Neighbours

Why are my neighbours ALWAYS my sister's age?

Christmas

So tomorrow my friends and me are having a Christmas party at school. It's like the kick-off of the holiday season. i'm really excited.
The other thing I realized is that it's almost New Year and we'll be in 2012. This has been a very eventful year. I moved across the world, and I think it may have been one of the biggest and also one of the best things that have happened to me.
Moving is important because it gives you a chance to find out who you are. You find out how you seem to people. You find out who you really are.
You make new friends. And though I miss my old frineds ALOT, I do realize that things change, and life changes ans the best thing to do is embrace it and move on with life.

The first ten years

Today, I was talking to a friend of mine while we were eating lunch together about what we were like when we were kids and he told me that he didn't believe in Santa Claus growing up. Or wizards. He read encyclopedias for fun. Ran on treadmills, not while playing tag. Was always on a healthy diet.
I stared at him for a long time, speechless, and then I gave him a hug. What else do you do to someone who's been deprived of some of the best moments ever?
We all thank God that we're not working in a mine factory. But we should also thank God that we didn't worry about kids who did work in mine factories, as children. That for us, the world was a beautiful place to grow up in for us.
Santa Claus. The pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. The elves that creep out at night and make the grass green. Running becuase it's fun, not because you need the PE grade. Stuffing yourself with birthday cake with no worries.
Count your blessings that during the first ten years of your life, there was no better life than the one you lived.

Friendship

God chooses our family
Destiny chooses our soul mate
But its all the others around us
We can choose to love or hate

Our bosses choose our colleagues
Our life chooses our pathway
But its us who choose the people
We're glad to see each day

Cliches choose our social status
Talent chooses our GPA
but we do get to choose
With who we want to spend the day

A busy planned schedule
Chooses how we spend our hours
Our parent choose our names
But our friends? That choice is ours.

Grades

Stress, stress, stress
My grades sink low
Like a ship in the sea
What will happen tomorrow?

B pluses swim around
Before my eyes, half asleep
I stare at my Standard Gradebook
And I want to stop and weep

Life is full of ups
Downs, highs and lows
My grades are almost there
My heart's full of sorrow

Just two godamn points
Why won't my grades reach?
I listen to my teachers
And what they have to teach

Waiting, waiting, waiting
What happens to my GPA?
Maybe I'll wake up with a 4.0
One very fine day :)

Take it slow

Close your eyes, the whole world
Is rushing in circles around you
People moving, so fast
You know you're moving too

But in a way, it's important
To know this moment wont come again
And if you ever look back
And want it, what then?

So thats's why you have to
Sometimes resist the flow
Move at a rare easy speed
Just stop, take it slow

Love who you are

So there's a girl who sits behind me in two of my classes named Marcia. And while I'm not exactly jealous of her, I've always felt that she has the perfect life. Marcia is beautiful, has a 4.0 GPA, tons and tons and tons and TONS of friends, the kind of boyfriend who texts her goodnight, lives in a house with a picket fence with her pet dog, her mom bakes cookies for school benifits, her sister is just a year younger than she is, and she's also the football manager which is like a given for college admissions. She's the kind fo girl who when I'm talking to my friends I gaze at and sometimes wonder what it would be like to be her.
But then a few days ago, these rumours started spreading that she slept with her boyfriend, and she started losing some of her friends, and it got so bad that she didnt come to school the next day.
And I learnt something from that. Nobody's lfe is so perfect that we should want to be them. Everybody has problems. Everybody needs love. If you look closely, even the smartest or most popular or most talented kid in school could have cuts in their arm. Even the most perfect person could cry into their pillow at night.
If you don't exhibit your probelms, then why would they?
So lesson learnt- to enevr want to be anybody else. Ever.
Because God gave you who you are for a reason and that reason will one day show.

Top 15

If I was travelling the world, and I had all the normal stuff like water bottles and clothes,what would my top 10 be?
1. My Kindle
2. My Laptop
3. Something to connect with the net with cuz I forgot what it's called
4. My Cell Phone
5. My Ipod
6. My fav. jacket which doesnt warm me at all but has thousands of memories attached to it :)
7. Chocolateee!!!!!!!!!!!
8. Playing cards
9. MOVIESSSSS.
10. Cards and stuff that my friends gave me because they make me feel warm and cozy and loved
11. My fav, stuffed animal which is a dog.
12. My fav bright skirt which makes me feel amazing.
13. My earphones
14. Cookiesss!!!!
15. My glow in the dark blacelet. It's my light. Literally.

Scratch whats True!!

Appearance
I have/had many scars
I tan easily
I wish my hair was a different color
I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color
I have a tattoo. No. I want one though.
I can be conscious about my appearance at times
I have/had braces. Never had to deal with that one. Thank you God.

Embarrassment
Disney movies still make me cry I've never actually cried in a Disney movie
I've laughed so hard I've cried
I've glued my hand to something
I've laughed until some kind of beverage came out of my nose
I've shouted something so loud when the class was real quiet
I've touched sharp/hot/cold etc. to see if it would hurt


Health
I've gotten stitches. I had my adenoids and appendix removed.
I've had my tonsils removed
I've had my wisdom teeth removed
I've been afraid of getting a shot even during teenage years


Travel
I've been on a plane. At least a quarter of my life :P
I've been to the US. Dude, I live in Seattle.
I've been to Europe. yup, London and Germany.
I've been to atleast one other country
I've never been out of my country
I've driven/ridden over 200 miles in one day

Experiences
I've got lost in a mall.
I've seen a shooting star.
I've wished on a shooting star
I've seen a meteor shower
I've gone out in public in my pajamas
I've slapped someone
I've been skiing
I've been in a musical
I've auditioned for something
I've been on stage
I caught a snowflake on my tongue
I've sat on a rooftop at night
I've pranked someone
I've ridden in a taxi


Honesty
I've done something I've promised someone I wouldn't. Unfortuantely, yes.
I've done something I've promised myself I wouldn't.
I've cheated while playing a game
I've been in a fist fight

Materialism
I own over 10 music CD's. Now why would I buy a CD when I can download it for free?
I own over 10 novels
I own over 5 electronic gadgets
I'm obsessed with anime/manga
I collected comic books.
I own a lot of make up
I own a lot of accessories Claires :)
I own a gaming console(s)
I own a car
I own a bike
I like compliments.

