Early Morning PMS

As I start typing this post, its 5:17 am. I should be fast asleep by now but as is usually the case, I’m not.

I don’t really know what I’m supposed to do at this hour. Should I have a Ross and Rachel type scene where I prance around the room in my birthday suit? I wish I could, but I’m pretty sure my roomies would have some issues with that. Should I read? Should I watch a movie? Should I catch up on my writing? Should I workout? Life can be pathetically pointless early in the morning.

On most other nights, I end up net-surfing or reading something from my module content. I wish someone else would be awake at such times. Being nocturnal is so much fun! People don’t realize what they’re missing out on.

It is at such hours that I come up with my freaking awesome rhymes a la ‘when love is in the air, the hair stands on the bear’. Most of my best poems/songs have been written around 4-5 am (believe it or not, I actually do write better stuff than the above-mentioned rhyme).

The obvious solution to the whole ‘what-to-do-this-early-in-the-morning’ thing would be to count sheep jumping over random fence and going off to sleep. Its just that..I don’t want to do that. Back home, I’d go into the kitchen and make a cheese omelette or something. But I can’t do that in hostel. Too much effort.

P.S. I feel like eating cupcakes. Hence, the background.

The People Next Door

I know I’m boring the pathetically jobless readers of my blog with incessant accounts of hostel life and college. The thing is, there’s not much else to talk about. My life revolves completely around these things. So here goes, another post about hostel..

Over the past few months, I’ve bonded a lot with the people living in Room No. 58 (mine is Room No. 57). Who are these people, you ask? Well, they are Dubs, Popsicles and Angel Eyes. They do have another roommate, but she ‘s quite stupid hence, I shall not talk about her.

I don’t remember exactly what made all of us really good friends. Then again, who needs to know that. The 6 of us (including Honey Loop and Goju) go out for dinner, stay up late, talk endlessly. We talk about every damn thing – from good ol’ college gossip, to famous murder cases, from religion to wars. It feels good to know that there are at least some slightly intellectual people out there. We’ve had our fun too, the night we debuted our red-light area room, the night we stayed up till 4 conveniently ignoring the fact that we have practicals 8:30 am onwards the next day.

So we share our joys, our sorrows, our food. We also steal together. Not the klepto kind of stealing though. Stupid roomie has a whole lot of food in her bed’s storage area. Her stock has diminished considerably because of us. Who the hell keeps so much food unlocked in hostel?! Brainless git.

 

Labels

I’m angry. I’m mad. Because I can’t understand why people have this insatiable need to know everything that’s happening in someone else’s life. Ever heard of the word ‘personal’?

I have very few close friends and they mean the world to me. But at the end of the day, I need my space. I need something of my own. I don’t feel the need to share every single detail of my life with everyone else. If I want to or have to, share something, I will. Until then, don’t bother me.

I’m sick and tired of labels. Why can’t I be an introvert who talks loudly? Can’t I like girls and boys without being labeled a bisexual? Can’t I be a die-hard goth metal/symphonic metal fan who also likes Miles Davis? Why must everything be structured so rigidly? I feel like I’m some product sold in the supermarket. The facts of the product are all given on the label and that’s all there is to it. Everyone has finished sticking all these labels on me and I can’t be anything outside of that description.  There is so much more to me. I’m not some idiot in a box.

Yes, I can be annoying, boisterous, repetitive and redonkulously pathetic. But I don’t hammer people for information, unless I feel its something genuinely important. So, respect my privacy. Respect dammit. Is it so effing difficult?

I know I don’t share a lot about myself. No one can possibly know everything that there is to know about me. I don’t function that way. I need demarcations. While romantic relationships are important, they are important to me..personally. Its hardly anyone else’s concern.

P.S. – This blog post is to a large extent about a friend of mine. But its not only about her.

Friends

Two more days and I’ll be off to college. Anyway, today’s post is all about my friends.

Creep – The most annoying person in the universe. Incredibly stupid. Has a Homer Simpson sized brain. Freakishly tiny for a 19 year old. Lazy. My best friend. Comes with me for all the lame movies. As random as I am. Remembers me as the girl who banged her ancient phone against the wall whenever it hung. Brilliant sense of humour. Cribs and crabs as much as I do. Basically, she’s me, minus intelligence and height.

Ash – My first true friend. Let me steal her nutella sandwiches. Sang funny songs with me. Talked with me so much during class on the first day of 10th grade, that our places were changed the very next day. Joined me in abusing teachers. Let me copy her homework. Got the exact same percentage as me in the board exams. Stood by me during one of the worst phases in my life.

Official Criminal – Technically, I’ve known her since we were 3. Studied in the same school from pre-nursery to 10th. Though, we truly became friends in junior college. Knows me better than she realizes. Makes me feel better when I’m down and out. Obsessed with her phone’s camera. Probably takes at least one picture of herself everyday. Crazy about Akon. Unbelievably talented.

Hong Kong Dame – Wise .Very adorable. My emotional soul mate. Her smile can lighten up anyone’s day. Makes me feel really guilty when I tease her. Lots of fun to hang out with. Always sees the brighter side of things. Cares deeply about her friends. Sucker for romantic stuff. Very funny when drunk.

Voodoo Chick – Twin sister of Hong Kong Dame. I hate to say this but she’s as awesome as me. Loves poetry. Zany personality. Doesn’t mind my sarcasm (most of the time). Very funny. Writes really good poems/ songs, just like her sister. Has wild mood swings. Oddly enough, I like her because of that.

Towering One – Freakishly tall female. She’s like a foot above the rest of mankind. Likes Aamir Khan as much as I do. Crazy about vegetarianism. Loves dogs. Unfortunately, doesn’t have one. Can do a really good imitation of Undertaker’s trademark rolled up eyes – very scary. Kind hearted. Is in a band (FREAKING AWESOME!).

And that’s about it. If you’re one of my friends and I haven’t mentioned you in this post, don’t feel too bad about it. Its possible I never really liked you in the first place.

Beggars, Football and Relationships

Today I was attacked by a beggar. I was having my strawberry and white chocolate doughnut (yummy!) and this kid came out of nowhere and took a lick of the doughnut. And then he took the doughnut itself. I have Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder now. Why would anyone want to steal a doughnut? And why do I meet all the weirdos?  *long painful sigh*

Football – This year’s World Cup has been delightfully random. Referees don’t know what they’re doing, goal keepers don’t know which side they’re on and to top it all, Ronaldo’s chemical tan faded off. Depressing. Very depressing. Also, I really want a vuvuzela. Rather cool way to wake up people at home.

And now relationships. I know way too many people in crappy relationships. Why must people have such  low self-esteem? My friends are in these bizarre relationships where the guy keeps hurting them and they just forgive them. I’m all for second chances, but there’s a limit. No one deserves to be in a relationship that bad. The worst thing is, these girls convince themselves that they’re the ones at fault. Then, they try to explain the guy’s bad behaviour by saying he had a ‘rough day’ or his parents are causing problems etc. etc. Any relationship that requires so much justification is not worth it. It really annoys me when people stay in crappy relationships even if its sucking the life out of them. I refuse to listen to any more complaints about relationships. I’m done telling people that they deserve better.