Hello!

Hi person who's reading this.

I thought I should let you know.

I'm pretty awesome. :D

kthanxbai

For her.

Even if things go wrong for me, I'll make everything right for you. ♥

DJ Tiësto - Ur feat. Aqualung

One of the most gorgeous songs I've heard. :)

Wish I was a better man.

Wish I had a better plan for dealing with this.
What am I?
What am I to do now?

Maybe I should run away.

Maybe I could run away and never be found.
What am I?
What am I to do?

The way that I'm feeling,
The dreams that I'm dreaming.
Can this really be happening?
Can it really be true?

You are
My love and my life.
My heart and my soul.
Just trying to keep the world
From smashin', crashin' in.

I had this dream the other night.
I had this crazy dream the other night.
How have I?
How have I arrived here?

My heart is elated
But my head is exhausted.
Is this powerful magic?
Can it really be true?

You are.
My blood is in your blood.
My breath is in your mouth.
Just trying to keep the world
From smashin', crashin' in

What about us?
What about all the plans that we made?
What about all those careful plans?
Just careful plans we made.
But nothing's clear.

Full of fear.
Full of hope.
Full of you.

My love and my life.
My heart and my soul.
Just trying to keep the world
From smashin', crashin' in .

My blood is in your blood.
Just trying to keep the world
From smashin', crashin' in.

Favourite Place Ever

Nothing will ever replace how amazing I feel from where I took this picture.

The most calming place happens to be on the boulders beside Marina Waves. :)

♥

Define love.

  It is something that has an unnatural power, second only to God. It has both, healing and destructive properties. Like every other power in the world, it is to be handled with the utmost care. A heart, once broken and fixed will certainly show cracks just like a mirror does. Love happens to be the only "magic marker" that can make those cracks disappear. Similarly, it also has the power to deepen those cracks more and shatter the heart into more pieces than it already was in. Love can be found in any form, be it from family, friends, teachers, strangers, kids, enemies, etc. It is to be kept in mind that love has no final state and hence, the power to evolve it lies in the hands of the user(s). Its initial state could be as minuscule as an ant.

...

I honestly don't know why I keep posting on this blog. I don't even think anyone reads it. (:

Physics makes me feel like shit. Chemistry is still okay and Bio.. dunno. 

Thoughts run all over my head like gnomes running around a field.

How do I feel? 

Like this --> [[ </3 ]]

Time.

During Ramadan+vacations, this was the time I came back home from seeing the sunrise.

Now, I get ready for school.

Face Down With Hands Held High.

Either I'm lost in the head or I'm just messed up. (:

'Sup again?

Haven't written in a few days so here goes.

School started on the 19th, as in yesterday, so the 18th was the last day of vacations and I totally loved it. A day out with JB, GB and RB. I got to be GB's second mother! Haha! :P And her... pet, yeah. :P

School wasn't all that bad honestly. It's just the studies part. I'm honestly making every effort to get back to the nerd I was 'cause I know I have to. It's working out with just an hour on the PC day by day. It's working out, slowly, but working out anyway. :)

Exams might be pre-poned further from the end of October. Not cool. </3

Teacher's Day celebrations with the students being teachers in school uniform. Not cool. </3 Reason? Because the ex-seniors of our school ended up wearing "indecent" sarees. :)

Honestly, the teachers should take a look at the sarees of a few of their colleagues. They're worse. :)

No hard feelings to any teacher, in case they end up stalking my blog.

I'm being honest and it's my personal opinion. :)

Tokio Hotel ft. Kerli Kõiv - Strange

A freak of nature

Stuck in reality.

I don’t fit the picture,
I'm not what you want me to be,
Sorry.

Under the radar,
Out of the system,
Caught in the spotlight,
That's my existence.
You want me to change,

But all I feel is
Strange, strange;
In your perfect world.
So strange, strange,
I feel so absurd in this life.
Don't come closer
In my arms,
Forever you'll be strange, strange.

You want to fix me, push me
Into your fantasy.
You try to give me, sell me
A new personality.

