What’s in my mind (at the moment)

I have a lot of thoughts and feeling and all that, but am being unable to collect them – not that I have tried specifically to do so, but it is easier to write when you know what point you’re trying to make. Here they are, in bullets.

• Guys my age are immature.
• High school is hard to survive through.
• Many girls are bitches.
• Most girls are not bitches, but even amongst the unbitchy ones, many are difficult to get along with.
• It is impossibe (or near to impossible) to get a good grade in sociology, no matter how many times the teacher says you’re doing fine.
• Nice guys come in bad packaging (maybe I’m generalising too much)
• I’m glad I don’t have a crush right now. It would complicate things even more. And the much awaited announcement- I’m over EF for good. We’re friends now, we have casual conversations, if he drowned I’d save him, but I wouldn’t kill myself to save him. That’s that, to sum it up.
• It’s hard to get rid of the marks that appeared from squeezing pimples. It’s equally hard to resist squeezing pimples.
• I’m glad I’m not discriminated against because I’m a girl, but that does not mean gender discrimination doesn’t exist. Sometimes the fact that sociology is a complicated collection of what dead white men say and yet so close to us surprises me.
• My brother annoys me sometimes. Sometimes?– all the time. Sometimes I joke that he “mentally abuses” me by making mean jokes all the time.
• I like Indian Idol, so I’m off to wach it. Tata. More later…

Harry Potter… finally out!

Note: NO SPOLIERS HERE.

I remember reading Harry Potter for the first time. I used to frequent AWON library at Kupondole at every possible chance, and the library had been my recluse, especially when I didn’t want to socialise. When I was done with all the books in the kids’ section, I decided to look around in the adolescent section of the library. I remember taking five books from there, and reading Harry Potter only after I’d read the other four. That was eight years ago, when I was in grade 4.

Harry Potter’s magic, or JK rowling’s magic, for that matter, never really left me. I used to hope, back then, that on the night of my eleventh birthday, Hagrid would come and take me from my “evil” parents to a world where I would be better accepted (and considering the fact that the library was one of the few places where I felt at home, I did believe that the wizard world was where I belonged.) I even dreamt one night that Harry Potter (not Daniel Radcliffe; there were no Harry Potter movies made back then) flew in to my birthday party and gave me a broom.

Blabber Blabber

It’s harder than I thought, writing a blog post at school. Earlier I could do it wthout even looking back to see if people were looking; now that seems harder to do.

Life is fine, I guess. My friend in the hospital is doing better, and  I’m doing okay too.

Lately, I have started to wonder about my future. I always did that, but my perspective has changed, I guess. Lately its more about what will happen if things don’t turn out as I’d want them to. And then it bugs me whether life is really all about fate or about your choices.

Oh goodness, I feel feeling-less. Well, not really feeling-less, but something like I cannot find the words for all the felings inside. Nothing prominent in there, but not vaccume either. It’s like I don’t want to talk, and I feel I am avoiding people (friends and family members) although am not doing it on purpose.

Note to my readers- (actually the whole blog is letter to my readers, as my friend Ajapa says it, its my leter to the world) I enjoy your comments, please continue with them. Actually, don’t comment if you’re doing it just to please me. Not that anyone’s likely to do that.

With loads of love,
Maichyang.

 P.S. An update on my wishlist. I will be emceeing a show at school in the very near future. Yipee! 

Like a corked bottle

Somehow I have tons to say, but don’t know how to say it, or where to start.

One of my very close friends is in the hospital due to a motorcycle accident, and at times when I have not been busy doing homework, attending classes, or doing other work, I have either been visiting him or too upset to write anything.

The nature of the human mind is… well, it never fails to amaze me. For that matter actually, so is the nature of life itself. For the first time in a long, long time, I feel like words cannot express how I feel now. Again and again I sigh, but none of the thousands of questions in my head are answered.