Endless wishes…

Here is the list of things I want in life. I can see already that the list will get long.

1. I want to score 2200 on the SAT
2. I want good grades- a 75 percent this term would be good. All As on the final.
3. I want to emcee a show.
4. I want to play the keyboard on stage. Just once. But I’m too lazy to practice.
5. I want to learn Sanskrit. Even if there are chances I’m going to drop out because it’s too hard.
6. I want to go to an Ivy-league college. Which one, I’m not gonna say. It’s not important.
7. I want to be an educationist and improve the education system in my country. In all schools, private and public.
8. I want to write a novel.
9. I want to travel the world.
10. I want to be on Koffee with Karan and win the cofee hamper. I know I will never be on the show OR win the hamper.
11. I want my mother to have a big homely mansion with a big kitchen so that she can live with her parents and parents-in-law and cook all the delicious things she kows how to. She’d be living a dream.
12. I want my father to win an award for one of his works. He works so hard that he deserves it.
13. I want to raise children. I don’t care about getting babies, but I want to raise them. I wouldn’t mind being a single mother.
14. I want to be respected.
15. I want to live (literally live) a hundred years without having a single operation, and I want to live in people’s minds and on history (because I will have contributed much to society) forever.

Cockroaches

After having written a poem about cockroaches how utterly disgusting they are (http://maichyang.wordpress.com/2007/06/02/haiku-ish-verse/) and after getting tons of feedback on it, I stepped on a roach today, killing it. I went to the kitchen to fix the veggies, and because I hadn’t put on the light, all I could tell was that I’d stepped on something disgustingly soft. Eeeewww….

By the way, I hadn’t put on slippers when I stepped on it, so I had to wash my feet. That’s not half the reason for the eeked-out expression on my face right now though… 

Nothing to write about. I will be back with some (hopefully) good stuff by Monday. Tata

Regret

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” (Mark Twain)
The quote-kumari is back with a quote. A quote that makes sense to her. (Reminding myself to stop talking in thrid person) Okay, the pessimist is not thinking bout leaving my mind as of yet, so I shall make full use of it (him or her?) I feel like a wrinkled old woman today, burdened by the obligatory duties I have, unable to derive pleasure from anything I do, and full of regrets. As if life is slowly slipping away from my hands. I know that I’ve still not managed to do somethings that I will not be able to do at a later date, and I didn’t even take half of the twenty years mentioned in the quote to start regreting.

Nothingness *blink blink*

For some reason, there is little, if anything, to write about. Or maybe it is just the pessimism sinking in again. Even a talkative person like me can run out of topics to talk (or write) about. No news worth discussing (and I do not count Paris Hilton’s jail term as news. Although we did talk about that for nearly half an hour at school today) Overpopulation could be a topic becaue the school has taken tons of new kids, but nah, I don’t feel passionately enough about that. And exams? I screwed them, as usual.

I just can’t seem to get over the fact that no matter how hard I work, I can’t get good marks. Perhaps that is what the emptyness is about. Today I feel like there is no remaining hope for me, that all hope is dead. There’s a vaccume inside my stomach, and it didn’t fill up even after the massive snack, followed by the bar of chocolate I gulped down. I have to work now. Oh well, isn’t that what I always say? But I do work. I don’t know… hyaa…

Ciao,
The world’s biggest procastinator and pessimist
(two in one)

Haiku-ish Verse

The reason this in not a Haiku is because the syllable count is not that of a haiku, but it came spontaneously when I saw a roach making its way across the kitchen while I was sweeping. Here it is:

I wear slippers in the kitchen,
So that even if I step on a cockroach,
I won’t have to wash my feet