keeping my word.

I present all the pics of the kitty people plus their names. Okay I made their names,

Apparently I am taking meow classes(in case u people don’t know the what meow classes are, I would like to tell u that they are language classes where I am trying to learn native lingo of the kitties so that we have a better understanding and blah and so that I can live peacefully without kitties stalking me and all .) and I am a novice as today I have joined the classes and it will take time, till the time when, I would be able to meow! Like them.

And today I learned that. When u want to eat u say meow, when u are angry u say meow I am practically a dunce, so wil take time to learn the lingo.

Anyway.

As promised to the moony-guy-kitty from the K.R.O (Kitty rights organisation)
I hereby present the pics. of kitties :D

>>> tadaaaaaaa <<<


her name is lucy, new born malnutritoned kitty.
the one who veils herself from every one.
i was not able to shoot her as she was running away from me
but atlast got 2 pixs :D he he

lucy again.
She is hiding from me behind a barrel or something like that. hehe shez a cute kitty aint she?? :D

two wannabe kitties sad and miserable, cuz of me (as per moony-guy-kitty)
anyway their names kid and kiddy :D I hope my endeavor will cheer them up


rosie was waiting for me, that i would come perhaps and take her picture or somethin, with a rose in her hand, but as i did not take her picture, the rose withered and she was sad.





pat.

he was so sad. u can make out from his picture.

hez cute too. :D



and do u not wonder the name of the first kitty in this post???
the one who is resting on some ones hand???

well well

i know u may be having thoughts of killing the kitty. yeah! he's a bad kitty and u can make it out from his pic. he can be no other than Mr. moony-meow-kitty.. the cruel one, cuz of whom i had to suffer. he looks really fierce and scary.. grrr :x

kitty mail.

Figuring out the kitty thing. I think.
1. I dream about kitty.

2. So many kitties around in my neighborhood (all of a sudden!)

3. And apparently I am hearing a lot of meow and stuff.

And blah blah which you people by now know cuz of my previous rantings in relation to the kitty kitty everywhere thing..

Anyway.

I believe these are some sorta warning sign or signs, and I think these signs want to pass on a message to me, and I conclude the message is as follows:


To. : tanzy@castleinthesky.com
Sub. : Grievances
Dear tanzy-panzy (or whoever u are, we really don’t care!)

The point is. We appreciate ur kindness by not killing shooting our fellow kitty and shooting his photograph (yeah! “Him” he was a male kitty, if u don’t know). we are stirred by ur first-rate endeavor, where u have put a just another kitty on internet (ur page or blog or whatsoever it is, we really don’t care, what matters is, that he is the first kitty from our community to be displayed on internet) but but but…

We are not very pleased as firstly u have not written tom’s name on the internet thing(we have our identity and we love to be called by our names!, how would u feel if I regard u as a human, not even a female, as u have done with our TOM, u have just called him a kitty, leave the male-female thing. But we have manners and we live by our ethics ) and secondly u have posted 1 snap of the kitty, while there are so many kitties who crave to be on internet and they want the world to know, how attractive they look and all, they need appreciation.(we all need it.)

Hence we are angry on u and most of the kitties are very sad and are going under therapy

…ALL CUZ OF U!!! miss tanzy…!!!

We are angry on u. and we will show our fury by haunting u and waking u when u are snoozing and poop-ing around your front door and stalking u
And I tell u, these are not just lame warnings! Mind you.

we demand hope that u would take instantaneous steps or else u would have to face the consequences.

Thanking u,
meooooww!!
Mr. Moony meow guy.
(trustee – K.R.O (kitty rights association).


Omigod!

Ok now I am scared and I think I need to plant some kitty snaps plus their names or else my life is going to be kittylicious.. and I seriously don’t want that to happen.



To : moony@meeow.com
Sub: Re: grievances

Hey moony kitty guy,

I have taken delivery of ur mail (though I got ur mail when the damage was already done)
Don’t worry dude(or kit! As u are a kitty, am I allowed to regard yu as a dude??)
I am a good gurl
I am for world peace but I would like to poision u and all ur kitty people thereby contributing to world peace
I love love
And I love peace
And I love not to be interrupted when I am snoozing, by some kitty who likes to hop on me, and stalk me and haunt me wherever I go.
Therefore I think. I will take some steps ASAP.

