Okay, so I wasn't tagged, per *se*...

...but then, it isn't my fault my blogging friends are lame and far too passive for my liking and don't do this kind of fun stuff. Stupid poetic betches who like to intellectualise their very basic, very commonly-felt emotions. Yaa boo sucks to you. :@

So if I haven't already completely pissed off the few readers that I have, I will now proceed with this post, as shall you.

Life ten years ago:

Ten years ago, I spent a majority of my day sitting around in my chaddis. No, really, that was what R (earlier referred to as the Wife- incidentally, we're legal now! Not really, 'cause yknow, we aren't allowed to do that shit till we're 21, but WOOHOO FOR GAY PEOPLE, says I!) used to see me in most of the time. She'd come upstairs after school, sometime in the afternoon, and be all "Dude, where are your CLOTHES?" and I'd look at her weirdly and say "I'm WEARING them" which I wasn't, really, because do a petticoat type thing and white bloomers count as clothes, really? Anyhow, that. And she reminded me of this really stupid game that she and Jahangir and I played, something about Aliens and Heroes, and how the heroes had to collect the DNA pieces (which were these small spiky ball thingumajigs that were part of a game we had- anyway fuck that, it's a whole other story) that were scattered around the house, and once they collected them all they had the power to defeat the evil Alien (we took turns, there was always one Alien and two Heroes, and usually Jahangir got to be a Hero cause he knew how to use the  joystick and make it into a very believable steering thingy of the ohsoawesome Hero Jet. The Alien was always lame and had to walk to get anywhere. Bleddy.) We came up with weird games.

Oh, and school was way messed up back then. I was traumatised by my evil classmates who pretended to be my friend up till break time. Then they'd eat all my Maggi and pretend I didn't exist after. Haraami log.

But then, I was a major bitch too. I mean I think even my family really hated me. Everytime Neo and Jahangir and I played the car game (Neo used to have this kickass plastic roll-out map thing of a minor city and she had lots of toy cars, and we got to choose which cars and houses we wanted and stuff) I'd get all sulky and tantrum-y if either of them picked their cars first 'cause I wanted the coolest one(blame the Id damnit, the ID!), and then everytime Jahangir very generously let me take his, I'd get paranoid that he was using reverse psychology on me and then I'd be all "HEY WAIT! Screw you, I'm just gonna stick with the car I picked! HA! How d'ya like THAT!" and he'd say "Hey, that's cool too, thanks for letting me keep my car, Poe" which lead me to believe that he didn't use reverse psychology at all and I was being a moron and I should've taken his stupid car when I could've and then I'd throw a huge tantrum and be all "screw you guys, I don't wanna play no more!"  

Dumbass? Yeah, pretty much.

Life five years ago:

Oh, fuck. This was the stupid tomboy period. R and I went insane with that shit. We cut our hair in these incredibly ugly boy-cut styles that were similar to SRK's in Kucch Kucch Hota Hai and Salman Khan in that lame romantic movie where his hair is all Snape-like. Ew. And wore really really baggy shirts(not that we had anything to hide, really) and walked with a dude-esque swagger and hoopla.

And we played football with a basketball.

What can I say, our older brothers never let us have their footballs. Bastards. 

Oh oh oh, and the number of idiotic fights we had, man. Stuff about "omgah, you called me STUPID BEHIND MY BACK?! I HATE YOU R! YOU SUCK! I'M NEVER GONNA TALK TO YOU, EVER!" and "POE, YOU STUPID LOSER(cause words like bitch and ass were considered mortal sins), THANKS FOR NOT CALLING ME TODAY, I KNOW YOU SECRETLY HATE ME, GUESS WHAT, I SECRETLY HATE YOU TOO! SO THERE!" 

And there was this purdy glass kangaroo which I gave to her when I came back from Australia, which kept shuttling between her house and mine during particularly explosive fights. Jahangir used to point and laugh at our stupidity, and Ma used to snigger behind her hand whenever R stomped upstairs and slammed(not with enough force to break it, though) the kangaroo down on my table, giving me the dirts before turning on her heel and stomping back out. 

