Okay. Day's not so bad.
There's this guy in my accounts and maths tuition.
Tall(er than me. I think.). With 1/(cos c) hair. [sec c = 1/(cos c). Geddit?!] Strong jaw. Hottie vaala face. And very cute gluteus maximus.
We've been talking a lot lately. Sitting together for tuition and all and cracking jokes the whole time. The inevitable happened. Boy-crazy that I am, I developed a crush on him. Which just might be reciprocated, judging by today's happenings.
See. I have Eco tuition at the same place as we have Accounts together immediately after, wokay. So, he goes back after Accounts and I stay on for Eco. The same happened today. The only difference being that when I came out after Eco, he was standing there with his car keys in his hand.
Long story short, he'd driven back to ask me to come half an hour early tomorrow so he could copy my Maths assignment. Oh, and we're not going to sit in class and do it. [Because my maths tutor has a weird habit of spouting his Urdu lessons to people who come early.] Prolly in his car. And I should also mention that a couple of his friends come for tuition, too. He could've easily asked them.
;D
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
I hate hate hate Bittu.
Today, she asked SS to change seats and sit somewhere else because she dad "banned" her from sitting with me. She also went on to say that SS would get lower grades if she continued sitting with me as the conversations she had with me were not in the least enlightening. Oh, and also that I was a "bad influence". Right.
It's funny how Sanskriti considered me "one of their best students" while Carmel seems to think of me as the bane of their existence.
Today, she asked SS to change seats and sit somewhere else because she dad "banned" her from sitting with me. She also went on to say that SS would get lower grades if she continued sitting with me as the conversations she had with me were not in the least enlightening. Oh, and also that I was a "bad influence". Right.
It's funny how Sanskriti considered me "one of their best students" while Carmel seems to think of me as the bane of their existence.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
School is the usual. Authority figures suck. People are fun. The latest that happened was MC [that's Sister Maria-Christie. The Principal.] calling Pa up and telling him I've been late 3 times this month [Absolute lie. Only twice. Eheh.]. Anyway. That's not even the part that's important. She insinuated I was getting late because there was some "problem" at home. God. Like someone can't be late for school simply because they got up late.
"The Crucial Year" vaali feeling is starting to set in. Aaj school mein these people from Glion Hospitality Management Institutes or something had ome to give a presentation. And this really cool counsellor had come with them [humaare school vaali SUCKS. She tells every bloody thing to MC. No point in going to her. You'll just become fodder for the gossip.] and he talked about how you should set your goal first and then work backwards while planning your career. So, I started thinking. I want to do Management, okay. Marketing. [Wanted to do the copywriting stuff pehle, but it pays really less and money matters.] And I want to go outside India for that. Exposure and bloody freedom.
Anyway. For that, I have to graduate. Uske liye, main sochri thi ke I'll give the CPT exam [that's for Chartered Accountancy] next June. The reasults and all will come out in like a month. Tab tak I'll get admitted into a good college [hopefully, SRCC or Stephen's] for B.Comm. Hons. or Eco. Hons. CA mein there's no institute, wokay. Everything is hands-on. You study and give exams for around 1 year and then intern in an organisation [like an accounting firm or something] and work a 9-5 day. Plus study and sit for exams alongside. So, I'm going to do the first year in College normally. Then leave college, do B.Comm. or Eco [whatever I like best by the time the Boards end] by correspondence and do my CA. I'll become a qualified CA at the end of 2.5 years - which is earlier than I'll become a graduate. So, I'll prolly work as a CA for around 1 or 2 years. Build the funds. Give the TOEFL and GMATs and all [whatever's needed for Post-Graduation] and then apply outside for an MBA.
Let's see how it works out.
"The Crucial Year" vaali feeling is starting to set in. Aaj school mein these people from Glion Hospitality Management Institutes or something had ome to give a presentation. And this really cool counsellor had come with them [humaare school vaali SUCKS. She tells every bloody thing to MC. No point in going to her. You'll just become fodder for the gossip.] and he talked about how you should set your goal first and then work backwards while planning your career. So, I started thinking. I want to do Management, okay. Marketing. [Wanted to do the copywriting stuff pehle, but it pays really less and money matters.] And I want to go outside India for that. Exposure and bloody freedom.
Anyway. For that, I have to graduate. Uske liye, main sochri thi ke I'll give the CPT exam [that's for Chartered Accountancy] next June. The reasults and all will come out in like a month. Tab tak I'll get admitted into a good college [hopefully, SRCC or Stephen's] for B.Comm. Hons. or Eco. Hons. CA mein there's no institute, wokay. Everything is hands-on. You study and give exams for around 1 year and then intern in an organisation [like an accounting firm or something] and work a 9-5 day. Plus study and sit for exams alongside. So, I'm going to do the first year in College normally. Then leave college, do B.Comm. or Eco [whatever I like best by the time the Boards end] by correspondence and do my CA. I'll become a qualified CA at the end of 2.5 years - which is earlier than I'll become a graduate. So, I'll prolly work as a CA for around 1 or 2 years. Build the funds. Give the TOEFL and GMATs and all [whatever's needed for Post-Graduation] and then apply outside for an MBA.