Long live world peace!
Short live(d) meowing and stalking me everywhere by kitties

Meow!! (okay I want them(the kitty people) to think like I am one of them as I want reciprocated understanding and blah and I want them to think high of me)

T.



Ahem! They gave me a forewarning???

Hello! i never got any warning. All they did was, just making trouble for me And nothing else.

Ahh!! So sad.. the mail came late

(a piece of advise: I suggest please don’t use the meow mail, its not reliable!) and I had to suffer cuz of the late mail arrival..aarghh!!

sleepy

Yawn.

I am really feeling dreadfully drained and really sluggish and dreamy eyed..

Yawn.

I necessitate to go to sleep . right here, right now.

Good night.

Bibi.





(note: the following picture was not clicked by me, just in case u think i am a good photograper cuz i am not, i have just googled the pic Yawn!)

kitty kitty everywhere!!!

Not many days have passsed since, I have posted something about a kitty and blah and astonishingly subsequent to that I have encountered the following stuffs.

Things I have stumbled upon after that kitty post :

#1. I am mechanically sleeping and I feel that someone did hit a biggy stone on me from outside (as my bed is near a window, and the window is as big as the room, so any stone or Molotov cocktail can hit me ) and my first impression is that there is probably a riot goin on!! and I am scared and petrified all while I am sleeping and then I hear my mum yell kitty kitty!! so I wake up and see that the kitty is going from my window. Thank goodness I did not have any encounter with it.

Cuz I have a thing(apparently by now, u people know that I have many issues and things), I cant hold any of the animals cuz they seem to be so malleable and all, I fear I would break their internal parts or stuffs, and I disgust touching animals mosta times, My GOD! how many germs they carry with themselves?? (okay I aint a cleanliness freak or something, but eww! I dunno somehow it disgusts me to touch any animal)

Five things which makes me wonder:

1. How could the kitty emerge at my residence, in my room at around 6 am in the night (as I was sleeping I consider it as night :p)

2. My house is quite hermetically sealed every night. And there’s no way on the face of the earth can a huge creature like a kitty can enter through the front door which is linked to the staircase.(okay roaches, ants and spidys, can come and go as they like)

3. I live on one and a half floor of the apartment(one and half means something like u know between first and second floor), I don’t think the kitty can possibly leap/hop/jump/fly and come up to my place.

4. Or the kitty did penetrate our residence during day time or something and was hiding some where and if this?? How can she be staying and hiding for such a long time, without even meowing ???

5. Or it was not a kitty at all. :o and me and mum hallucinated the kitty???
Scary.
#2. Some days back, the entrance of our house was stinking with some weird stink. I initially thought it was coming from my brother’s shoes, checked my shoes and everyone else’s shoes but nothing!

Now I have a very sharp sense of smell sometimes(I said sometimes, you would know why) , I have unusual smelling knack (tell ya laters.) so now I initiate using my sweet lil nosy to pinpoint the precise source of the stench Cuz this stink was seriously getting stenchier.

So I am now on my knees and start to pinpoint the source of the stench.. like those doggies they train to locate the bomb. Ahh! But alas I was not able to find the source of the stench. And I move on…. and the stench is still there.

Day drags by and then my maid shows up and she says that there is some kitty, who is resting in our front-door curtain and I cant see her totally, but see her legs hanging out from the curtain, a lil kitty, a lil black colord kitty. And then my maid chivvies the kitty away.

I am amazed thinking that, how come the kitty come and sit inside the curtain of our front-door??

Anyway. the stink.

Ahh! I forgot to update u people with the location of the stink, now the stores goes as… the maid chivvies the kitty, the stink prevails ..
Now after 5-6 hours of gas chamber treatment. Our neighbor tells us that there is small poop behind our door

Aha! So that lil kitty left us a souvenir. So kind of her.. arrgh!!
End of the story #2. Disgust.

