HAIR I go...

Oh, seems like everybody liked my new haircut. Got so many compliments from teachers and students. On seeing me, ma'am R was like "Who are you?" LOL!

Yesterday I spent an hour in front of mirror looking at my new image. I don't blame U for calling me self-conceited. =D

Just came back from parlour and I am so loving my new hairdo. I feel extremely happy and dressing up to the nines.

Another blow....

Coach Bob Woolmer dies

http://www.geo.tv/geonews/details.asp?id=3583&param=4

Mystery of Life...

Why do people always call when you are:

1. in class
   
2. asleep
   
3. in a rickshaw
   
4. about to go to sleep
   
5. in a meeting
   
6. watching your favourite tv show

but never when you're wide awake, idle and bored.

Obituary

Ladies and Gentlemen!!! Please take a minute to pray for zuni's brain that died on the 14th of March, at 2:45 PM.

May her dysfunctional brain rest in peace.

I have realized
[in exactly 2 hours, 37 minutes and 2 seconds]
that I could easily fall for you.

I think I should start writing an autobiography. With an atrophied brain, crumbled soul and awful physical condition I don't seem to carry on for long. My blogs are quite sufficient for the autobiography but since not many people know about it (which suits me well because some of them are in no way supposed to know-not when I'm living), I have decided to make it public so that all of you can be regaled with delectable portions of my wonderfully interesting life. :P

So, here I am, rheumy-eyed with running nose and a brain half-dead. Murderous creeperistic flu has cut off my lifeline. Not to mention aches and cramps which have wrecked my body, it's one of the worst ordeals of being a female.

Would someone be considerate enough to send me get well soon wishes? I miss you.

P.S. Bouquets and floral wishes are welcome =)

The weather wears a new outfit every day. It's raining incessantly here, like a persistent, clingy fool in love. A March drizzle, something's wrong with our ecosystem or God is experimenting this year.

Rain washed away the blues and despair. Despite of the killing flu that has engulfed me since yesterday, I managed to soak myself for few minutes, in the rain. Don't ask what happened after that. Thank God I wasn't discovered by mom.

What a deceitful yet inspiring thing the rain is indeed, with raindrops pelting on your face, cold hugging clothes sticking to the body and cold rushes of air twirling the hair.

Fevers, I have discovered, are great conductors of grande ideas. Never is the writers mind more clear then when his body is in break down.

So let's recap: I have a guttural fever, sore throat and hacky-whacky cough and I have got a long things-to-do list.

P.S. Did I mention the stress my so called friends are giving me for the past 2 weeks? I want my fluffoo!

It has come to my realization that winx club is the most popular cartoon among children. Whenever they get done with work, they ask me to let them surf internet. And all they do is to visit winx club's website. I have taught them how to search using Google so whatever they study in theory, they search about it and collect information via internet. I think its quite practical approach to teaching which promotes interest in learning. More than that, it makes them independent. They have become so skillful in 6 months that if you ask about something they don't know, they will quickly search through Google and tell you all.

And now they search for winx fairies' pictures. Sometimes I do sit with them and talk about it. It's funny how I find myself taking interest in their activities. Deep down, I think I wish I was a child again, forget everything in the world except for one particular object that has become the focal point of my attention.

Whenever I sit with them I realize that I take off that fake-plastic-me mask and become really myself. May be there is a little girl inside me that keeps me from behaving like adults and that girl never wants to grow up.

Chills.....down my spine...

Lately, I have been reminiscing a lot. About a lot of fun times and I know what Michael said (see below) about dwelling into the past, but I can't seem to get over it. May be I am terribly missing those times. I wish I could turn back the time. I realize even more and more while I am in this lonely room. I just find out stuff about myself like never before. And then people tell me things, and I wonder, I think I have softened up and my facade has finally shown through.

Yeah, some of you reading this probably never have seen me through my facade. But isn't it funny how I can be so cheerful and so bitchy, yet so soft hearted inside? Perhaps, my soft heartedness is no longer there. The only things I feel lately are bitter and anger and I am trying to hold them in before I let it explode. But then the burden comes of holding it in, which makes me tired. In the end, I am probably so exhausted, yet I keep my smile on my face to keep anyone from noticing.

Till now, people really never had to look into me, generalizing people that are. Only a small, not even a handful knows much about me. But, lately, I am getting told things that I should have kept secret. Things that I don't mean to show, but they show right through. My facade is decaying; I guess I am at the point in which I can no longer keep it up. I have no energy to do anything anymore; I wander online to keep my mind off these thoughts. And the more I run away, the more I am backing myself into a corner. And I keep running. No matter, wherever I go.

I will have to lock myself into a corner in my mind and never let anyone in. In the end it's not worth my time to tell people. I push them away. I don't want people to know anymore. No more, just no more. Because, if there's anything in the end, it's no one to turn to.

Today's Quote:

"I've come to realize that as important the future is to all of us, the present is where we live and that is where we must live. We cannot dwell in the past because we'd never be able to move forward. We cannot dwell too much in the future because you might disregard the present and unknowingly forced yourself into a future you didn't want."

- Michael Wang

Makes me sad, some of my friends, I regard as my closest friends, yet in the end, they are just one of the others. All I see is the shallowness around me and the hypocrisy that I can't stand.

Those that say "the best person that understands you is YOU" I cannot even begin to comprehend. I don't understand myself, why must I bear the burden of understanding other people.

This chaos within me doesn't let me accept things as they are and I am too weak to make a change. I don't think I will ever be happy again. Yet, I want to be happy …really happy… I want to smile when I wake up in the morning. If only, only, wishes could come true.

Listening to: Anywhere by Evanescence

I am totally idle right now. MSN isn't working and I'm in no mood to check copies.... same old dedicated laziness. Even don't feel like orkuting today – courtesy all those "fraaindship" scraps which have flooded my scrapbook. Dayem!!! … Been glued to orkut since last two weeks.

Sitting idle, I am wondering why, despite the fact that I am fairly well-read and educated, and have a shiny, happy future in front of me (or I am told so) I am so hopelessly addicted to orkut.

Tomorrow is off.
Nothing is more cheering than this unanticipated holiday news.

I am dead tired today. The day was quite busy. I attended TFR's workshop. There were teachers from two other schools also.

The initial discussion revolved mainly around Computer Society and the activities to be conducted in March that is holding quiz and project competition. Then we discussed in great detail the factors that would likely to hinder in carrying out our plans. The two major ones were the time factor and O-levels exam. We talked through it. Okay, not we but it was actually S and muskan who did most of the talking. Anyways, the discussion continued and at one point it seemed that everyone was talking in circles. Mr. M talked nineteen to dozen and it had dozed my head.

When we got done, we short listed the quiz questions. While working, we conversed about our bosses. It started off by criticism on their lack of understanding on some important matters but ended with praise. Everyone concluded that their bosses were not, after all, bad persons…. lol. I was quiet during most of the discussion and concentrated on work. The work was boring but the conservation bored me to death. The words sounded hollow; the thoughts lacked originality and were plainly shallow.

I reached home around 4 PM and discovered that mom wants me to go for shopping with her. Okay, I love to shop but not at the cost of sleep.

Someone has churned up my emotions...can't figure it out right now. I don't understand this feeling. May be it's because I have been closing myself off from the world that the connection with another mortal being has brought some fresh hopes...
But I have to remember the lesson that I learned the hard way!

Sigh!