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This is worse that I thought, well...Exams were kinda better than these vacations :(

But anyway, my brain's kinda working right now and I thought I'd relive the good old days. Yeah right, I'm just 14 but there is something like 'good' days and 'bad' days. And what's now is BAD. Like think about 2 years back, I didn't have to think -- I did as I was told, studied, spent my days lazying around, weird experiments with glue, soap and mositurisers. Don't laugh, I know that's funny. All kinds of smelly stuff, mixed together...voila..there you go. This will kill the ants...

The A.C on, read Enid Blyton... sleep, read then sleep and then read again. I didn't have to think why stuff is what it is. No hard rock...heavy metal...AC/DC, Nirvana...and Children of Bodom.

I wouldn't have even dreamt of listening to such stuff. That's for brain dead Americans. No offence, if I read that anywhere in this day, I would've felt insulted. Such is the power of music but nahh...Shakira was it then, me and my best friend, we used to listen to Shakira and Enrique...happy music. Happy people.

No best friend, no happiness. I don't think she's gonna read this now. Now what, she doesn't care enough to invite me on her most special day. But whatever, I love her. And..please don't read this, wherever you are.

We used to read aloud, Archies comics, Harry Potter...sing...stuff. Enough.

There wasn't any trying to be better than the rest, different. Rebels. All was fine then, a couple of good friends. Weekends spent playing cricket :) Now all what we do is - talk.

And really, I didn't mean to write all this today but when I'm in this writing mood, no-one can stop me. It seems unbelievable, how a single person can influence the lives of everyone around them. In a bad way, or a good way. Oh well...whatever happens, happens for good and it's been proved.

After reading this, maybe you'd think I'm not happy anymore..that's not true. I'm happy. Happy being what I am, finally getting to know me. Getting to know you. And what exactly living is. Makes me wonder what would've been happening if I was still with the same people as I was earlier. OMG...The Pussycat Dolls. SICK.

I know I'm better this way, atleast I don't follow those !@#$%^& they listen to. Neither do I try to show off a fake accent. And my favourite colour ain't pink and I know what being me is. I know what showing off is and how to stay away. How not to embarass anyone 'coz of what they like, how to love someone just 'coz they exist. I just don't forget friends just 'coz they didn't wish me on my b'day..not me. I love everyone, I love you. And I know you love me too, even if you hate me.

1 more to go...

ONE. NONE.

No-one's studying...including me :p

Doesn't matter, I can read like atleast 300 pages in one day and I have 145 here. I'm not showing off...I don't like to. So I dunno what this was.

So...I want to learn Russian some day, German too. Someday. Which is as soon as Dad comes back. This isn't fair, he knows half a dozen languages and I'm stuck with this. And yeah, meanwhile you learn D, E, F and X, Y,Z...and the ones in between :D

I started with this book yesterday - Maxim Gorky-On Literature...

The first few sentences made me read 50 pages without stopping once. Here they are -

"It was about the age of fourteen that I first learn to read intelligently. By that time I was not only attracted by the plot in the book- the more or less interesting development of the events depicted; I was beginning to muse upon the beauty of the descriptions, muse upon the characters of the men and women in the story, vaguely surmise as to the author's aims, and sense with alarm the difference between that which was spoken of in books and that which was prompted by life."

Found this book somewhere in the libary...and the other one too - Poetry from The German Democratic Republic.

There must be hundreds of them, and right here too. All mine. Dunno how he collected all these books but, I'm happy that he did. The summers sure would be fun. I didn't feel like reading this last year but this year, that's what all I want to do. Weird.

And...I guess I'll read. CIAO.

2 more to go...

I had to do this, write a new post even though there's absolutely nothing to write about. English. Anglais. Yippeee!!! Bored.

I know I'm weird :p

So, lately...I've really started to like RHCP. Not that I didn't like them before, but just not as much...and specially Anthony. Absolutely adorable!

More later, CIAO!

Really cute video..

3 more to go...

Make that - one. Just science left. English? Hehe ;)
And which other subject was left? Don't care.

So while coming back from school today...I was thinking...about --stuff.

Flashback! Exactly 2 years back...I was maybe crying, getting angry..at myself..when for the first time...I saw what life is.

She came to me and said," Asmi...dunno what was wrong with us. You aren't just worth fighting over." Huh? What was that supposed to mean? My two very best friends used to fight over me!

Hey c'mon, I'm not that good. Not good at all. And I didn't tell them to fight. Gosh...
The next day...they gathered up some people...me against them. Senseless shit. That was that. The Fight.