You try to lift me,
I don't get better.
What’s making you happy
Is making me sadder.
In your golden cage,

All I feel is strange, strange,
In your perfect world.
So strange strange;
I feel so absurd in this life.
Don't come closer
In my arms
Forever you'll be strange, strange;
Like me.

(Strange) When you touch me;
(Strange) When you kill me;
(Strange) All I feel is strange.
In my dreams together,
We'll be

Strange, strange,
In your perfect world strange.
Strange! (I am so strange),
Strange! (I am so strange)
Strange, strange
In your perfect world,
So strange, strange.
I feel so absurd in this life.
Don't come closer
You'll die slowly.
In my arms,
Forever you'll be strange, strange;
Like me.

Question Marks All Over.

It's funny, the things that bother me. It's funny, the way they look at me. It's funny, the music that I love, they hate. It's funny, the way I'm late and they hate it. It's funny, the way I'm early and they still hate it. It's funny, the way they don't trust me. It's funny, what they expect me to do. It's funny, the words I exude hurt them. It's all the more funny, the way questions pour upon me.

Song of the day: All Time Low - Therapy

Craveee!

So it's summer (or rather it WAS) and like every other summer, I had all my plans sorted out. Again, like every other summer, none of the plans worked out. Getting my body completely toned was certainly one of the things 'cause this year, I get to be a teacher for Teacher's Day celebrations in my school (hopefully)! I mean, I'm obviously going to wear a saree so that's why I needed to tone out.

So here's what happened. For the first month of vacations, I tried studying and failed. Terribly. During the second month, I just ate and ate and ate and slept and slept and slept. Result? I'm two sizes bigger. Woohoo! Sooo not good. The third month was Ramadan and honestly, I didn't even get down half a size. I expected to, somehow, though. Currently, I'm still continuing my eating habits. It seems that I've stopped caring (I guess). Food is life. <3

So what am I craving now? Look at the picture. :) No, I'm not even kidding. (Picture from Google.)

Bidding Adieu

Certainly everyone has had that time when you've been holding back for a bit too long and then one day all of your emotions just surface up and kill everyone with those venomous words. Yes, I've had those days too and I've always said sorry later on with deep regret upon my outburst. I say sorry with all my heart but it's still uncertain if my sorry could even heal the impact my words made on the other person. 

This post isn't to tell what consequences happen and how mad I feel later on or anything related to feeling bad, for that matter. This is to say that I'm done letting my emotions control me. This time, I just know I mean it as I've been doing this for a couple of days. To all those to whom I'd said I'll be right back on MSN and not come back (in the past few days), this was certainly the reason and I know I've finally controlled my emotions. I'm not your typical soft hearted girl anymore that would even worry on how long I take on coming back online from my "brb" so that I don't keep the other person waiting. 

Emotions; this is goodbye.

I'm Back.

Err..it was supposed to be "a few hours" and I'm back after ALOT of hours. :P I was just too lazy to write and plus I was sleepy. I woke up in the morning thinking that it's 10 a.m. or something and realised after I came out of the bathroom that it's 7 a.m. Oh yeah, I'm awesome. -.- I ended up doing my assignments anyway (school this Sunday...shit). After my assignments, I ended up watching Star World. Honestly, I could just watch that channel all day long. <3

So anyway, Eid this year was pretty good. On the night of the third day, I hit the beach with family. It was pretty good, yeah. Just reminiscing memories, eating pizzas (oh yeah!) and watching the waves hit the shore. It was a pretty good day. The next day showed me another day out with family. Pretty good day too. :)

The Shuwaikh cafeteria on Canada Dry street makes the BEST fatayers, IMO. :)

 So a few days ago (I guess the day before yesterday), I got back to drawing and I realised that I've screwed up. :P It was a complete disaster; really. So in order to not just let a paper go to waste, I decided to crumple it and let it go on a photoshoot. The result will be towards the end. :)

I honestly take alot of time 'getting back' at things and it sucks. Sorry to keep you waiting. I suppose this seems like all for now. If there's anything more, it'll be up the first thing in the morning. :)

Song of the day: Vera Fernandes - All About You

Drawing Tragedy

Away Too Long

Okay, so I've been busy lately (not really) and I haven't written in a few days.