Random
I can sing low key
I've stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant
I open up to others easily
I watch the news occassionally or always
I like to kill bugs. Nope. Nope. Nope. On the contrary I love em.
I sing in the shower
I'm a morning person
I'm a sports cricket fanatic
Dhoni all the way!!
I twirl my hair
I care about grammar
I love spam
I've copied more than 30 CD's in a day
I bake reasonably well
My favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, blue, red, purple, black, orange
I would wear pajamas to school
I like Martha Stewart
I laugh at my own jokes
I eat fast food weekly
I've not turned in anything and still got an A in a specific class. I wish.
I can't sleep if there is a bug/insect in the room
I'm really ticklish
I like chocolate
I bite my nails
I'm good at remembering names
I'm good at remembering dates
My memory sucks
I have no idea what I want to the for the rest of my life. Sometimes I wanna be a lwayer. Sometimes I wanna fly.
People
...called me fat
...say I'm skinny
...have said I'm ugly
...have said I'm pretty
...have spread rumors about me
...force me to eat
...say I eat too much
...say I eat too little
...say I eat too fast
...say I eat too slow
...have called me a genius
...have given me gifts

Oh wow. That is alarming.

Eating
I've lost weight
I've gained weight
I'm at my thinnest
I'm at my biggest
I diet
My weight affects my mood
I'm vegetarian
. Yup. Never known life as a carnivore.I exercise Every night on that ellpictical.

Hobbies/Activities
I play a sport
I play an instrument
I have a pet and I play with it often. haha I wish.
I love singing
I love dancing
I'm into theater
I love writing
I love reading
I'm a natural artist
I can do a split
I watch television over 3 hours a day
I'm obsessed with a current on-going television series at the moment I'm addicted to Facebook
I'm addicted to Twitter

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Anger

Anger pulsing
Mind racing
Fists clenching
Heart pacing

Brow creases
Swear Words flow
The sunset looks like
Its made of snow

Glass shatters
Heart desires
To do something shocking
Brain on fire

Mr. Logic
Goes for a long break
We rip up paper
For the mistakes we make

Heavy Metal
Pounds in our brain
Anger Anger
Turns light to rain

Anger Anger
Takes peace and destroys
Rids the spirit
Of all its joys

Popularity

While reading a friend's blog, I read a post she wrote about Popularity which sort of made me want to write one too.
Popularity. 5 syllables that keep countless teenagers up at night, wondering when they'll finally get it.
Honestly, I've never been a popular person. But then again, popularity is so easily redefined. Does it mean having alot of friends? Or does it mean being part of an elite crowd? In my old school , there were three "popular" girls in my class. But the thing is, they just hung out with each other. So were they really popular?
I am generally pretty popular with unpopular people. So what does that make me? And what does that make them?
Is popularity a how many thing, or a who thing? I guess it all comes down to that.

Marauders

I have my Marauders Map
And Im keepine it with me
And using it to guide
Me through rough territory

Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, Prongs
Take me through it all
And when I stumble on hurdles
They don't let me fall

So there's no hitchhiking, getting lost
Begging for directions on a phone
I have my Marauders to guide me
So I'm never alone :)

Waiting

Tick Tock goes the clock
Impatience clouds the mind
Our heart looks and searches
For distractions of any kind

We count the files on the wall
Or the days till Christmas vacation
We build beautiful Greek cities
Out of our imagination

Seconds turn to minutes to hours
Every passed second is a dream
Things arent as long
As they really seem

And when the waiting gets over
We taste the ripe fruit of end
Patience does have a reward
Life takes a new bend

Change me

They all say its important
To live like its your last
So one day in the futute
You won't regret the past

But what if your scared
To just let it go?
To take of your covers,
And let the real you show?

What if you cry when you
Go to sleep at night
You've looked over yourself
You don't like the sight

And what if you can't
Live with who you are?
What if you wish
On every shooting star?

Then how can you live
Like it's really your last
If you hate your life so much
Why would you care about the past?

Into the mirror

I gaze
In it
I see
Deep Down
Behind
Lives Me

I look
For it
Its there
Same eyes
Twin noses
That hair

Like me
Its all
The same
One of
Life's many
Weird Games

I look
I find
My soul
Its there
Broken
But Whole

I am
So high
There's light
Happiness
Everywhere
In sight

And while
The world
Shivers
I gaze
Into
The Mirror

Double Fudge

There are different ways to look at things
Depends which angle you take
And this I will prove to you
With double fudge chocolate cake

You can look at it and be happy
See chocolate love galore
You can take a bite, ride to heaven
Beg for a little more

Or you can look at and count
The calories you will intake
Think of the skirts you cant fit into
Because of that one piece of chocoalte cake

Or you can look at, visualize
Heart attacks and cholestrol
Long narrow hospital corridors
You can see it all

We observe from different angles
It could be friend or foe
Think about the ways
A chocolate cake can go :)

Loneliness in a crowd

Faces all around me laughing
There's no silence, its all sound
How can I be so lonely,
When there are people all around?

A secret whispered from ear to ear
Until it isn't really a secret anymore
People giggling over some joke
Thats hidden inside a closed door

Hustling, rustling, bustling
There's no quiet to be found
But yet I am still so lonely
Despite people all arounds

Split Friendships

We used to be together
Just us three
I watched out for you both
You watched out for me

And when the lillies lured you away
You went without a glance
You did't realize that
You took my only chance

For something that Ive dreamed of
Since I've know how
You took it all away
I hope you're happy now

Tears

They run down your face
They reflect your heart
To keep them away
It's an art

The tears on your face
Can easily be gone
Something makes you smile
Life moves on

But the tears that are shed
When your heart cries
Never really fade
A part of you dies

Some-one shows their love
And you move on with it all
But a shade of your heart still cries
No matter how small

Tears on your face
Slowly they evaporate away
But the ones that your heart sheds
Those are here to stay

Can you see me?

So yes I wrote the poem on a spur. But the idea of invisbility in a crowd started when a girl in my World History says, and I quote "It's like I'm invisible! They don't even know I'm there."
Invisibility is kinda cool. But to not be seen when you're right there, to not be heard when you're calling for help, or crying for comfort or even shouting for someone to share your joy with, that's just sad.
And even if they see you, do they really see you? When you see me, do you know that I hate Sunday nights? Or that giant lizards creep me out? Do you see deeper? Do you know that I'm scared of living in darkness like Helen Keller, or that when the sun shines I feel like I'm a brand new person?
No.
It's sad isn't it?
So if your reading this and you know me, this is for you.
Can you see me?

Can you see me?

Can you see me?
I'm standing
Can you hear me?
I'm breathing

Can you feel it?
My soul's singing
With this happiness
My heart's ringing

And when you look right through me
What do you see?
The shadows of memory and feeling
Is it really me?