#3. In the alleyway towards my apartment I see a lot of kitties loitering around, one dotted kitty, a white pregnant cat.I wasn’t knowing that she(it??) was pregnant until my mum told me that she(it??) was pregnant and then I saw here bulging tummy( saw here bulging tummy before also,i thought she is eating a lot of fatty foods), my mum says she(it??) is going to have 2 kids(or kittens) :D

#4. I see a malnutritioned kitty, it always veils herself(itself???) from everyone which makes me think that she(it??) is scared of every one. I think it is lost and is not able to find here mum.

#5. Apparently I am hearing a lot of meows and its chilling my spine!

I wonder :WHAT IN THE NAME OF HEAVENS IS GOING ON HERE???

almost attacked by a cow!! .. or bull or whatever it was..!!

Today mum asked me to take her to some store, I was not willing to go (okay I am quite a lazy bone sorta person.. I really hate to get dressed up and then drive and blah) but she pushed me to come along.

So I had to drag my self with her. Now while my mum was in that store, I was waiting for her outside the place on my vehicle. Now the thing is I was waiting outside and I see a big horned cow or bullock or something I dun know her(its??) gender :p

and now I see that it is coming towards me and I see that it is looking at me, or it wants to charge me, I feel that it is threatening me and I am scared and I wish that it takes a turn or moves away cuz and as there is a lot of sun during afternoons I was wearing a red colored veil and my outfit is also red colored and
I’v e heard somewhere that the cow people have this thing with the red color and they get furious seeing the red color(hey! During the bullfights the rodeos or whatever they are called also hold a red colored cloth.. so I guess the the bull-infuriated-by- red-color has to be true)

(Note: I think that cow has to be a bull cuz cows are lil shorter and do not possess a big hump as opposed to this, our cow was proud of having a cool height and impressive hump. Ahh! I am describing this from the eyes of a cow, if I were a cow I would sorta like this bull cuz it was a smart bull, I could even consider marrying that bull. :p

Anyway I aint a cow and I don’t want to be a cow. Cuz I am tanzy and I don’t want the bull either cuz even if I were a cow I would’ve liked G.D and G.D and G.D..

Heheh I wonder if I were a cow and I would have seen, G.d passing by me I(the cow, the animal, the female species of a bullock) would kinda stalk him heheh.. it would be fun .. haha :P )

hence I am more scared and it has big and sharp horns. And I now envision if it comes to charge me or something, I wonder, where is the probable place I would dart to and will anyone come to help me ??? will I survive the attack, so I could tell the tale to my people??

She is coming towards me and I am horrified but I do not desire to go in the store. Its quite a lackluster store so I choose to be petrified by that big-bad-red-bull . I pray to GOD that it (big-red-bull) takes a turn or something, but I aint taking any turn. I am still at the position where I was. And I refuse to run. Actually I am waiting for the moment when the bull will be around 5 feet from me and I would dart to the shop.

But thankfully it takes a turn. And hence thank GOD, he saved me or else I would not be able to write the entry.

Yay! People i surived the bull attack(ahem! i mean i could've been attacked or something..)

traditions and rituals of visiting a library.

Sunday. The boring day. I have to wake up early in the mornings as Shawn’s classes are there.

I drop him at ALOHA. And like since so many days I had planned to visit the library. As both of my books were read and I am really doing nothing nowadays. So I go to the library n I see four watchmen.(okay perhaps there was no need to mention the 4 watchmen, but they were kinda the first thing which I saw on the alley, so it had to
b said)

Now I enter the library. And where does my vision fall on?? Time stops tickling (or the clocks stop tickling cuz I never heard time tickling. Apparently I think I used tickL*ing which is wrong .the real spelling is ticking.) , every lil creature has stopped moving and there on the new arrivals rack, I see the cover of “harry potter and deathly hallows”

Oh my my!

Too good!..

But I wonder why these library people have kept only the cover and not the book… I think they know that people are crazy about HP and any wild HP fan could pilfer the book and flee with no trouble

(ahh! Point #1 If the crazy HP fan was really crazy for HP, then she/he would have purchased the book by now. So this crazy HP fanis a wannabe crazy HP fan perhaps like me.) :p… as the gate is quite near to the new arrivals rack..

So I enter the library. Submit my books and go to the “books rack”
oh bliss!.. so many books.. so many of them.. yay!
I have certain picking-a-book/books-tradition and I always follow the tradition u see

So I enter the members area (yay! I am a member! [show off. huh??])