I'll get back to you in a few hours. :D

Stay tuuunnneeedd!

Picture Theory.

24 Faubourg - Hermès

Eid Day Two.

Yesterday was the second day of Eid and compared to my first day, it wasn't all that bad. I woke up at around one in the afternoon, just to feel dizzy and cold. It's summer and I was wearing a winter jacket and thick socks and guess what? I still felt cold. Feeling feverish but not having fever is certainly an annoying feeling. I felt alot better compared to what I was by five in the evening. Then there were hang out plans! Trust me, I haven't had an outing in loooonng. Plans postponed to seven from five thirty but it wasn't that big of a deal 'cause I went out anyway.

Hanging out at Marina Mall on a holiday is crap, really. It's like jam packed. We hung out at the beach though. Honestly, it was a pretty good day. Retarded, cheesy, stupid, awkward, us; felt good. Slush is yummy. <3

Thank you Andes and Duck for a good day. :)

Eid!

Eid Al-Fitr today. :)

Lovely day today, really. I ate like two or three donuts and I'm still hungry.

Oh, it's a celebration day and guess what? I'm falling sick.

Coolios. -_-

Favourite Writing Tool

Staedler stick 430m

Nothing beats this pen. ♥

Uhh...'sup?

I feel the black walls. I feel like I'm surrounded by something mind boggling. I cannot figure out what. It's like someone's strangling my neck, pulling me apart, pinning me to the ground, screaming at me and forcefully making me wear a sorrowful aura. It's quite pitiful to my inner child. (I have an inner child?) I really wonder why I reflect so much over things that I'm not even supposed to while almost everyone I know can just shrug it off their mind in like a minute, no matter what it is. It's hateful being so weird. I lose mood for almost everything (literally!) in a second or I could be as crazy as a drunk duck in a second (ignore the drunk duck).

I wish I could die for a day just to see how everyone would respond to my death. It would be really eye-opening. It would certainly make me less naive than I already am. Ofcourse I do want to come back alive so I can kick some major butt! Aah! The wild dreams that we have when we're young. :)

Being young reminds me of all the relationships we have when we're young. I see kids as young as ten (DUH they're kids!) being in a "serious relationship". Come to the teenage phase and everyone thinks it's completely necessary to be in one. Really, what the hell. Get a life, should I say again? Relationships during teenage years are over rated. Period.

P.S - Ignore the fact that all the paragraphs I've written have no real connection to the topic in my head which is: "What the hell am I doing?"

Focus

Whirlwind Love

Attraction

New Love!

Fallen in love with another band. HIM ♥

I don't think I'll ever get enough of rock music and it's likes. ♥

Song of the day: HIM - Foreboding Sense Of Impending Happiness

Edit - Genre of the band is 'love metal'. Doesn't come under the rock genre. My bad. 

Picture from Google.

Weight Issues

Everyone has issues with how thin or how fat I look.

Could you shut the fuck up for once?

I'm aware of how I look. I don't need your fucking opinion on how much more or how much less I should eat.

Making Perfect Shapes, I Suppose.

There's an amazing picture in people's head that I'm totally perfect. For example, the perfect student, the perfect adviser, the perfect poet, the perfect person, the perfect girl, etc. Complete nonsense. I'm not perfect; I just blend in to the situation. I'm just making perfect shapes, not a perfect person. 

Get real.

An Insight To Ranga's Marriage! (Parody)

Personally, I think parodies are one of the best things that have come into mankind. They provide the best laughter that even majority of the comedians fail at (I was referring to the ones you see on Indian TV channels). Here's a parody of the summary of a lesson I have in my English textbook, named 'Ranga's Marriage'. Although you'd find it funnier if you read the real story first, I suggest you read this anyway. :D I, for one, totally love it. :P

Ranga's Marriage Summary (A Parody)

By Bhavani Bala

The tale is about an extremely desperate young man named Ranga who, on account of not being able to get a date, decides to pop the question to the first girl he meets. He seeks the advice of his friend, a seventy five year old delusional match-maker who thinks that Ranga's head would explode unless he marries a girl half his age. So he hatches a plan, a match-making plot of epic proportions which sets in motion a love story greater than the likes of Twilight and Romeo and Juliet and it involves a young girl, Ratna.