Oh man, these memories are bringing tears to my eyes, I'm laughing so hard my stomach hurts :P

Life tomorrow:

It's the first day back at school, and I think I'm bunking it. Because I'm awesome like that. I wonder how weird it'll feel, seeing everyone again after two months. Slightly weird, maybe. School's just a weird place, generally. But then maybe that's just me, and today.

And I haven't even finished all the homework. ShitFuckDamn.

Anyway. Screw dat.

Five Locations I'd like to run away to:

I dunno, I dunno. I'd like to go back to Tagore Point, that place was just magical. Plus, talk about major incentive to go on a long, painful, makes-you-heave-and-despise-slopes-more-than-you-anyway-do trek every day, man.

And maybe End Point. But then, not on my own. I'd like to have a few people with me. Oh oh oh, and Chile, some day. And the Oxford Bookstore, cause they let you sit there and read all their books without buying any of them, and they have this awesome coffee bar type thing too. I want to live there, for all of next summer man. Or, y'know, for atleast a week.

Then there's Cape Comorin! MAN! THAT PLACE! You never want to leave! It's just so awe inspiring, with the gigantic waves that make huge crashing noises against the rocks, and the wild winds that whip your hair around and toss me around like a frickin' leaf. What sheer beauty, I tell youse truly. 

And Bombay. Aah, Bombay. The City of Lurve. Not of another person, necessarily, I add.

Five Bad Habits:

I talk too much. End up saying all sorts of stupid shit I really shouldn't say. It's very Tourettes Syndrome-esque, sometimes. And I run myself down a lot. Which is just stupid, I mean, anyway other people do that shit, what kind of MORON jumps on the bandwagon and does it to themSELVES? The really STUPID kind of moron, that's who. 

Oh hey, pardon the unintentional pun there. Totally unintentional. Reelly.

And I procrastinate, all the time, and never get anything done, so really, I think I deserve the running down. I suck. Plus, I have major insecurity issues. And who said you can't have insecurity AND trust issues at the same time? You can so! Living proof, typing this to you, betches!

Five Things I Will Never Wear:

You know those really teeny bopper-ish dresses? That are tight on the bottom (literally, it ends at your ass, Jesus H) and is all loose and floaty on top, and all the slutty chicks wear them in hip hop videos that feature clubs? Yeah, those.

And platform shoes. Ack.

And in Charlie's Angels, there's this particular scene where they visit some dude's home and Drew Barrymore's wearing this weirdass short dress that's all poofy and has lots of skirts and when she bends you can see her knickers, I'm never wearing one of those either. Or that really ugly not-dress that Julia Roberts wore in Pretty Woman. Some idiot woman copied that shit on Bollywood also. So ooglay. 

Don't think I'd ever wear a belly button piercing either. But then, I have these weird impulses every so often, and given the fact that next year I'm pretty much completely free of all parental restrictions of that variety, I might just. Blech.

Something I Want To Acheive By Next Year:

Some semblance of self-esteem. Yeah, no, I dunno, maybe read all of Kerouac's books, and get out of my little cocoon of apathy and learn something about the world. Start something, y'know? 

What Will I Miss About 2008:

ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY NOTHING.

Something that Impacted Me Last Year:

New school. 'Nuff said.

5 Things To Do Before I Die:

Ride a bike. Like, as a passenger, cause I was traumatised by a bike accident that had me in a cast for a month when I was eight, and so I never learned how to. Ride a bike.

Incidentally I started and finished a sentence with those three words, ha!

Have sex. I refuse to die a virgin.

Name someone Donny. Anybody. My kid, or Jahangir's, or Neo's, or Papi's, or Angeeda's, SOMEONE WILL NAME THEIR KID DONNY CAUSE I SAID SO!

Sing onstage. Like, properly. With me very own band and everythang. And if we turn out to be awesomely awesome, which we have to be cause I'm in it, we'll do it more than once, even. Like, dood. Yeah.

Run around naked for a whole day. I know I've already done that, for more than a whole year even, cause I was a freee baby, but I mean like now, after growing boobs and all that. Not that I want to show my boobs off or anything, but y'know, I want to do it as an adult, I meant.

And now I tag anyone else who read this, and laughed at all.