Can you see me?
I'm crying
With happiness
The heart's flying

Can you feel it?
My heart's in two
I'm so sad
Does that thought come to you?

And when you look right through me
Do you see this complexity?
Or does only sadness strike you,
Do you feel pity?

Can you see me?
Cuz I love what I've become
Shades of people
Blend into me as one

Can you feel it?
Can you really see?
Behind all these things
Lives me

It's easy

They aren't exactly normal
It's easy to judge
They made one mistake
How easy to hold a grudge

They smile at you, expecting
A grin given in return
You're not in the mood for friendship
Away you turn

Did you ever realize?
That a hand full of care
Once extended,
Always lingers there

And every time you refuse
To forgive, forget, move on
So sooner or later
That hand will be gone

Then what will you do?
Lying in the shadows
Without me to come with you
Wherever life goes

Where will you go?
Standing all alone?
You left a friendship
That could have really grown

So i'm so sorry
I wasn't good enough to be
The person who was there all along
Just that you couldn't see

Faceless Person

I have acne. Tons of it. Since 5th grade.
Because I'm so insecure about it, I havn't looked at my face in the mirror in months because I'm scared about what Im going to see. I dont click pictures because I hate to see what Im dreading in actual proof. I hide myself from rearview mirrors, avoid reflective, black screens, and don't look at myslef when Im trying on clothes.
If I had one wish, I would be selfish and beg God to take it all away.
I havn't gone one day in years without someone mentioning it. I've seen my friend's sisters come to recognize me as " the girl with spots". My grandparents just don't leave it alone. I don't even remember what I look like.
I havn't slept in years without putting some kind of facial cream. Sometimes I cry myself to sleep because I've seen a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I hate what I see.
Back in my old house, my neighbour had a cousin who I was pretty close to who ahd terrible acne. She was almost 27 and it wasn't showing any signs of leaving her. It's stupid and shallow, but one of my biggest fears is that I'll live with acne forever.
I hate myself for letting a thing like this get to me. But I guess it's been too much for just too darn long.

Sometimes I wish I was an only child.

Where would we be if we had no cupcakes?

Where would we be if we had no cupcakes?
We would be living a half-baked pie
Things would be a shadow of what could have been
It would be an un-lived life

Frosting is pure bliss
Happiness comes with chocolate
When you bite into gourmet cupcakes
It's like a work of fate

What would we do on a bad day,
without this package of sweet?
Where would this world be,
If we didn't have a cupcake to eat?

Is age really a limitation?

Barack Obama- First Black President of the United States
Prathima Patil- First woman president of India
X Y - First child president ever?
It's true that an adult would have more sense at a press conference, more grace on a podium and more sophistication on a red carpet. An adult may symbolize a stronger nation. But when you come down to the heart of it, a country wants a president that has their best intentions, for the country, not for themselves. And nobody is more honest or pure than a child.
It's often scietifically said that kids can be smarter than adults. They tend to find the simplest soloution in the toughest problems. And this is mainly because children don't have to think about where their loyalties lie or about political power. They just find the one answer that is the best for everybody. While it's true that an adult has a better understanding of world problems, its equally true that more than 35% of the population is children and young teenagers. How often are their problems focused on? And while it can be agreed that in countries like the United States or places in Europe are extremely child friendly, less can be said about places like India where there are safety problems, huge suicide rates in students and other different problems evolving children and young adults.
In fact, even in normal concerns, children are helpful. Children are generally more environment friendly than adults, follow rules more, and are more openminded.
I think that having a child as a president is sort of ridiculous but I do belueve that if a capable child, maybe at an older stage, is somehow connecetd to the goverment, it would benifit any country.

Food

Food.
My favourite four lettrs.
Literally. Im a COMPLETE foodie. Because I eat alot of Indian food, I like exotic curries and things but I also love things like tacos and burgers. I like pastas alot. Its one of my dreams to have an amazing cheese and mushroom stuffed shells with a tomato base. I like sandwiches....cold slaw, cheese with tons of tomatoes and onions or grilled, and even with potatoes or vegetables. But I'm not a peanut butter and jam person which is supposed to be an American classic and makes me wanna throw up.
And then are desserts. Oh boy, there are desserts. Chocolate takes the prize of course. I actually like chocolates in general rather than cake. I love brownies. I can do anything for nutella. But I do mor than anything for lemon and banana cake, or any type of fruit pie. And whipped cream. Creme brulee. Poppy seed cake. Cheesecake. You name it.
Food is my life. But Im not really one of a cook so it's sad that I'll never have a future in it.

12 hours to go

12 hours and its my birthday.
Im not excited.
Im not even happy.
And you know? I have absolutely no idea why.

Things that are completely and utterly wrong with this world

1. Fake things. Fake plants. Why? The real ones are prettier. Fake fruits. They aren't edible which in my opinion already takes them down. Fake fur. Again, why? If its fake it ain't comfortable or warm. Fake talent. Selena Gomez in singing, Sonakshi Sinha in acting, Low fat food in taste. Fake.
2. Definitions that have the word they are supposed to define in them. Like
EXpression- A way to express your feelings.
3. Cheese from Switzerland ISNT GOOD. Cheese from Switzerland HAS to be good, it's like the only rule. But guess what? It isn't.
4. Nightgowns- Nobody sleeps in skirts. So why are nightgowns okay?
5. Buttercups aren't cups of butters. Diamonds are colourless. There are no flying sloths. And Jenna Rose is alive.

Dumb names that keep surfacing

Jerry- I absolutely hate the name Jerry. In Tom and Jerry. Barney's dad in How I Met Your Mother. The singer Jerry Thomas. That name just brings bad things along with it.
Deidre- It started when I read Heidi. I dont know why, I just cannot live with the name Deidre.
Lynette- I HATE the name Lynette.
Bavana- I used to hate the name Bavana because I knew this weird girl named Bavana. Then I met another Bavana like a year ago and now she's one of my really good friends so I guess I like the name again.
Alexis- Ugggh
Tom- Maybe I just have something against the Tom and Jerry cast.

Randomness

I think water tastes pretty good. I also want to taste different types of it. I love dramatic Indian serials. I used to be scared of escalators and dogs. Can you believe it?
Sometimes I get all poetical and imagine the whole white heaven deal with one of those majestic Gods from the movies.
I've never blown a candle off a cake.
Why are Girrafes so tall? There's so much more grass on the ground then there are leaves on trees. And it must have been pretty hard to get them to fit into Noah's Ark.
When I was a kid, I hated the colour red because the religion teacher at my school, Sister Mary Pat, told me it was the devil's colour. But isn't it also the colour of love? So love is the devil. One of my friends Juniper will agree.
I have mood swings. Sometimes they completely flip. I think my most remarkable feat has been six different emotions in a span of 10 minutes. I should send that to Guineass.
Hmmmm..... I stole over a hundred spoons. But I gave them back so no damage done.
I love the name Mike. And Julie. And Sabina. And Gabrielle. And Augosto.