I steadfastly go to the 3rd rack, rather than the 1st rack (if u ask me why, I would say, ahh! Just like that, it’s a part of the tradition and I have a mindset that books in the third rack are more interesting..)

Anyway I begin with scanning the 3rd rack, and then go to the rack parallel to the 3rd rack and so on…

Now I pick the books which interest me the most. Now this picking-up the so-called interesting books depends upon definite things like the cover of the book, the name of the book, the name of the author, if it is a witty book then that’s a plus, and so on. (no surprise, there are times when I go home and spurn the book. :p)

I said books. Books means plural and not singular. Probably I am showing off again but I need to tell u people that I have 2 library cards (one is my card and other is my friend’s card with whom I have no contacts now thing is when we were in the talking and meeting phase she gave me the card n we don’t talk any more as I have got poor socializing skills am a bad friend and I care less. Back to point. and every year I renew the card :D so its like my card now.)

Back on track now.

Books plural. Right?

So any number of books 2-3-4-5 books . Most people don’t mind me carrying these many books from one rack to another. I carry out the scanning process non- stop unti and unless I am convinced that the books that could interest me are already in my hands.

Now I take refuge of any rack where I can situate all these books and decide for my self, that which are the 2 books which will be lucky enough to come home with me, and I feel sad for the books which are left on the rack looking miserable and cursing their fate for not being able to come home with me.

And then comes the impish part..

U may ask ur self: what does happen to the books which were not lucky enough to come home with me??

Ahem! I hide them in between the shelves. (Hey! I aint doing anything bad or some thing, its just that, if I perform this lil ritual and for more info. Keep reading this thingy further.)

and when the arranging-the-books-in-the-library phase comes, which comes like once in a week or something, The library guys bump into my hidden books and they keep them in place.

But I still hide my books. Cuz some days I get lucky and my books remains unharmed, when I come back to the library after a week or so. And then I submit the read books and then directly run to the rack #4 and fumble in the space which is between the two adjoining racks and behind the biggy big books. And bingo! I find the books. And I can gleefully go back home or go to the readers room read some mags, go n do a zillion more things. Cuz my mission is accomplished! I was able to hide and retrieve the books. Yay! I rule!

Hey but I do not get lucky every time. Sometimes I visit the rack #4 and I see that there is nothing and nothing. And I get disappointed :p and then I start the scanning the book ritual again and the story goes. I again hide the book. Even if these library people will keep my books in its actual place and even if because of that some other member takes the book home, I live on hope and faith. And I am sometimes and most of the times lucky enough to get the books I hid earlier. I’ll keep trying.

Yay!

Anyway.

Today I went to rack #4 cuz as far as I remember I did bury two books the last time
I visited the library. So the books has to be there but no!... the books aren’t there. Perhaps that stupid library guy has moved my books.

Now I am feeling weird cuz this is second time in a row, when I am not able to retrieve my hidden book. Tanzy u gotta think quick and fast (okay I thought quick and fast were d same things!) so I quickly and fastidiously decide that it is “time” when I’l have to change the place where I hide the book and I decide that I would hide the books in rack #5 as it a regional language rack and not many books are taken form that rack, so it could face the book arranging phase and my books would be safe. :D

Now u may wonder why I hide the books..

Four reasons why I hide the books:

1. I want to be saved from the process of book choosing.

2. It saves time. And u know time is like money.

3. It saves the book from the other readers (who would also find it interesting
and will reissue the book like I do, and I wont be able to see the face of the book for ages. Sigh.)

4. Its quite fun hiding the book and retrieving it later.. ha ha

Out of track again!

Arrgh!

Changed the hiding rack # .right??

So now after I decided to change the rack number. I spend a hour and a half scanning the racks

Following things occur when I was scanning the racks:

#1. And I see a man sitting down and reading the books by “Jackie Collins” I think: ahh! Jackie Collins, what a dumb guy he is to read Jackie Collins! (okay I don’t say that Jackie is a bad author or something, but given a chance I wont read Jackie Collins. I would scan the library for better books. Like they say “there are many good fishes in the sea or ocean.. something like that” n I would really fish some good book.
(Yeah sometimes it also occurs that I end up with a total nonsensical book. But I read the book, even if u hand me a Jackie Collins books or any other tomfoolery’s book I would read it and read it till the end.)
Okay so according to me this man Is stupid.

