Bittersweet Memories...

So after God knows how long, I'm posting again!
A lot has happened in life: I took the ISC, which is the school-leaving exam, I made up with a lot of people, went on vacation, read a few books, watched movies, but most of all:

I want freedom from the one thing I hate people saying:
"YOU HAVE BEAUTIFUL HAIR."
I mean, people tell me this all the time! I swear, 90% of all the compliments I've received my entire life are variants of this:
"You have such glossy hair."
"You have great hair volume."
Etc.
Etc.
It gets on my NERVES.
Why, you might ask.
For one thing, every time people tell me I have volume, my hair falls, and right now I'm left with one-third of what I had two years ago! Plus, the more hair you have, the longer it takes to dry out, and the more prone it is to lice, especially because a girl with lice in her hair has a crush on me.
Also, my hair is flat black, which I hate. It's boring! I desperately, desperately wish for a more subtle, more edible color like, say, honey or caramel.

Also, people are always giving me advice:
"You should take care of your hair." - I DO!!!!
"You should cut it to a proper shape."- It is in a shape, layers!
"You should shampoo more often."- Isn't twice a week enough?!
"You should comb it more often."- Honestly, it's horrible enough to do it thrice a day, you want me to spend more time being TORTURED??!!

I HATE ADVICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So maybe I'll just piss off these guys by cutting my hair short and coloring it bubblegum pink.

So I also registered for the Biology E/M SAT today. I'm sending my scores to guess where? UCLA, UCB, Caltech, and University of Southern California. I mean, besides my California obsession, aren't I being a bit too ambitious here? Still, as they say, "Aim for the stars, and you'll fall on the moon."

So I finally got the courage to call a spade a spade- or a cutie pie, a cutie pie. ON A COMMENT ON HIS BLOG, NO LESS.
In case you're wondering who it is, it's Abhinav Bindra, the first Indian person to get an individual gold in Olympics, ever, and my first Indian crush, ever.
Other than that... a friend of mine saw Steven Tyler. What an humble man, seriously.
Exams went... whatever.
Yesterday, I got buggered because that friend of mine- who has cancer- went to the hospital. Anyway, she's fine now.
Life's as usual, usual post-exam life: Conjunctivitis, Molecular Biology, Almodovar... Plus, Bergman revival! Yay! Can't wait to see those movies!

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Wish I could post more, but gotta go!

Interesting first week back, you could say.
We're doing some nice experiments in Chemistry, really cute colors.
I stood up to a bully the other day, great feeling.
New English teacher, she's really good!
The cows in my bus are giving me hell again. Today they were saying stuff like, "She reads in a weird way!" and "She insults womankind!" So loud, I could hear. Seriously, they have no manners! Also, one of them says, "Is she even reading, she's been on that one page for the last 15 minutes!" I wanted to shout, "I'm reading Nobel Prize Winning Literature, it needs time! And it's far beyond your intelligence!" Then I thought, why bother?  They're the lowliest dregs of mankind, and therefore not worth even a reply from someone like me! and it's none of their business. Honestly, if they are the future of India, I want to pack my bags and leave right now!
Life's so bleak right now, the only thing I'm looking forward to is the release of "Twilight" in December. I wish 12.12 were tomorrow!
Baah.

Anyway, Rock on!

So first day back. Not much in the teachers change to talk about. Spent most of the day dodging the girl I got lice from.
Yesterday was my first Aerobics class of the year. Honestly, that woman. Am I supposed to feel even a vestige of respect for her, given how she dresses and talks????!!! So I accidentally-on-purpose fell down in her class, and everyone else started cheering and clapping, and I wanted to take a bow, but couldn't because she was watching. She kept trying to get us to do splits, but someone needs to tell her that dance is not something that one can do just like that, you need to learn it from a really young age. And what she's making us do is not dance, it's what prostitutes do to attract customers. Guess who's the only person who likes her classes? Yep, that's right, THE BIG FAT SPOTTED COW.
Also, I wrote an essay similar to the one I had written in school for my English tutor. She was so pleased with it that she wants to photocopy it to show her other students! She likes the fact that I'm well-read! Now, she's an MA in Literature!