My birthday

My birthday's coming up.
Im dreading it.
This isn't really normal, I get that. But that fact is that I just moved. i dont exactly have a horde of friends here. And now Im sort of rememebring all my birthday's back home and it is sort of depressing me.
9th- I ended up tearing the skirt I was wearing, almost fell off the roof, and moved from my house. Good memories.
10th- No disasters except I vaguely remember somebody's hand falling into their piece of cake.
11th- I got the bets present ever (fish), forgot to invite somebody and had to run away from them the whole time, and fell asleep in the middle of my sleepover. And burnt a pancake :)
12th- Surprise party :) Best Birthday Ever. I also almost might have worn my pyjamas to it.
13th- I lost an elecoution contest. And I was in a car full of strangers except of one of my friends. It was also one of my best birthdays. Maybe because I made a bunch of new friends.
And this year....I'm in a new country. And except for a couple of friends....sorta a loner.
And thats why, Im dreading my birthday.

Weirdness

Apparently Im weird.....who would have guessed?
Okay fine, I know. I am weird. Very weird.
Reasons why-
1. I love old Hindi movies. Who would have guessed?
2. I like the strawberry leaf more than the actual strawberry.
3. Kishore Kumar is one of my idols. I mean, he is amazing. A singer, a comedian, an AMAZING actor ....... who else does that? Maybe Justin Bieber. He sings (if you can call it that). And he's so terrible that I guess he can be funny. And he was in a movie. He just isn't amazing.
4. I like to peel the plastic of books. Well...it is fun.
5. My ambition used to be to go dance on Barney with all the other kids.
6. I can go for extremely depicable means for chocolate. But I think that's not exactly normal.
7. My role model is crayons.
8. Ummmm.....I think tomato ketchup tastes good with vanilla ice-cream. Yes it DOES. it tastes like halepeno.
9. I read Shakespeare. My favourite book is Dr. Suess. He's hilarious ok? Dr. Suess I mean, not Shakespeare. He wrote about dying lovers. Which is actually kinda hilarious when you think about it.

Conclusion- No, Im not weird. It's prefectly normal to do all these things.
Right SummerFalls?

Harry Potter Awards One, Two AND Three

Book One-
Funniest Moment- Ron trying to turn Scabbers yellow and meeting Hermione and Harry.
Saddest Moment- The beginning, Harry in the Dursley's Place.
The moment that makes you go Awwwww- Hagrid giving Harry the photo album with pictures of his parents.
Scariest moment- Harry, Ron and Hermione getting ready to go down the hole.
The Oblique- Really? Fluffy? That's the dog's name? That dog was NOT Fluffy..from any aspect.
Best Character- Rubeus Hagrid

Book Two-
Funniest moment-Ron trying to curse Malfoy in defence of Hermione and belching skulls. / Harry, Hermione and the Weasleys finding out about Percy's girlfriend./ Lockhart and the pixies.
Saddest Moment- Hermione getting petrified.
The moment that makes you go Awwwwww- Hermione running to hug Ron and Harry after getting the Mandrakes potion.
Scariest Moment- Thinking Hagrid could actually be the Heir of Slytherin.
The Oblique- If Lucius Malfoy was keeping Voldemort's diary, then he would know Voldemort was alive, so why did he go on the Good side?
Best Character- Gilderoy Lockhart

Book Three-
Funniest Moment- Malfoy's face when he sees Harry's Firebolt./ The Boggart turning into Sevurus Snape in Neville's garndmothe's clothes.
Saddest moment- Lupin leaving school./ Sirius leaving school.
The moment that makes you go Awwwww- Ron, Harry and Hermione making up after the fight.
Scariest moment- Ron getting attacked by Sirius Black.
The Oblique- There is none, really.

Singerss I hate and why

1. Selena Gomez- I mean really? In Who Says, she says she wouldnt be anybody else. Well duh. She's gorgeous, a movie star, a musician, has five dogs and has a ton of money. I wouldnt wanna be anyone else either.
2. Justin Bieber- Do I even have to say it?
3. Taylor Swift- Oh you have a Love Story? And your gonna be together Forever and Always? Yeah right. Wow, You have a song! Our Song! Oh No, you broke up. So now you have Teardrops On Your Guitar? Only, wont that ruin it? So he came back on his White Horse? Well I thought you Burnt his Picture. So you're back together? And you can say" he's Mine." And you're just making me Crazier and Crazier and Crazier.
4. The Jonas Brothers- We've been thorugh this. Twice.
5. Bruno Mars- I used to like him until Grenade. Now he's on my dartboard list. Even if you catch the Grenade you idiot, its still gonna blow up. And I doubt you will ever have to put your hand on a blade for your ungrateful sweetherat.
6. Kesha- Energy is one thing. Hyper drugs and glitter is another. And guess what? I brush my teeth with toothpaste. You should try it.
7. Katie Perry- Last night, I dreamt about dogs. One of my friends dreams about Jason Grace. And one of my friends dreams about her class. You should try living the real Teenage Dreams.

Ingofine Anglagline

Ingofine Anglagine
Was a young girl of thirteen
And things were not complicated
If you can guess what I mean

There were no rumours
And no gossipers at school
Nobody segregated the ugly
From the stunning and cool

Words had no double meaning
"Shut up"was a forbidden phrase
Life was just a simple path
No bends, no nooks, no maze

Being the best in math was an honour
In games, it was cool to be fast
And when you had a birthday party
You invited the whole class

In all of life's drama
Does it ever come to one's mine
What we could give up,
To live like Ingofine Anglagline?

Things I love About The Jonas Brothers

Every dark side has a lighter side. And I guess that every terrible, awful, idiotic, stupid, girlish, weird boy band can have a good side too.
So here it goes.
Things I LOVE about the Jonas Brothers-
1. Ummmmmm I like the fact that they have no real connection to Disney.
2. Theyre not in rehab yet. YAYYY!!!!
3. Pizza Girl made my day.
4. I guess Joe Jonas has a nice voice.
5. They stick together. And family is important.
6. They wore those virgin rings.
7. Kevin Jonas gave his wife a Cinderella glass slipper. That's kinda useless.Its also kinda sweet I guess.
8. You're my favourite song was a nice song. In fact, I really liked it.
9. They support charity.
10. Im out. Done.