#2. Now as I move forward there is a lady who is blocking my way. Cuz I want to peek
in the rack, where she is trying to scan the book. I get peeved and I move on.

#3. I already have pulled out 3 books and still scanning. Now I have 3 fat books in my hands and I am passing by the same lady. And she gives me a eerie look, I move
on. (I need a calm place to decide which 2 books are coming home with me and which ones are going to be in the waiting list) and Suddenly my vision goes on another cool book(okay. It appears cool. I don’t know if its is good or not) and I instantaneously pick it up. Now I am holding a mountain of 4 fat books and the lady is standing quite like 4 steps away from me.

I pose all the four books on a rack and then try to decide which ones to take. And I can see that this lady wants me to move or something so that she could have a look on my books, I am a very green person. As soon as I sense her intensions, I pick all the 4 books and move in way so that she can go. And imitating as if I was blocking her way and now I am giving her place to leave. And then I leave the rack and go to my rack #5 (my new choice for hiding books. If u have already forgotten. U lil brains!) and I take a lengthy time to settle on which book to take cuz I know, as soon as I would get the books issued. I would regret not taking the other one. So I cautiously take 2 and leave two wailing books on rack #5. And gaily leave the library.

#4. I go to the reading room. This is a place where u can go and read mags and newspapers forF-R-E-E (I love the word free :p).. I again take 2 mags and get absorbed in reading.

#5. I get a call from Sharon. I get up as quick as possible (cuz firstly this reading room is a no mobile ringer zone, and the person in charge would shout at me or something n I seriously dont like the idea of any tomfoolery shouting at me, and I would get furious and there could be a scene!) but I discover that it was a missed call. I am now half standing and half sitting on the chair.

I feel embarrassed as the guy1 beside me, stares at me in this weird position, now I again get seated and try to enter in the book world but I again hear the ring tone I stand up and once again the ringer stops. Now I am like weird. I try to give a missed-call to Sharon and get out of the place and I turn and I head towards the gate (cuz I fear the library guy) and after 1000 milliseconds or something I realize that Sharon was standing behind me and I am standing in the reading room trying to miss-call(okay miss call isn’t a correct word, but il use that word. Any problems??) Sharon

(need I need to mention nick?, its like taken for granted that nick would be there, aint it?? okay last time I was quite irked with Sharon and nick but seriously today I see them n I know, I love them, u know. sorta. ) I had a date with “femina” and a comp mag today but Sigh. I had to break my date with them and I leave both of them on the table without putting them back in their place. Cuz I thought I would talk to Sharon and nick for some time and come back and resume my date the lib man even pointed to me that I had to put the mags in place but I assured him that I would b back in sometime (I secretly thought that I would have a short talk with them and then come back to reading room and resume my reading ahem my date! I don’t like my dates waiting for me, u see. I am a cultured gurl!)

As it turns out. I start talking talking and talking to them and forget about the world, so don’t think of me thinking about my date with the books and not so happy incharge library guy!

Now I again talk, laugh, talk, laugh, talk, laugh and set on my way back home.
On my way back home, this is the time when I actually remember about my word to the library guy. And my date!

Oh boy!

I feel bad. My date would be feeling miserable or perhaps irky as I left them without notice and I really feel bad.

And I feel that library guy was a friendly guy.

(#1 repetition over here. Library guy - friendly guy. Why don’t u use a sensible sentence like. Library guy was friendly and full stop???

#2. I need no grammar classes from a stupid person like u.

#1. Yeah I can see that who’s stupid who uses unnecessary repetition of words.

#2. Hey number 1 u are such a looser. Don’t u have something more important to do
rather than just criticizing others stuff.

#1. U called me a loose?? Arrghhh!!!

#2. Looser! Looser! Looser!

#1. (silence)

#2. Number 1 is a looser loose looser!

#1. (silence))

Sigh. I am a baddy in front of the library guy now.

Okay hell with the incharge library guy or i must say uncle. Who cares :D

But my dates. Sigh. Sob. Wail.

Will I ever be able to show my face to my date??