So my new schoolbooks are here. To call them huge would be the understatement of the year. And the worst part is, I've got to read EVERY SINGLE PAGE of it. Yup, life really fucks me sometimes.

Second thing, my Auntie's father has cancer. I don't feel sad, because he's led a long, happy, and fulfilling life already, but I'm vividly reminded of a conversation I had with him on his 50th Wedding Anniversary.
Him: You've grown so tall!
Me: Not as tall as I'd like to be.
Him: We'll see how tall you are when you're in the Newspapers for something great you've done.
I've always wanted to do something great, but now I feel like I owe it to him.

DAMN STUPID CARCINOGENIC CITY!!!!

By the way, remember my other pal with cancer? She's in a bad way... but there's nothing for me to do. She's made me realize that people hope not because it's of any use but because there isn't really any other alternative.

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So much has been going on with me, it's hard to even write about.
First off, a few of my braces are in. They look fine, but they're so damn uncomfortable! I've got two bruises inside my mouth now! Everything I eat seems to get stuck on them, an every now and then I make weird shapes with my lips... two more years, ol' girl, two more years.

Next, the lousy bit. Fortunately, all the adult lice are gone. Only the nits remain. Some are getting stuck to the louse comb as I brush my hair, but mostly it's a question of pulling them out manually. If I get sick and tired of that, I can wait for them to hatch and then kill them. All that louse shampoo really wore out my hair. My soft, silky mane is a broomstick now!! It's too rough and dry to even be mine!!!!! I'm thinking of oiling it for one whole night, and then use some of my regular shampoo and conditioner. I HATE LICE, I HATE LICE, I HATE LICE FOREVER!!!!!!

The worst part is, MY HAIR MIGHT BE CUT. No kidding. My long, beautiful, used-to-be-silky, use-to-be-shiny used-to-be-glossy hair might be cut brutally short!!!!!! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WON'T ALLOW IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOT GONNA HAPPEN, NOT IN A HUNDRED CENTURIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So gotta go now!
See ya'll sometime later!

First off, my Dad is SNOOP.  I can't believe he sneaked into my lj and read that last post!!!!!!
I hate him!!!
Until this thing blows over, my stories have to be friends-only. Sorry, but I really can't let my Dad see the next story.
Second, there's this horrible girl in my class. She LOVES me, is always trying to cozy up to me, and thinks I'm the only person in the class worth sitting beside.
The flipside? She's as dirty as a trash can!!!! Her underwear smells all the time! Once she wore the same undies for 26 days!!!!!
But that's not the worst. Not even fucking nearly the worst.

The worst? SHE HAS LICE IN HER HAIR, AND SHE'S GIVEN ME SOME!!!!! EEEEEEWWWWWWW!!!!!!
It's hell on my self- esteem, because I've always been proud of my personal hygiene habits, and also, my friends and family are treating me like I've got the plague. The other bad thing is the amount of effort it's costing me to get rid of them idiots. I'm shampooing with special shampoo everyday, which will surely result in me getting pneumonia. And all the hot air I'm having to blow on my scalp will surely burn it. And provided I survive all this, I might still get organophosphate poisoning from the Malathion I've got to put on my head to kill them.
(Organophosphates, in case you want to know, are a group of neurotoxic compounds that bind irreversably to cholinesterases, which are essential to neurotransmission across synapses. They can be mildly toxic to humans, like Malathion, or deadly, like Sarin Gas.)
Okay, so Malathion is only mildly toxic, and I could not have ingested more than trace amounts, but I still had some of the  symptoms, like Salivation, Gastrointestinal motility. The antidote is Atropine, which I can't get before Tuesday. Bleargh.

On the brighter side, I still need a music mix for that story. I'm looking for alternative and folk rock, mostly in Spanish. Wouldn't mind some pop, or harder rock in English either.

Cheers!

This story is about regret, and about trying to overcome it.