Let's see how it works out.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Nicki French
Total Solar Eclipse tomorrow! Biggest of the century. [Go HERE to read more about it.]
Actually, I didn't even know about it till a few hours ago. I thought school was starting an hour late tomorrow because of the CBSE compartment exams or something. A 10thie enlightened me. Kids never leave a chance to run you down. = /
Anyway! I'm going to watch it. Through a pinhole camera, ofcourse. Not that stoopid. [Tangent: "Stupid" looks so much better when you type it with two 'o's instead of one 'u'.] How I'll get a pinhole camera, you ask? Why, I'm going to make one myself! From a Pringles ka khaali dabba. Made one for my 8th grade Science Project. Fuuun!
[Learn how to make a Pringles Pinhole Camera HERE.]
I'm going to bike around town tomorrow morning till it's time for the eclipse. Then, I'ma cyckle to the Sector 16 vaali market and watch it with E [the 10thie]. And eat my all-time fave combo of Coke + Lays Magic Masala. Then, I'm going to have to go back home and go to school. Sheh!
Speaking of which. My English teacher [who is also my Class Teacher] is a bitch. No, scratch that. A vindictive, crafty, frustrated, petty bitch. Bittu The Bitch for short. She's after mine and S's lives! Had kardi! It's like she's waiting for us to to even think about breaking her rules [which are just a pathetic excuse for her to be able to ruin our lives so she can distract herself from her sad, sad life] so she can pounce on us and threaten to call home.
Leh. Ismein kya hai? Karle phone! Tujhe hi jhaad padegi! Heh. Ma's ready to gun her down. Contemplating suing her for causing me mental trauma. Ahaha! Seriously, yaar. Mallab she has a problem with me drinking water in class! Says it "distracts" her. A more disturbing thing, I haven't heard. What, the sight of me tilting my head back and pouring cold, sweet water into my open mouth renders her speechless? She loses all conscious thought? Mental.
Actually, I didn't even know about it till a few hours ago. I thought school was starting an hour late tomorrow because of the CBSE compartment exams or something. A 10thie enlightened me. Kids never leave a chance to run you down. = /
Anyway! I'm going to watch it. Through a pinhole camera, ofcourse. Not that stoopid. [Tangent: "Stupid" looks so much better when you type it with two 'o's instead of one 'u'.] How I'll get a pinhole camera, you ask? Why, I'm going to make one myself! From a Pringles ka khaali dabba. Made one for my 8th grade Science Project. Fuuun!
[Learn how to make a Pringles Pinhole Camera HERE.]
I'm going to bike around town tomorrow morning till it's time for the eclipse. Then, I'ma cyckle to the Sector 16 vaali market and watch it with E [the 10thie]. And eat my all-time fave combo of Coke + Lays Magic Masala. Then, I'm going to have to go back home and go to school. Sheh!
Speaking of which. My English teacher [who is also my Class Teacher] is a bitch. No, scratch that. A vindictive, crafty, frustrated, petty bitch. Bittu The Bitch for short. She's after mine and S's lives! Had kardi! It's like she's waiting for us to to even think about breaking her rules [which are just a pathetic excuse for her to be able to ruin our lives so she can distract herself from her sad, sad life] so she can pounce on us and threaten to call home.
Leh. Ismein kya hai? Karle phone! Tujhe hi jhaad padegi! Heh. Ma's ready to gun her down. Contemplating suing her for causing me mental trauma. Ahaha! Seriously, yaar. Mallab she has a problem with me drinking water in class! Says it "distracts" her. A more disturbing thing, I haven't heard. What, the sight of me tilting my head back and pouring cold, sweet water into my open mouth renders her speechless? She loses all conscious thought? Mental.
Chalo. Time for me to go and try to follow my timetable for today. Keyword: "try".
Saturday, July 18, 2009
REM
Dreamt I was in Chandigarh and there was a car on the road driving itself. I stopped it multiple times and tried to find out who was driving it.
Scene changes. In school now. School is Sanskriti, only had Carmel's infrastructure - only a better cleaner Carmel. Has Sanskriti people + people I've never met. This particularly strict Maths teacher is sitting in the class I'm in, and G and P are in a different section. The only people I know who're with me in this section are Baarish (who seems to be pissed with me), Salsa and Tharra.I somehow tell somebody from the other class to tell the teacher we're needed upstairs. She doesn't believe us and asks somebody to go and confirm. Varsha volunteers before I can.
She takes ages but ultimately comes back with Saxy, who's a known goody-two-shoes (she's strapped with two backpacks, don't know why), who convinces madamji that we ARE needed.So she agrees reluctantly and we go upstairs to the other class. G and P ignore me completely and I do the same and go sit with AB and Salsa and Saxy like we used to the 7th grade.Then somehow I'm watching a guy playing some videogame on his chhotu laptop. 2-3 other people are playing on their lappys, too.
Then I wake up. Weird or what?