There Summerfalls. You happy now?

Best Harry Potter Moments

Book One-
Ron trying to cast a spell on Scabbers the rat.

Book Two-
Ron and Harry sitting in Hermione's hosptial room trying to figure out the mystery of the Chamber of Secrets.

Book Three-
Sirius asking Harry to move in with him.

Book Four-
Ron getting jealous over Viktor Krum.

Book Five-
Fred and George's escape from Hogwarts and Umbridge's shock.

Book Six-
Ron and Hermione in the hospital.

Book 7-
Harry, Ron and Hermione in Dumbledore's study talking to his painting.

Cinderella Poetry style Part 1

She had golden tresses
That fell to her feet
Her eyes were stolen from the sky
Her figure was petite

Dressed in torn up rags
She made a cup of tea
For her stepfamily
Who acted like they couldn't see

That the girl they were mistreating
Had a heart of gold
They could never buy more precious
No matter what they sold

Her stepsisters told her
That she was worthless
Her stepmother resembled
A cruel tigress

One day came a message
From the palace of the king
Which brought news such
That her sisters began to sing

Oh we will shine at the ball
The prince will fall in love
And we'll get married at the palace
Flowers raining from above

Cinderella dressed them up
In their finest finery
She adorned them both
In the best jewellery

And sitting by the embers,
She wept all alone
For she wanted to dance too
A dream no-one had known

Parting

Parting is a bittersweet thing. Just like dark chocolate. Only one, you save up to buy and the other, you save to avoid.

Whats NOT on my bucket list

So there are things we want to do before we die...
There are things we dream about during math class.
But what do we NOT wanna do?
1. Eat any form of animal.
2. Do soemthing like swim across the Atlantic Ocean or get into the Guineass Book Of World Records or climb Mount Everest. Why would anybody anyway?
3. Own a cat. EVER.
4. Fly on an airplane somewhere. Not that I ever have much of a choice.
5. Appear on TV. I dont look good on screens.
6. Perform one of those operations. Eww.
7. Go on a Reality TV Show.
8. Kill someone....or even really shoot a bullet.
Let us Pray that I'm right :)

Dream things

My dream song would be a collabration between The Beatles, Uncle Kracker and Poets of the Fall.....most of The Beatles being dead, it probably won't happen unless Paul Mcartney does something but I would LOVE to hear what three individual magical groups can do when they collabrate to make something beautiful.
My dream sandwich would involve Dairy Milk Silk, Nutella, Whipped Cream and absolutely no bread. Why would anybody want bread when they can have chocolate anyway?
My dream birthday party would be a party where every person who I have ever really considered as a friend would be genuinely happy to be there to share my special day with me.
My dream school would be a school straight out of a Shahrukh Khan movie where people talk in Hindi and every drama has a happy ending to it.
My dream wedding would involve music.And cake.
My dream Koffee with Karan episode would have Zoa Morani, Ali Fazal, Giselli Monteiro and Satyajit Dubey. I would love to know what they are really and truly like.
My dream shopping trip would be when I can find gold and black, sphagetti strapped dress on sale.
My dream dress is given above.
And my dream? To have these things happen. Some, like the sandwich and the dress......well there are possibilites. Some, like the song are just a shadow of what could have been.Some, like the Koffee with Karan episode are dreams I can easily live without. Some, like the wedding I may grow out of. But the school is something I really want. And so is the birthday. Not that everybody should be there. That is impossible. But, that everybody should feel genuinely happy for me.

Inspirational People

Well....Everybody does get inspired by some-one or the other. And thouGh my favourite quote is We should all learn from crayons. Though they're so many different colours, they all fit very nicely into one little box.,
I AM inspired by real people.
1. Walt Disney- Really? That man one day decided to draw a mouse that can talk and suddeny he has built a whole empire of fantasy, fiction, and love for children all over.
2. Mahatma Gandhi- Somebody who can get a whole nation to cooperate in the most difficult of times. Peace? He really knew what he was talking about. And hE practised what he preached unlike other people who will not be named.
3. Adolf Hitler- No, im not a Nazi..nor do I think what eh did was right. But he is an amazing leader. With a mustache like that, Im surprised anybody even listened to the guy but he still managed to change the train of thought of millions of people.
4. Madonna- Somebody who can just let everything go..all stereotypes and decorum and just make good music...
5. The Beatles- Well duh. Do I even have to say it?
You can inspire some-one too :)

Favourites

These are some of my favourite things.....
I used to LOVE that song. Now...I hate it. I mean really? Roses and raindrops and whiskers on....I don’t even remember it anymore. And I never saw the Sound of Music either. But these are some of my favorite things-
Favourite singer- Uncle Kracker. Really, he is AMAZING.
Favourite band- Can anyone beat the Beatles? They’re unBEATable. God, that was lame.
Favourite website- No, it is not the expected Facebook. Tasteofawesome.com
Favourite celebrity- Umm....Ringo Star because I love his songs and his name. Rebecca Black because her songs make me forget everything else and let me laugh. And Paul Coellho because he is definitely a celebrity and NO-BODY can beat him.
Favourite author- Umm...Kim Edwards. Paul Coelho. I like Erich Segal. Anne Mazer because her books were hilarious when I was little and even now. And my friend SR who will know who she is if she reads this because I really do love her writing and her blog, its not fake. Its genuine.
Favourite trash author- Nicholas Sparks. His books repeat the same words and phrases. They have similar plots. But I still read them. I don’t know why.
Favourite quote- We should all learn to be like crayons. Even though they’re all different colours, tehy fit so well in one box.
Favourite Harry Potter Dialogue- "Why did he say follow the spiders, Harry? Why couldn’t he say follow the butterflies instead?"
To rephrase..These are some of my favourite things............

Names

When I was in fifth grade I started collecting names and I found my collection a few weeks ago. Its pages long, I could never write the whole thing but some of the names were and are actually really interesting.
Baesa- I met her in those terminal cars you have on airports..I dont really remember her at all but her name was so unusual so that stays in my head forever and always.
Himshika- Really? A name with a Him and a She? How awesome is that?
Vickyat- It means famous. Who names their kid famous?
Farhan Furniturewala- He's a movie star. Furniturewala? He who sells furniture? What kind of last name is that supposed to be?