I know I would have to show my face to him soon within a week and I think I will reconcile with my date. It is a good mag. And besides being a female mag. It does understand and value females better.

Okay pray for me people that “may my date forget everything and give a shot to our relationship” :D

okay and one more thing i need to make clear i dont kidnap the books, i just hide them, so i aint a kidnapper, i am just a book reader an innocent reader, who adores books. There is a big and broad and colorful line of difference between a kidnapper and a person-who-hides-things.

i am sleepy

gotta go.

bibi.

death of a kitty.. whom should i blame??

Well I came to know that, a handful of people have been reading (or atleast drop-by/ perhaps those who have sleeping problems, come here and try to read my stuff, and fall asleep the second moment / blah) my blog lately. I don’t know who u guys are or something like that.

But seriously people, don’t u think that, when u visit someones page, u should leave a comment. Cuz visting and not leaving a comment is very offensive! Hey! I never said that u have to praise my rantings or something.

So people next time u visit this place. Please leave a comment. :o (okay I may sound like a despo-gurl-who-needs-comments or something. :p)

But no I aint a despo (or am i??). I am just a lil fragile hearted gurl, and when this lil fragile hearted gurl comes to know that she had 50+ visitors and no comments her heart ached, seriously people ( yeah! Dead serious! I am right now in the I.C.U .. hehe not the I.C.U the hospital guys have, but the Intensive Cranky Unit) :p

Now even after my caution and all, if u people wont comment. Then..

Then….

I ask an uncomplicated question :D

Are ur eyes capable to see this innocent lil kitty???

Yes or no??

Umm I suppose u can see this lil innocent kitty. :D

So I will shoot* this kitty if u don’t leave a comment. And u would be responsible
for death of an innocent creature.

Yes u and only u.

Now the choice is yours.

Heheh :p


(Footer note)* Shoot here stands for taking pics and vids of the innocent lil kitty (I aint the cruella from the “101 dalmations” and as I have mentioned above I am a fragile hearted poor lil gurl. I can never in my life think about killing an innocent lil kitty, if the innocent lil kitty turns into an impish-lil-man-eater kitty, I would have to perhaps consider about killing the kitty :o, sorry folks I aint those types who can sacrifice themselves for an impish-lil-man-eater kitty!) if u don’t know the meaning of shoot I would help u right here right now :D.

gimme a minute.

Okay now. I wanted to give u some dictionary meanings of the word shoot. And here’s what I got :D :p >>>>

