has raised the loudest of the voices and I can actually hear the agonizing screams of the protesters till my room. These protesters have been protesting non-stop; despite authorities firing water cannons at them, they continued protesting, drenched and shivering. The accused were thrashed by the inmates(!) when they were taken to Tihar Jail. This reminds me that maybe, there is some hope left in this world.

Delhi has been the rape capital of the country. It has come to such a point that girls can not even step out alone, or even with friends! Is this how our country has become? And then the police blame our wardrobe, saying that wearing shorts would turn them on so we get raped. Well uh, here's a wacky idea- why don't you punish these retards in the first place?! No matter what we wear, we get raped, so how does it make a difference? And the authorities can't use the old excuse- 'she was asking for it' to run away from the absurd truth that they can't take the blame/do something about it. It is all EXTREMELY stupid. I was beyond pissed when I heard the news about this incident for the first time. I could just go on about how pissed off I am, but I have other things to say as well, but seriously, this is the most shameful act in the country. Personally, I feel that the rapists for this case should be hanged so there would be at least some fear for these fucktards. As worded by Sunitha Krishnan, "Rapists walk free, victim gets life term".

2.   Recently I just got over with my exams. I was worried because I thought I won't have time to finish studying, but it was at times like these when a familiar voice rings in my head. 

Me: Ma'am, how will I study!??!?! I am so screwed. There isn't much time and qwertyuiopi'mfreakingout!
Yoda: You can do it. Remember, there are 24 hours in a day. It is up to you how to use it.

So I had this conversation with my Economics teacher back in 10th grade. I was worried about my finals and I didn't have time to study at all, and I had no clue what was going to happen to me. That was when my teacher said that there are 24 hours in a day. I don't know why, but after that time, though I've heard this quote so many times, I felt the most inspired at that moment. Being the wannabe nerd that I am, I made this quote reflect in my grades. It's like this quote magically converted the D I had in the preboard exams to an A by my 10th grade finals! And 11th/12th grades are frightening times. Your grades kind of define your future, so who wouldn't want to do well? When you're struggling though, just remember, there are 24 hours in a day. I'd stay up late/wake up early and study every freaking thing and practice every question, and use my time wisely. Because I knew that 24 hours is a fair time. And we get to use it.

Seriously, when I see this, I just feel so motivated to do something!! Don't you feel it too?!

Besides the woes of a worried 11thie, I have another reason to be inspired.


3.

And after listening to this I was just  9E9GRREOVPOOUR45EROVOOOOQOWoi*(32R7283R72389T7 Z239~)!>@>>@>REJGP seriously, I can't say much about this because I was literally speechless by the beauty of the sound. It is so cool how they combined classical and contemporary, but in ways of instruments and the scenario and stuff, with the Phantom of the Opera and the classy-ish setting and oh ye godsss I still can't get over how amazing this is. I have respect for every kind of music, and this one just happens to be a step amazing-er because even without any lyrics or anything, it touched my heart, mind, soul, everything! And whenever I listen to this, I just feel a lot better and it awes me everytime.



So my dear lovelies, I have just given you 3 reasons for why the world can't end. It is too strong, too inhabited with inspiration and beauty. Of course there are thousands of other reasons, but these are just to name a few.

Today is the 21st of December, 2012, the alleged/futile apocalypse, however, I don't see the world ending any time soon. It is too awesome to end. Other than the scientific reasons, of course. So yeah, happy NOT-apocalypse! And tomorrow, I'm gonna sit and watch the movie 2012 so I can laugh at all that drama.

PS- To offer support for the victim of the gang rape incident, and to help India rid any future atrocities of such kind, sign the petition: Death For Rape
My heart goes out to the victim, and I truly hope she will fight against this terrible deed. She is a sign of hope for our country, and I offer my full support to the victim and her family. And my heart goes out to the protesters. I'm not being allowed to protest (-.-) but I'm so freakin' proud of those people braving the winter chill and fighting for this girl, and against every shameless dweeb out there, to save India's present and future.

Yours truly, and very much alive,