The Memory keeper's Daughter

This is one of the most beautiful books I've ever read in my lifetime and that is really saying something because I have read ALOT of them.
The MemoryKeeper's Daughter is by Kim Edwards who obviously knows how to make a character so real and perfect.
The whole book is based on a secret...even though many of the main characters don't know it, the secret has changed their lives so much. The story is about David, an ambitious doctor, very much in love with his beautiful wife Norah, who, due to circumstances has to deliver his wife's babies on night because the midwife couldn't come. When the night is over...David has a handsome, healthy, wonderful son named Paul, and a sickly daughter suffering with Down-Syndrome named Phoebe. Here, another secret is disclosed, that David grew up with a sister suffering from Down-Syndrome who died at a evry early age because of the disease. This affected David, and he saw how how it affected his mother. Not wanting the same bitter pain for Norah and Paul, he asked the nurse to take Pheobe away to an institution, and tells his wife that their daughter died at childbirth. But instead of doing that, the nurse, Catherine Gill, raised Phoebe in another city as her own daughter.
This secret weighs down on the lives of the people who do know it and the people who don't. Soon everything changes.
Anybody who really loves books should read this one. The characters are so complex and real that it's hard to blame or really love any of them. They are all so human.
The best thing about the book is its utter complexity and how Kim Edwards weaves her tale.
But the thing is that this book didn't make me cry...but it gave me this really sad sad feeling. I don't know why.....it was just so wonderfully terrible that somebody could put a reality like that on a page.
Usually my feelings aren't so complex which means there is something special about that book which makes me proud to own it.
Read it.
Really.

Hunger

It's 12:13 AM and I am slowly being concumed by own stomach. Hungry?....exactly. I didn't eat a very full breakfast...I haven't had anything wild and memorous in dyas....which brings me back to amazing things I have eaten.
Once I was at this hotel and I ordered this mushroom dish. The thing about me is that I absolutely adore mushrooms. They are de-liteful. Any style of cooking...and it involves mushrooms...I want it. Badly. So the mushroom came in this Chinese cooking style...and it was Heaven. Epic. I wanted to dance with just the aroma.
At this amazing resteraunt I know, which serves ONLY things to do with chocolate..I had this Snicker's milkshake...and it was like someone offered me a million pots of gold.
Cookies.....cookies are normal. Subway cookies are abnormal.

Exams, Friendships..and things in general

Upcoming torture- I HATE EXAMS!!!! Especially math...actually, I quite like math as a subject but I absolutely hate writing a three hour paper about it.
1. To write an exam you have to study for it. Study = looooooong hours of restless torture when you could have been doing something better.
2. Anticipation. Waiting for the portion...then waiting for D-Day.....then waiting for the paper....then waiting for the grades...Uggh. I hate waiting in general. Unless it's for something wonderful like a huge sundae or a new album by The Beatles. What's the fun in waiting for such terrible things? It's like getting a punishment for torture.
3. Actually writing the exam is no picnic either. It's like this. You write. And write. And write. And......well it's obvious. Writing can be fun, but not when it is about the Conquest for Independence, Newton's theory or the Pythagorean triplets.
And these exams? They're next week...
Can you believe in my school they actually call exams as 'trials'. It's as if they understand, it really is a trial.

Friendships- Friendships are so easily made and broken, it's not even funny. I used to have this really close friend named Shai. We were really, really, really close. And then this new girl named Mrina comes along and we become really close. Shai..sort of got jealous. What I wanted was for Shai, Mrina and me to be friends together. So I'd very conveniently leave them alone together for a while. First they seemed really awkward...but then it was like they were having a great time together. So I was really happy....until I found myself being left out. All the time. And I'm watching them laughing together and walking away from me and I'm thinking How did this happen? When? Will three always be a crowd? Can three never be friends?

Ok this is random but amazing. My mom has a friend and he has the most AMAZING hobby. He makes juices out of the weirdest things like curd and cheese and vegetables and stuff without one drop of alcohol and then posts pictures of them on FaceBook. Those drinks look really pretty.......and REALLY tempting.
Isn't that a cool hobby?

The Agenda

The Agenda...
The plan of the day......
Why does there have to be a stupid agenda all the time anyway?
What happened to spontaneity?
Oh and impulse....and maybe sitting back and doing nothing?
So I know this guy who's mother has pretty much planned his life out on a piece of paper. She's colour coded his days, weeks and months, filling then with the exact activity that he will be doing. Every single second has a purpose.
So we have all these seconds with purposes but shouldn't we also have those seconds which have no purpose at all? The seconds where you can sing a song with no words, tempo or music? The seconds where you don't even remember your name and you just sit back and well.....do nothing?
Nothing at all.....
Why does have every second need to have an agenda?
Why is always that every thing in life should be dumped in a box which has a readymade lock and key?
Is that the way we become successful people and good people? By planning every second of our lives? By thinking about every action before doing it?
We only live ONCE guys....
Seriously...we probably will never forget those seconds where we won awards or we aced science tests. And we will remember our birthdays..the day we bought our first house....first job...first car.
But daydreams? The feeling of contentment?
Never will we remember that.
Still............Those moments are important.
It's called balance.

Retort

SummerFallsWhatInTheWorld

This link will take you to my friend Summer Fall's blog where she has posted a reply to my earlier post about dogs and chickens. Remember?
Well anyway Summer Falls...this is Monica Rez's reply.
1. Yes I know there is no title to that post. Do you have a problem with it?
2. This is how the world works? If everyone followed that moral, the world would be in shambles right now. Would women be voting? No, because all those protestors would tell themselves that "This is how the world works" and never make a difference. Would there be an end to Hitler? No, because people would just tell themselves "This is how the World works."
So the world isn't always fair. Is that any excuse to not fight for what is right?
It is wrong that there is discrimination in animals. We don't make it right by saying that this is how the world works.
3. Am I asking the world to stop eating chicken? No I am not. If you read my article Summers, then you will see that I never asked the world to become vegetarian. I agree. It's impossible.
4. Distinguishing. Simple word. It doesn't matter whether it's between animals, plants or humans. To distinguish between animals is just as wrong as distinguishing between humans. Yes it is. It's quite simple. A white man and a black man. Both have feelings. Both have emotions. Right? Similarly we have a dog and a chicken. A furry animal and a feathery animal. Both have feelings. Both have emotions. Right?
5. Debating and saying something else in contrary just because I have to? That's a downright insult. You can't comment on my debating skills before I even reply.
6. An internet thing? Okay. I can live with that.
7. No personal feelings.
8. No I did not get pwned. To get pwned is when you don't know what to say. I have plenty to say.
Oh and a hippo sized thing. Why does that A and B role-play sound so familiar? Right. because you made me act like B.
But I am a bobo remember?

Holidays@!!!!!!!!

A holiday is like..an oasis in the middle of a stupid week.
A chocolate chip in a blueberry muffin.
A hit movie after 25 flops.
A high score after a series of tests.
A bottle of lemonade after running 17 laps.
Wow...that was deep.