Enjoy!

I hope you liked it!

You probably think that people can hate each other only for meaningless things like race and nationality. Well, hatred is worse than you thought. Look at me, for example. I hate someone because she's stupid. Weird, huh? I feel weird, too, because no one has incited such violent hatred in me.
I guess it would be better if I explain.

So long!
Bye!

First off, Happy Birthday, Ian! I don't know how old you are but virtual birthday bumps anyway!

Comment and I'll give you a letter; then you have to list 10 things you love that begin with that letter. After, post this in your journal, and give out some letters of your own. Let me know if you want a letter.



Juli(sweetgirl26) gave me L.

( Here it is: )

So I asked sweetgirl26 (Juli), too pick 6 things from my interests lists that she likes, and I'll write about them.
They are:

Alfonso Cuaron: Director of "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban", and "Y tu Mama, tambien". Amazing guy, who makes movies that are both funny and soulful, and captures the spirit of growing up.

Diego Martin: Singer from Murcia, Spain.  He's sung, "A la Hora de Amar", "El Final de Cada Dia", and -with Raquel of ESDM- "Dejame Verte". I really like his voice, and his lyrics. I also love the name of his first album, "Vivir no es solo respirar"- "To live isn't just to breathe."

Enrique Iglesias: Singer. The one true love of my life. Not only does he write and sing really well, I also like him for another reason: because he inspires me. For me, he's like the Ugly Duckling who turned into the beautiful swan. No one thought he'd make it big, and he did, and that's what inspires me.

Orlando Bloom: Actor, the best looking man, ever, the masterpiece of nature. And not just that, it's just that he's such a good guy: vegetarian, Buddhist, environmental activist...can a guy be this good, and real?

Pedro Almodovar: Spanish Director, makes the most amazing movies. Most people find his films "depressing", but I think they are just right. "Hable con Ella" has to among the best movies ever, it was so...watch it to believe it, that's all.

Shakira: Singer. I LOVE HER LYRICS!!! They are so deep, meaningful, and poetic. She's a great songwriter, and she's also got her heart in the right place. She helps orphans in Columbia, and took part in Live Earth. She, like Orli, is a celebrity who cares.

If you want me to pick 6 interests from your list, reply to this.

The say all these beauty product companies are trying to rob us using our low self- esteem. I'd say they're trying to give business to cold medicine companies, too.

The reason I don't post in my LJ much is because I lead quite an uneventful life, so I wait for stuff to pile up before I post.

I've been wondering what to write...finally, I thought I'd write about what I like doing best: dreaming.

The other day, our teacher announced that whoever wanted to give the local Math Olympiad a go could talk to her, so I decided to. She gave us a paper that contained info about the Olympiad. It said clearly, " Try some problems problems from old papers, if you can't do at least one problem from each of the paper, Math Olympiad is not for you."  Real encouraging, isn't it?
For another thing, these are really the times when I regret the fact that my Dad is a scientist. Let's see...the institute that hosts the Olympiad is the one where one of his friends worked and one actually works there. And if I end up in the National level (like, FAT CHANCE), I go to a place who's director is a friend of my Dad's. Not that it's going improve my chances, but it's like I'm going to prove that I have, like, half his brains, in front of people I know!

What do you think?

A lot of stuff happened this weekend. Let's see: I watched an Indian film after almost a year- I've been watching mostly Spanish and Mexican films lately- then on Sunday, I visited my senile great-aunt, and I received six electric shocks over the next two days.

So, I had Chemistry practicals today- the one exam I know I'm failing. We had a titration and a mixture analysis of two anions and two cations. The titration was fine, but I'm not sure how far wrong my titre value is, either ways, I'll get three marks.
As for the mixture, what a disaster: I only got carbonate, and chloride, but the chloride was wrong!!!! A friend got nitrate, but it didn't show up in the brown ring test. Someone told me the cations were aluminum and ammonium-turned out to be barium and zinc-that's 6 marks down the drain...
Whatever.

This Lj is for my poems, and these are a few