“shoot1 /ʃut/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[shoot] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation verb, shot, shoot•ing, noun
–verb (used with object)
1. to hit, wound, damage, kill, or destroy with a missile discharged from a weapon.
2. to execute or put to death with a bullet: to be shot at sunrise.
3. to send forth or discharge (a missile) from a weapon: to shoot a bullet.
4. to discharge (a weapon): to shoot a gun.
5. to send forth (words, ideas, etc.) rapidly: to shoot questions at someone.
6. to fling; propel: The volcano shot lava high into the air.
7. to direct suddenly or swiftly: Shoot the spotlight on the doorway. He shot a smile at his wife.
8. to move suddenly; send swiftly along.
9. to go over (country) in hunting game.
10. to pass rapidly through, over, down, etc.: to shoot rapids.
11. to emit (a ray or rays, as of light) suddenly, briefly, or intermittently.
12. to variegate by threads, streaks, etc., of another color.
13. to cause to extend or project: He shot out his arm and grabbed the ball.
14. to discharge or empty, as down a chute: Do not shoot rubbish here!
15. Sports.
a. to throw, kick, or otherwise propel (a ball, puck, etc.), as at a goal or teammate.
b. to score (a goal, points, etc.) by propelling the ball, puck, etc.
16. Games. to propel (a marble) from the crook or first knuckle of the forefinger by flicking with the thumb.
17. (in dice games
a. to throw (the dice or a specific number).
b. to wager or offer to bet (a sum of money): I'll shoot ten bucks.
18. Photography. to photograph or film.
19. to put forth (buds, branches, etc.), as a plant.
20. to slide (a bolt or the like) into or out of its fastening.
21. to pull (one's cuffs) abruptly toward one's hands.
22. Golf. to make a final score of (so many strokes): He shot a 73 on the first 18 holes of the tournament.
23. to take the altitude of (a heavenly body): to shoot the sun.
24. to detonate; cause to explode, as a charge of explosives.
25. Aeronautics. to practice (a maneuver) by repetition: to shoot landings.
26. Slang. to inject (an addictive drug) intravenously.
–verb (used without object)
27. to send forth missiles from a bow, firearm, or the like.
28. to be discharged, as a firearm.
29. to hunt with a gun for sport: He fishes, but he doesn't shoot.
30. to move or pass suddenly or swiftly; spurt: The car shot ahead and was soon out of sight.
31. Nautical. to acquire momentum and coast into the wind, as a sailboat in a confined area.
32. to grow forth from the ground, as a stem.
33. to put forth buds or shoots, as a plant; germinate.
34. Photography. to photograph.
35. Movies. to film or begin to film a scene or movie.
36. to extend; jut: a cape shooting out into the sea.
37. Sports, Games.
a. to propel a ball, puck, etc., at a goal, basket, pocket, etc., or in a specific direction: He shot for the green with a five iron.
b. to propel a ball in a specific way: The center shoots left-handed.
38. to be felt by or flow through or permeate the body: Pain shot through his injured arm. Chills shot up and down her spine.
39. to carry by force of discharge or momentum: The missile left its pad and shot thousands of miles into space.
40. Informal. to begin, esp. to begin to talk: I want to hear your complaint, so shoot!
–noun
41. the act of shooting with a bow, firearm, etc.
42. Chiefly British. a hunting trip or expedition.
43. a match or contest at shooting.
44. a growing or sprouting, as of a plant.
45. okay I kno u wont reacd each and every crossed meaning so I typed in between.. hehe :p
46. the amount of such growth.
47. a young branch, stem, twig, or the like.
48. a sprout that is not three feet high.
49. a chute.
50. Rocketry. the launching of a missile.
51. Informal. a photographic assignment or session, as for a feature film or a television commercial: The actress is away on a shoot.
52. Rowing. the interval between strokes.
53. Mining.
a. a small tunnel branching off from a larger tunnel.
b. a narrow vein of ore.
—Verb phrases
54. shoot down,
a. to cause to fall by hitting with a shot: They shot down several ducks.
b. Informal. to disparage, reject, or expose as false or inadequate; debunk: to shoot down a popular theory.
55. shoot for or at, to attempt to obtain or accomplish; strive toward: He is shooting for a higher production level.
56. shoot up,
a. to grow rapidly or suddenly.
b. Informal. to damage or harass by reckless shooting: cowboys shooting up the town.
c. to wound by shooting: He shot up the lion, but his guide killed it.
d. Slang. to inject an addictive drug intravenously.
—Idioms
57. shoot from the hip, to act or speak without due consideration or deliberation.
58. shoot off one's mouth or face, Slang.
a. to talk indiscreetly, esp. to reveal confidences, make thoughtless remarks, etc.
b. to exaggerate: He likes to shoot off his mouth about what a great guy he is.
59. shoot one's bolt. bolt1 (def. 28).
60. shoot one's wad. wad1 (def. 13).
61. shoot the breeze. breeze1 (def. 11).
62. shoot the bull. bull3 (def. 2).
63. shoot the works. work (def. 54).”


Scrolling till #62 without actually reading at all :p

Sorry guys. This post was supposed to be a shorter one. As I was just supposed to growl about u people not commenting and the end.

But destiny has its own plans. And we have to accept whatever destiny has in store for us. :D :p

Anyway. the thing is that, all the striked-out meanings does not mean what I wanted “shoot” to mean. And the non striked-out meaning i.e the meaning #18 is the meaning :D

And yes! Even if I wanted to shoot-shoot i.e photograph the innocent lil kitty
kitty’s snap. And theres no way on the face of earth I can find this kitty. It is going to be a hard harder and hardest thing for me or anyone . as I goggled this innocent lil kitty and even if I found the address of the kitty by searching for here day and night I wont be able to get to her ..