Scene changes. In school now. School is Sanskriti, only had Carmel's infrastructure - only a better cleaner Carmel. Has Sanskriti people + people I've never met. This particularly strict Maths teacher is sitting in the class I'm in, and G and P are in a different section. The only people I know who're with me in this section are Baarish (who seems to be pissed with me), Salsa and Tharra.I somehow tell somebody from the other class to tell the teacher we're needed upstairs. She doesn't believe us and asks somebody to go and confirm. Varsha volunteers before I can.
She takes ages but ultimately comes back with Saxy, who's a known goody-two-shoes (she's strapped with two backpacks, don't know why), who convinces madamji that we ARE needed.So she agrees reluctantly and we go upstairs to the other class. G and P ignore me completely and I do the same and go sit with AB and Salsa and Saxy like we used to the 7th grade.Then somehow I'm watching a guy playing some videogame on his chhotu laptop. 2-3 other people are playing on their lappys, too.
Then I wake up. Weird or what?
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
It's out.
The verdict is out. It's none of them. Eheh.
FunnyBoy's a friend. Nothing more, nothing less. Yeah, I did think I liked him. But, that was more because of the circumstances. You know, the ambience in Hookah and all. Plus the thrill of trying out something forbidden for the first time. He's nice and all, but no.
HotBum, on the other hand, is kinda boring. Now, that's just my own judgement. [Yeah, I judge guys. So what?] We've been talking on FaceBook and it's such a bloody effort making conversation, it's not even funny. I need a little wordplay for foreplay. Heh.
Oh, and this friend of mine in tuition told me she was advised to "stay away from him" because he apparently has this reputation of spreading nasty rumours about girls he barely knows. So I'm a little wary.
This post got me thinking. Why is it that I always like the losers? First there was TheJerk. He called, flirted, made plans to meet, and cancelled at the last minute because of "some theatre I'm doing". Again and bloody again. Hello? What is THIS nonsense.
Then there was Ice. He was a friend, okay. And we talked a lot because we both were going through the awkward limbo you're in when you've just shifted from, say, Delhi to Chandigarh. [Or Jallandhar in his case.] So, yeah. I developed a crush. And I think he liked me a little, too. Because things started taking a turn towards the "friends with benefits" thing. And it wasn't like I minded much. But, then I find out he's blurting stuff I've told him in confidence out to random people as conversation starters or something. *shakes head*
*sigh* I really do pick 'em, don't I?
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Funny No More
What the hell. Just 2 days ago when I told P and G that I might like FunnyBoy, they were very gung-ho about it, saying we'd make a good couple and shit. And suddenly, out of the bloody blue, today when I reached CP after meeting GaGa and Poopin and Tharra and Dada, they're like, no. He's not good for you. That he's rude and cheap and not nice.
Hello? What about the "good vibes" that they got from this thing? Now, they say he's sick because of basically two reasons.
a) He's contemptuous of people who've taken Commerce or Humanities.Well. That's hardly a reason to black-list him. LOTS of people feel that way. In fact, most Indians. And yeah, I don't agree with that view. But to each their own, man. He'll ultimately figure out that sciencies work harder, but earn much lesser in their starting packages than us commerce and humanities people. ; ]
b) He let's girls pay for him when he meets up with people.Okay. That IS cheap. I don't care about the letting GIRLS specifically pay for him vaala part. Just the fact that he doesn't pay for his share.But then again. He's living alone with another guy right now. His dad's outta the country and his (step)mom's in Bombay. He's on a tight budget because his Dad doesn't give him too much allowance. Frugality or something. I don't know.
Yeah, he COULD avoid going out so frequently or something. Self-respect and all.Actually, I don't really have complaints regarding that. We both paid, both the times we met. So. Yeah.
Oh, and G also said that he stinks. And that he whispers bad jokes during Maths class which apparently shows disrespect for their teacher. Oh. Okay. So, I should not like him because of that.
Hello? What about the "good vibes" that they got from this thing? Now, they say he's sick because of basically two reasons.
a) He's contemptuous of people who've taken Commerce or Humanities.Well. That's hardly a reason to black-list him. LOTS of people feel that way. In fact, most Indians. And yeah, I don't agree with that view. But to each their own, man. He'll ultimately figure out that sciencies work harder, but earn much lesser in their starting packages than us commerce and humanities people. ; ]
b) He let's girls pay for him when he meets up with people.Okay. That IS cheap. I don't care about the letting GIRLS specifically pay for him vaala part. Just the fact that he doesn't pay for his share.But then again. He's living alone with another guy right now. His dad's outta the country and his (step)mom's in Bombay. He's on a tight budget because his Dad doesn't give him too much allowance. Frugality or something. I don't know.
Yeah, he COULD avoid going out so frequently or something. Self-respect and all.Actually, I don't really have complaints regarding that. We both paid, both the times we met. So. Yeah.
Oh, and G also said that he stinks. And that he whispers bad jokes during Maths class which apparently shows disrespect for their teacher. Oh. Okay. So, I should not like him because of that.
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