A tribute to a friend… COOL FOOL

I wrote a post yesterday but deleted it today. It was nothing- just a load of trash about how I had nothing to say, and about how the guy I like danced (salsa) with the girl he likes. Well… Also, since my computer just got formatted and there’s no dictionary in it, I can’t check to see whether tribute is a word used just after the subject (person being talked about) dies. My friend is well and alive.

For some reason, I feel that this post should be dedicated to a friend… Cool Fool (thats not his real name of course… And the reason I am not mentioning his real name is because I might reveal my identity. Anyone who knows him will be able to tell who he is) I still don’t know the reason why I decided today that I should write about him… Oh ya, I was telling someone about how people change, and I guess Cool Foool never did. In fact, even if I did change, he stuck to me as a true friend.

Winter

I love it when the mornings are cold and windy, except for the fact that I have to heat water to take a bath (there is no solar panel in the house) and that i don’t feel like waking up.

My new blog skin is for winter. The cold breeze freshening my mood on the way to school. It’s funny that I wrote a post after 5 days- and then one after about 3 hours after that. Have you heard the saying- बहुला गाउँ जाँदैन, गए पछि फर्कँदैन।

I’ve been online all day doing my work. Now I have to go. There’s a celebration at our home today- no more details. Enjoy… I’m sure I will. Hehe

Congratulations to us…

WARNING: THOSE NOT INTERESTED IN POLITICS MAY FIND THIS POST BORING. THERE WERE A COUPLE OF COMPLAINTS BEFORE i PUT UP THIS WARNING.

The reason I did not finish the homework that was due Wednesday was because I had something more important to do. Its not my fault that the teacher gave us homework for the day after the peace agreement was to be signed, ending the decade-long conflict in my country. (Although I can take the blame for not having done the homework earlier that week- it was given a week before it was due).

I’d like to congratulate all Nepalis living everywhere. Not all of us worked to make this happen (though many of us did- participating in the April uprising, writing, and believing in the political parties. Its hard to trust people- especially those that have done wrong things in the past). But you congratulate people even when they win the lottery right- when they’ve done nothing for it?

Boredom… Lonliness…

Well, I’m at school, bored and lonely. And I just realised that when you’re in front of the computer but your eyes are focusing on something else, the computer screen sort of blinks at you. I mean the white in the blank my Documents window keeps going brighter and duller. Okay, that was just as observation… Told u I was bored.

I got a job and was elated about it until three hours ago. I don’t feel very much like taking responsibilities anyway. (I don’t even think I was the right person to be the leader of this other project at school.) My job is great. I get to write, something I LOVE doing, even if I have to write objectively (no more details because it may give out my identity). I can work at home and email my work, and better still, I get paid pretty handsomely for a first timer.

Things I (just) Don’t Get: part 2

Well… this is a retrieved version. If you’ve been looking at my blog, you probably know that I lost the original through stupidity.

I can only remember 4 points of the 5 in my old piece. But since there are (a lot) more things I don’t get, it’s no problm. I just took the trouble of thinking of what I’d written earlier because I liked the format of the piece.

So, here goes my list…

Materialistic (?)

Well, I had to send someone a couple of my pieces. When I opened the computer, however, I realised that all my stuff was gone! I freaked out. Just so that the readers don’t (freak out like I did), I’m going to tell you, I found it after half an hour of feeling pathetic and let down. But I learnt a lesson, I guess. For the record of it, A lesson doesn’t have to be a ‘don’t ever… in your life’ thing, I just mean I realised some things.

Depressed

I have no clue how to start with this post. This morning, I wrote my diary after 5 days. Not that it makes a difference to anyone but me. I haven’t studied at all this weekend. Not that this makes any difference to anyone either. If I ever write an autobiography, I will name it Just Another Dream. Because my dream, dreams in fact, are nothing but just another dream to the world.

I feel that I am too ahead of myself.  I forget that just because I would like to do something doesn’t mean that I CAN do it, that just because I am passionate about soemthing doesn’t mean I’m good at it. And the reason why I’m not feeling awkward about writing this in my ‘letter to the world’ is that the very few people in the world that have the power to make me feel better anytime don’t even know my blog’s address. I am not saying the readers of this blog (most of whom I gave its add to) don’t care about me. i’m just saying that there are a few times I need certain people to make me feel better.

Stalker.com

I don’t know what the .com is doing there, but it sounds good. From experience (a bit of my own though that didn’t get to THAT extent, and a one of my best ‘dai’s), I can tell that stalkers aren’t good news. This girl called one of my dais (we aren’t related by blood) and smsed him and emailed like crazy. We shall refer to the dai as Q

When it was just the mails and smses, there was some suspicion. Was it a guy trying to fool him? And when she actually called, Q asked me to pick up the phone. The stalker hung up. She called again and demanded to know who I was. Q replied ‘bahini’ and after a long conversation- or maybe I just thought so because I was talking to him when the phone interrupted us.

The difference between a diary and a blog

As a person who’s been keeping a diary for five and a half years and a blog for nerly a month, I have clearly realised the differences between the two. Full of feeling (regarding emtional matters and not merely issues) today, I am about to resort to my dear diary to express my feelings.

I’m not trying to create a mysterious air around me saying that I have feelings I’m not going to write about here. Everyone has those feelings. I’m saying that while my blog is my letter to the world and anyone’s more than welcome to look at it, my diary is MINE. Mine to keep and mine to look at. 

The Dance

My attempt at writing fiction. I write better arguementative essays, fiction is really not my thing. But anyways. Happy read!

 ‘Change,’ the dance instructor commands ten minutes into class. We girls have to keep changing partners because half the girls didn’t show up for class. Three boys have to dance with no partner every time sir says ‘change’ so that they don’t miss out on the steps.

‘Shit’ I nearly shout out when I see that my partner is Binay. Probably half the girls in school like Binay- I’m no exception. In fact, I am among the crazier ones who know his siblings’ names, his birthday and even his moon sign.

Things I (just) Don’t Get

Okay, I took an iternity to write a post about some odd things in the world. And after I copied it to the blog (i’d actually written it in Microsoft), I deleted it from the computer. Only, it didn’t get saved in the blog. Shit man… I hate this.

Jealousy (nearly) kills the cat

It’s unfair when your friend and you create a blog nearly at the same time and she has a lot of readers and u don’t.  (in psychological terms the stage I am in is refereed to as percieved relative depriviation)Not that I write as well as Roma does- her short stories and descriptions, especially, are really good. While she ends up with band 2s 9and sometimes even 1), I get 3s and 4s. Especially in A level Lit and Lang, I have not gotten a single band 2 even.