Ratna is not your average eleven year old. While other kids her age just focus on passing sixth grade (not a very easy year, as you may recall) this pre-teen has her life all sorted out. She wants to marry and pop out twelve children before her friends finish their education. Very spirited, n'est ce pas?? 

Back to the plan: The aisha in extremely old male form takes Ranga to her house for tea. While Ranga is out answering nature's call, he calls in Ratna, who sees fit to wear a saree that day (a feat not accomplished by people five years older than her yet) and asks her to sing.

Ranga hears her demonic screeches, and its love at first....um...sound. Ratna was more than willing, although she plays hard to get for a month, breaking Ranga's heart a couple of times, before they get married.

The match maker of course, being the modest sort of chap he is, takes full credit of this union. Although they name their children against his wishes, he doesn't start a plot to break them up as he is really too old and decides to retire.

Now only one question remains: How Many Children? Wait for the sequel and see folks!

Copyright© intended by Bhavani Bala

Anorexia Nervosa

Who doesn't want to have a model figure? I bet almost everyone does even if they don't admit it. But what DOES happen when you get so addicted to having one? Look at the picture and decide for yourself.

I honestly don't understand how these girls are hired by the modeling agencies instead of sending them to a help center. The models would certainly be more grateful in the future. Or instead of that, they could just make skeletons pose. These girls certainly need help and I'm certain no one would defy that. It's wrong to shun them; 'cause everyone deserves help. Even them.

P.S - I certainly think she is really pretty. It's a shame how she's practically a skeleton. She should eat a burger every hour. :)
Picture from Google.

R.I.P

So my PC was formatted. YAY! 

Windows 7 = Faster PC. YAY!

Faster PC = Less tantrum throwing. YAY! 

Back-up CDs. Check.

All folders. Check.

Everything backed-up. Che-WAIT!

Too late. :)

So the back-up CDs had everything BUT my folder. How great, eh? :D

Here I am, mourning for my folder the way I would for a lost love. I mean, that folder was basically my LIFE. All sorts of pictures, ranging from as old as 2008 and to the just-yesterday-clicked pictures. Then I had ALL my writings in the folder. Majority of them were just drafted on the PC. I don't even have copies of them. Honestly, this is the shittiest thing I've experienced. Who would've known that just losing a folder would mean so much?

Meanwhile, I'm trying to recover it all through some software thing that I have no clue about. I never even knew I'd be here trying to recover it. When I first found out that my folder's gone, I just sulked. Then comes my brother to the rescue! I felt so dumb. :S I don't even know a thing about computers. :P

Yeah, so about the recovery of my folder, it's taking ages. I have to literally go through everything to just find my stuff. It won't handpick for me. I'm doing the scan for like the gazillion-th time, all thanks to the 'not responding' messages flashed in front of my eyes (they weren't 'flashed' but..you get the point). So I'm taking it all bit by bit and breaking it down into fragments and then scanning. Like right now, the scan's being done just for JPEG files and it's been kept for over an hour and it's still scanning. :) There are scans going on for  276,424,496 lost files at the moment and I'm not even exaggerating. That's the real number. God knows if the pictures will even be recoverable. Mostly, I just want all of my writings in one piece. This is tragic. Those writings were all fragments of me in my happy, vulnerable, angry, sad, depressed or whatever state. All those poems and short stories (which were really not amazing but were still close), written since 2007 till date. 

Damn this sucks. -.-'


Song of the day: Adam Lambert - Broken Open [does not refer to any emotional state of mine. It's just stuck in my head today (even though today just started :P)] 

Edit: They're not the number of files. They're some sort of blocks. Is there any difference? :/