do you people only like a post with less than 10 words on it? Oh wait, don't answer that one, because you all are lazy bums. Ha!
The truth hurts. Haven't you realized it yet? I'll answer! Yo u haven't!
9:52 pm. Friday
Found my scale scribbled on. Great. Little brats.
Why is the AC on anyway? I'm starving one second, bloated the next. What happened?
9:54 pm. Same stupid day.
Mosquito blood on my hands. How nice.
129 followers on Twitter already? With StellaMcCartney's official Twitter page on the list?
Cool.
9:56 pm
Why am I even writing this? It's not like you vetti people will read it.
10 pm.
Bye losers. I have dance practice tomorrow. Ha. And Free invite to Kamaraj Memorial HAll on the 21st for school anniversary. I think its on 21st or 22nd or 23rd or whatever.
[Note: That starts low and goes high. You won't get the joke, because you haven't seen it live. And you haven't seen it live because you all are a bunch of oldie-bums who cannot come to 8C, because you're too old to mix with us "youth" :P]
So, as I told you, I am in 8th and I am jobless. Last Bench. Stupid teachers. Especially the one who goes
"Shreegurubhyonamahaaaaaaaa". So I don't wanna get ensnared by the teachers if they accidentaly come by my blog, so no names disclosed.
So, as I was saying, this teacher first came to our class and asked us to tell our names with an adjective that started with the first letter of our name, for eg. Amazing Anna. I went with Vivacious Varsha, after debating whether "Vanilla-Fierce" was a word in the dictionary.
And then, we had this psycology lesson on how to learn to appreciate yourselves. Which went like
"Say thank you to your nails, legs, feet, hair"
??
Wet head is my head now. I figured the Peter Answers secret! :D And I know how to get spoilers.
So, the call of doom[anniversary practice. If you want to come to my school anniversary, feel free to come by, and watch a "too much glitter" event. Will post details later!] will call tomorrow. And I will come home like a wrung dishcloth.
It's time to announce the winner of Super Singer 2008, and that is
*drumrol with cheesy countdown*
AJEESH!
Haha, aapu Ravi! You are such an idiot. Chuuma with one loosu paatu selected[kallai mattum kandal, composed by Himesh Reshamiyya]. Ennamo perusa kizhuchuta maari scene podaradhu. Hahahahahahahaha! YOU SUCK!
Poor Renu, she sang very well, but at least if it wasn't her, I'm happy it's Ajeesh.
Ok, enough of that stupid program.
Moving on, I am now in 8th! Whoopie. Well it isn't much, but be a little more happy because here come the stories from school, which is the 2nd best part of the stories. The best is watching it live, but you are all too old to come to my class.
Amazingly, we have these books which are all colorful. Our science, social studies, and other extremely boring subjects have color pages. Padichu kizhikka koodadhu, but i don't think anyone will miss them.
The other thing is I will finish Project Runway Season 4 In record time on YouTube[2 weeks]. I wanted Rami to win, but I know that Christian will win. Rami. Christian. Jillian[she's good too!]
Coming up on my list of things to do today
> Comic book Characters[my own comic book creations!]
>36 pages of Sanskrit Handwriting
>By-heart lots of songs[aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!]
And more!
Haha! Stay tuned to my blog and my twitter updates!
Hi Politics.
You may not know me, but I know you very well. You have come into my life twice, which includes this year. As always, you have left me disappointed. When you visited us in 2004, you left us with one dubakoor mama and this year, because of elections, you made us have IPL in South Africa! When I found that out, I got so mad, I wanted to kill that guy who did this, and I still am.
So basically, this is a very short, but not a sweet letter. I would've told you that you're a domar dog, but why bring cute animals like dogs into this? Okay how about vethu vettu. Yeah that works. Vethu Vettu. Sappai Kamanati. Dubakoor mama. I think that's clear.
All of this may or may not be fiction. Fiction is in the eye of the beholder. Ha! It's up to you to guess if this is fiction or not.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Farting is the new black, and its all the rage with the politicians.
I got back from Kumbakonam yesterday. Very nice trip. Best part? Well, basically we always took this route every time[we make yearly trips] but unfortunately, there was a sign in front of the bridge[on our route] saying something like "No heavy vehicles allowed, 2-wheelers can go, and cars have to drive really fast to get through" or something like that. Anyways, we we're like, okay let's take a detour, but it was a 60 km detour. So what we did was we went over another bridge, after asking people for directions, but at the end of the bridge, there was no road. Nope. Nada. Zip.
We spotted people in tractors coming over to us and asking stuff like "Where are you going?". In tamil, obviously. So we're like "kumbakonam", and they went, "Well, you can hitch up to us and we can go cross-terrain to the other side of the bridge".
So we're like"Okay, how much?"
He says Rs.300, and after a hurried conference, we say okay.
My dad made this offer. He was like, "Come, let's ride on the tractor". First I thought he was joking. But then he asked me again, and I said OK, and I told my mom that I was gonna ride on the tractor with my dad.
Bad move.
Guess what happened and win a free trip to the place you are right now, along with the food which you can buy now OR the food in which you're stuffing your face with right now!
*ahem* Before you get excited, let me finish.
We rode in the vehicle. Cha. But it was pretty good, because it was a Tempo Traveller, and it went up and down like a trampoline. I rolled from my seat to the one across, and landed with a laugh and a pillow[ahh..]