Happy Valentine's Day!!!

This is just to wish y'all.....HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!!!

Non vegetarians? All over the world. But..most of them stick to the basic regime..chicken, fish etc. And alot of these non-vegetarians have pets. They love these pets like siblings. So when some-one talks about eating a dog or eating a cat, it automatically becomes a huge issue.
I ask you one thing. How is a dog different from a chicken? How, for that matter is a human being any different from a chicken? We are all animals. Part of the same Eco-system. Don't we all deserve to live?
I'm not trying to convince every non-vegetarian out there to convert because it's impossible. The animal population would magnify 10-fold and the human population would go down down down. But why do we distinguish between animals?
It's like society has framed us in a certain way and we find it necessary to be in just that way. Chickens are OK to eat but dogs? No, that would be a crime. Fish is the perfect appetizer for a meal but to eat a human? That would be repulsive!
I love dogs. I wouldn't want then to be eaten. Or for that matter chickens. I'm a vegetarian. I don't even like it when people kill musquitos.
Distinguishing between animals is like distinguishing between humans. He is White. He has rights. She is Anglo. The rights slide into a ditch. They are atheists. Throw them out.
WHY?????????
Similiarly. That's a dog. OH! Call up BlueCross..the poor thing needs a home. That's a chicken. Guess what? We're going to have chicken for diner! YAY!!!
AGAIN...WHY?????

India

It's official.
Monica Rez is moving to...INDIA
Apparently my dad's Kerala article was such a big hit that his paper wanst him to do a whole section on Indian cuisine.
Bye Arizona. Good bye...
Moving is really hard. When you stay in a place for a while, it becomes a part of you. It's really hard to leave that part behind because then you know you have to join it with another place and sometimes you just aren't ready for that.
I don't know if I am.
I really dont know.

Mothers.....oh lord

So my mom made me read this article by a Chinese mother who raised her daughter to be the perfect child. It was called "Why the Chinese Mother is better than the American one."Staying away from drugs and teenage problems, easy admissions to IB League Colleges, piano perfectionist..the list never ends. And the way she brought up her daughter was in a world inscribed with zero play dates, studying, piano camp....you name it. It was published in the Wall Street journal and caused huge controversies. There was a retort article from an American mother."Why the American Mother is Better." Then, there was a third interview from the Chinese mother's child who talks about how her mother brought her up had made her the person she was now. That she attributed all her talent to her mother.
Now I'm not exactly in a position to talk about parenting. You have to be a parent for that. On the other hand, I am a teenage girl and I can talk about the kind of mother that I have and how I think she is the perfect combination.
When I was in second grade I wrote my mother a story for her birthday. It was like a version of Little Women by Louisa May Alcott and totally inappropriate for a 7 year old girl to write. My mother took it and explained to me about what I should write about. It was one of the best pieces of advice I ever got about my writing.
My mother lets me go to sleepovers and play dates. She wouldn't mind if I wanted to paint instead of play lacrosse. I can do things if I really enjoy them.
On the other hand.
Getting anything below an 18 out of 20 is completely unacceptable. Anything above that..the first question would be why it isn't a 20. If it's a conceptual problem than the first thing would be to learn the concept. And if it's a silly mistake..well then practise. Going to classes is a must. It's not healthy to just sit at home. So I do music and dance four days a week. It's not allowed to not do your homework, to skip my after school classes for no reason, to stay out late on a school night, to watch late night shows.
My mom certainly isn't the Chinese mother described in the article.
Nor the American one. But I doubt my mother would be differnt if she was Portugese.
Since when has nationalities defined parenting?
A good parent loves their child and wants then to be the best. The child, knowing this, strives to be just that.
Because we kids dont look back and see if out moms are Japanese, Korean,Indian or Portugese. We just see that they love us. They want us to be happy.
Happy is a different word from successful.

Tangled

So today I watched the Disney Princess movie Tangled. It's based on the story of the princess Rapunzal- the lady with the long, long, luscious hair. And what I realized is that the more recent Disney Movies have characters that are more likeable and realistic. They can be funny or disobedient. The perfect examples are Mulan, who goes behind her father, the adventourous Tiana from the Princess and the Frog, spunky Ariel, the little mermaid, the haughty Jasmine and our own excited, beautiful Rapunzal. They are quite contrary to our evergiving la-di-da Cinderella, our Snow White who sings while doing the laundry and Sleeping Beauty who dances while picking berries.
In fact, most movies these days have the kind of heroes or heroines who aren't perfect. Ditto with books. These people make mistakes, they have big problems which they can't solve,they cry, laugh, yell, lose and win. They are the kind of people who we can relate to but they are still far away from the average person's lives. After all, a movie about an average personw ould just be boring. Working, sleeping, eating. Not all of us meet tall, dark strangers or win big contests. Some of us just live. And not all of us have hapy endings.
Thats the beauty of a lot of new movies. They are so much more realistic. Cinema once revolved around people larger than lifw who we can look up to.
Now it revolves around people struggling with or enjoying life who we can looks beside us for. Because we are there too.

Kerala

So as you all know my father is a travel writer...and this time he had to do some thing about bananas from the purest place and we went to KERALA. This place is in India, on the South Coast. I've been to India a couple of times before actually.
So anyway, I recorded my journey and I wanted to share it with y'all.

Day 1.
The plane ride was so..uneventful. Unless you can call the usual ear buzzing and queasy feelings an event. Which I don't.
But I am excited. We are at Kerala! God's own country!! Though technically we are going to the city Kochin.way a country. i think our driver is a Himesh Reshimya fan considering that was all e listened to in the car. personally, I dont like HR all that much but to each his own i guess!
I have a grey jacket which has been my faithful companion on many of these trips. It was a really good buy. and my kindle says thankyou to my mother. She gave it a very handsome new brown cover.
The hotel is called Abad Hotel, and it's pretty good. I especially like the curtains.
So we met Nidhi, who is my sister's friend from a year ago. (They were in the smae class.)We all to eat at Chicago Revolving Resteraunt...why is it called that? We are in Kerala, not Chicago.
Bizarre.
Well the food wasnt all that amazing but the ambience was very pretty and I liked the soup..it was thicker than average and full of my favourite things. And as usual I ended up taking care of the kids. It's very plausible really.
The interesting thing about this resteraunt was that it actually REVOLVES..like the Space Needle in Seattle.
We got back at midnight.
That's all for today.