Everything ended.

Everything couldn't ever be normal again but after such a long time, we pretend. It's easy to pretend.

Today, in the bus, as I saw them together...PEACE. It would've been better if we hadn't ever met. Some people can be so shallow.

So please, shit happens, but you don't have to believe everything people say. It's hard to see friends breaking up. I learnt what some people are. Not everyone is though. Still some people keep fighting over me, but anyway they've got better things to do. They aren't obsessed. Thanks a lot for that.

It was their fight, but I won. So you see...friends aren't everything. YOU are everything. There isn't anything like 'Friends Forever'...it's only you who's gonna be with you. And you have to win the fight, even if you don't...you win.

4 more to go...

Haha...I still can't understand what was so difficult about today's paper. Funny. It was the easiest Sst paper I ever saw...the studying paid off, I guess. I haven't ever learnt so much altogether in one day, like yesterday. Phew.

Next one's French. Nothing much to study. I kinda know all the stuff already.

So... Equus , according to Wikipedia, is a play by Peter Shaffer written in 1973, telling the story of a psychiatrist who attempts to treat a young man who has pathological sexual fascination with horses. What say?

Daniel Radcliffe - Alan Strang - The Young Man

Unbelievable.

A little something from the article -
"Delving into Strang's tormented mind causes Dysart(the psychiatrist) to confront his own spiritual atrophy, the result of a modern consumer culture that tolerates only enervated conformity. Dysart reflects: "That boy has known a passion more ferocious than I have felt in any second of my life. And let me tell you something: I envy it. ... I watch [my wife]...night after night—a woman I haven't kissed in six years— and he stands in the dark for an hour, sucking the sweat off his god's hairy cheek!"

"Equus is to be restaged in 2007 with Richard Griffiths and Daniel Radcliffe in the leading roles. The play will be directed by Thea Sharrock, and it is to open in London in February 2007 at the Gielgud Theatre. The casting of Radcliffe, still associated with films intended for general audiences, has caused some minor controversy, since the role of Alan Strang will require him to appear naked on stage."

Now that we've heard.

Born To Be Wild

I'm alive. I did it...yay! Math's over. You have no idea how happy I am. I feel so good.

Listen to 'Born To Be Wild' first...I gotta go..

Demonized

This is the first time I'm doing something like this...writing two entries a day. Sounds like fun though.

So this book's by Christopher Fowler. Yeah right, you've heard this name somewhere but you really haven't read any book by him...I mean...if you read books. Dark fiction - Seventeen short stories. Not exactly horror, just something like it. Most are just almost everyday situations which can turn scary, or more than just scary.

I don't want to write about all the stories, just maybe 'coz it could spoil it if you wanted to read it. Haha. That was a joke, I know you don't read.

My personal favourite was 'Hop'...reminds you of some horror movies. And I'm getting scared right here, while writing this stuff. Well go on, read the book. I can't get myself to write anymore, though I want to.

Um...something else now please. Yeah, like on the last day of school..our English teacher said, "Children please, take English seriously and don't just study it on the day before the exam." How true, but my Maths teacher needed to say that to me if she didn't want yet another 'bad paper'.
Sad...it ain't gettin any better now.

I've told you already, maths isn't made for me. It's not as if I hate my teacher. She's nice. Not her fault that she can't be strict with me. I just don't give her a chance. Everytime I think that I should really start studying Maths, I think about writing. Writing anything. My brain's always worked this way. Something wrong, right? Right.

Like I'm writing this right now, whatever I feel like. That's what I'm supposed to do. And you keep on reading it. Well, don't you have any other work to do? Anyway, time to go...and maybe I'll even write for the third time today. If I feel like and yeah, I know you'll read that too.

Exams

First exam tomorrow--Maths!

I guess it's better I don't start talkin about that subject...'coz I really don't know anything about it. Simply not meant for me.

Then I have Sst, French, Science, English and then finally Computer on 23rd.

So...we'll be sitting with class 11 and I still don't know who my partner's gonna be. Really scared. What if that person's a real genius...PCM too. And we have Math tomorrow, but you see if I was a normal, ordinary, outspoken, outgoing, nice kid...I would've asked my partner the questions I didn't know. But now, that isn't possible...hello, this is ME!

And by any chance, if someone of class 11's reading this puh-leeze tell my partner to be a lil helpful and help me in Maths. Sob. And if you're my parter, you rock!

I did say all this rubbish but there IS kinda a chance...that someone nice reads this stuff. Dunno what'll happen to me. I know, I never learn.

And...nothin much actually. Ciao!