Day 2.
Today we went on a boat..not the canoe types but his big ones with like 50 people in them. It was peaceul except for there was this annoying man who couldn't stop complaining. And also two very beautiful girls wearing these adorable gauchos. And a bunch of other people.
We saw some very interesting things actually. There was this boat that ferries cars across, a man-made island, and some very bashful dolphins. The lake was called the BcakWaters lake or the Kochi lake or really whatever you want to call it seeing as the guide didn't specify a name.
We went to a Jewish synagogue where there was this bazaar with a lot of really funky and useless things. The icecream was different somehow. More like vanilla with a hint of chocolate, I dont know? There was also this mueseum describing the Jewish peiod in Kerala. The Jews lived here for a very long time, starting as traders and staying much longer after Independence. They left on their own will a few decades back though some still say here. We also went to Saint Francis' Church. It's a Protestant church so there is no idol of Jesus Christ or the Virgin Mary.
A few hours and a dozen cocunuts later, we went to Cherai beach with Nidhi. It was really, really fun. The nice thing about that beach is that there are kites floating everywhere which is really special to look at.
Again we got home really late.

Day 3.
Today we were going to bid adieu to Cochin and move on to Munnar. On tghe way, we passed this heavenly waterfall where I climbed up to the top! Munnar is like a tea plantation. Correction- thousands of tea plantations. The views were beautiful.
We stayed at a place called Bellmount hotel and the view outside the balcony is splendid. you can see an old church, and a school. The ride to Munnar took a pretty long time (plus my sister threw up on me), so it was afternoon by the time we ended up there. We went to the Boating Centre where I road horse whose name was Starfire. My mom, sister and I took a boat ride in a paddle boat which was pretty interesting because my sister kept getting scared and my mom kept splashing. After that, we went to Echo Point. It's a realy cool place where if you call something out you can hear come back to you just as clearly. In Anne Of Green Gables, Anne has an echo friend named Violet. If she had one at echo point, they could have proper conversations. Another nice thing about the place was that there was a movie store right across with really cheap movies. We also went to the Madupetty Dam.
But the most spectaucular thing about Munnar is the view. The view looks like something God made when he was in a very good mood. So lush and green. We had dinner at Mahavir Resteraunt which serves pretty awesome food.

Day 4
And now we're going to Thekkady!!! On the way, we went to the amazingly beautiful Lukham Falls, where we did stone skidding which was fun! Plus my sister fell down..but oh well..you have to fall before you stand! It was quite amazing though. We also went to the Chinnar Wildlife Sanctuary. We had to stand in an hour long line(ugh!)..and then go in a bus to a different spot. Then we had to walk. And walk. And walk.
And this whole time I didn't see a bird, let alone a tiger.
But oh well..it was still pretty fun.
We reached Thekkady where we stayed at the Ambadi Hotel. My God, that place is regal.
Amazingly wooden and utterly perfect...
We went on an extremely dissapointing elephant ride..but oh well. We also went to DC Bookstore..and ate lunch a some really posh place which has this scrumptious mushroom preparation.

Day 5
So we set out early. Like really early when it was still dark outside. We were going to this very in demand safari. In fact, we were in an auto which was racing with a bunch of other autos to get to the gate first. Then we had to run..like really fast to get a place on the boat.
The safari itself was rather dissapointing but I consider the race the highlight of the trip.
Then we were off to Kumarakom.
In Kumarakom we stayed in this AMAZING house boat called the Mayura. It was heavenly..I felt so rich. There was such a baeutiful view and the whole ambience was scinntilating. I will never forget how it felt. Like a real experience.
We slept rocking on the water that night...it was so..romantic.

The entire trip was wonderful. I will never forget how beautiful the house boat was, or how good it felt to sit in a racing auto or how good I felt climbing a waterfall.
Kerala.
God's own country.

Underused amd overused terms

LOL- Laugh out Loud. It's one of the most overused terms in history. Check a facebook chat box and you will see LOL atleast 10 times. But the interesting thing is that when a person types lol most of the time they actually wouldnt have laughed in real life.
Eww- Overused. Where did eww come from anyway?
Beautiful- Underused. Nobody says beautiful anymore..apparently there are way too many synonms for it.

Quotes-

OK, these are some of my favourite quotes even though I dont have too much of a clue who they are by.
1. Live life like it's your last- OK I got this quote from a movie but it's till one of my favourites because well...its pretty meaningful even though it's easier said then done.
2.Every Cloud has a Silver Lining- I love this quote mainly beacause it's aboout positive thinking.
3.Is this is a fish market or what?- Every teacher I've ever had has asked my class this question. It doesnt mean anything but it's funny to hear it every year. i mean, why a fish market? Why not a cloth market? Or a fruits and vegetables market?
4.The pen is mightier than the sword- I like this quote mainly because I'm a writer not a warrior and it's good to know that if I was in a war, I owuld win.

Beautiful

Today, I was researching beauty and found out that one of the components of beauty is averageness. Apparently, humans are attracted to people that display a predominance of common or average features. Congratulations, MLIA-ers, we are beautiful. MLIA
So I read this post on mylifeisaverage.com today, and I realized that it'sa ctually reallly true. like technically when we call some one ugly, we say it's because their nose is too big or their eyes are too tiny or their eyebrows are too shaggy. But these are abnormailties in the face. It's more like when the face is made perfectly, when the nose is straight and the eyes are the right shape and the ears arent too pointy that we call someone really beautiful.
Is beauty really just that? Like if your face has no default, do we consider some-one beautiful? If that is true, then it is even more important about beauty being skin deep and all. After all, a face has to have that special something for it to be defined as truly beautiful..and if that something doesnt come in your feautures then where does it come in?
They say the face mirrors the soul. But I know a person who looks like they would be a villian in a book, but is the sweetest peron on this planet. I know another person who looks like a princess out of a fairy tale but would more likely play a witch.
So your character doesnt always define your beauty.
And what about all those movie stars who we read about in the papers and whose movies we see in the theatre? We know nothing about their character, yet we call them beautiful.
Why?
Maybe beauty really is aveargeness. Maybe to beautiful just means to not be imperfect.
What do you think?

Impulse

So technically everything is supposed to have some sort of genesis right? Like a source..
Like if I buy capsicum at the store, the source could be that I'm making thai curry at home. And the source for that could be that I have guests and the source for that could be that my relatives are at town and the source for that could be that it's the summer vacation..and it would go on..
But then there are some ideas that have no source at all and that is an impulse. Like dying your hair blue or taking a random trip to the north pole or buying a really expensive car when you don't know how to drive.
Life must be so boring without impulse...so predictable..because every movement could be traced by it's source.
So..hooray for spontaneus moments and impluse and everything non predicatble@!!!! Togetehr we can fool the crystal balls!!