Nine reasons why I cant shoot this innocent-lil-kitty:

1. This kitty could be a mother of 15-20 kittens and she(it?) would be in a bad shape and even if I passed by this kitty I would think of this kitty as an “old mama” kitty and keep on searching the innocent lil kitty:

2. This kitty could be father of 15-20 kittens and would be on world tour as his(it’s) kids are now grown up and now he’s(its?) free of all his(its) responsibilities.

3. This kitty could be in love with some cat and she ran away with her cf(cat friend).

4. The cat was our “innocent lil kitty” who ran away with its female companion.

5. The kitty is probably dead. Sigh. Sob. Wail. (as God knows when was the picture of this kitty taken, like 2 or 3 decades back, or even 1 decade back. I think lifespan of a kitty is not that long. Sob. Sigh. Wail.)

6. The kitty is murdered. She(it?) was murdered when she(it?) tried to steal some fish from Mr. doggy’s plate. Sob. Sigh. Wail

7. The kitty suffered from accident and she’s(it’s?) dead. She(it?) died when she was trying to save a mouse from the starving and she ate it, but the mouse was a poisoned mouse and she(it?) died. Sob. Sigh. Wail.

8. She(it?) fell from a nine storied building. And died on the spot. Sob. Sigh. Wail.

9. She(it?) is waiting for me to find her. But I can never find her(it?). As I am too lazy to go and start a search-campaign.

Ahh! I forgot .

What was I talking about in the first place :o ?

Yawn! m bored now.

Lemme go to sleep.

I can get an award for Crap-talk.

wrong spelling thing.

Actually I was not sure of the spelling of barbelofelis.. I knew how to pronounce it. but the spelling(okay u people already know by now, that I have no knowledge about language. I am dumb at grammar. Hell! I am dumb at almost everything. I even don’t know the a,c,b.d of sentence construction :o)

Anyway so I wanted to show some pics of barbelofelis to u people.

So I googled this by entering barbelofeils. And bingo! What I got is this >>

“Did you mean: barbourofelis (did i??)

No standard web pages containing all your search terms were found. (seriously these google guys are dumb!)

Your search - barbelofelis - did not match any documents.

Suggestions:(aww cool, i now wonder : is google my long lost brother something?? cuz it seems to be like a helpful person, like me :D (hugs google bro))

• Make sure all words are spelled correctly. (arrrgh! hell yes! i have undoubtedly inserted the right/correct spelling. Yeah thanks to my grammatical savvy, i always spell things correctly. ahem! thats what i think :o)

• Try different keywords .(key and words?? Eh?? Do I have to scan a key or something??)

• Try more general keywords.” (general? Hey I am googling about an animal not about wars or something, that u saying general, colonel and blah”

My god I thought. I would be the culprit of misguiding innocent–dumb people. And so I was duty-bound to tell u people that the spelling of barbelofelis is not correct.

Its actually spells like “barbourofelis” (actually I had to copy-paste it from the “Did you mean: barbourofelis ” thing. cuz I still have no grip of the spelling!)

Actually there are a lot of pics of the barbourofelis. Ahh! The spelling is pretty long n tough, I would rather call it “barb” from now on. :D(every time i want to talk about barbourofelis(note: pasted spelling) i have to copy paste it,hence i think "barb" is a reasonable name :D)

I have seen a lot of barb fights and barbs on the discovery channel. They are sorta cute, and strong, and all :D

So I here present a barb from the movie “ice age” cuz this is the cutest barb I could google.

Talking bout the primitive stuff.. mammoths were wow!.. I cant see the mammoths(for those who dont know,giant mammoths are also extinct creatures. Sigh.) I wish I could see the African elephant face to face. The huge animal In wilderness and me. Wow! Seems cool! :D

And one more thing I think u people should know is that: (again! i am brawling about this for the second time in a single post but this time its for a good purpose. ahem!):

I aint a language teacher. I aint good at grammar. I aint good at metaphors. I aint good at anything. I don’t know nothing about anything. So please do not blame me for my poor language skills. I suggest u blame urself and help this poor lil tanzy by gifting her with a chocolate or chocolate :D. I think that would definitely cheer the poor lil girl up :D :p

(p.s I don’t like bounty, anything without coconut Is welcome, ofcourse who ever gives 1rs or two rs chocolate to the “ poor lil gurl”, would be ceremoniously cursed with a life devoid of chocolates and full of “pumpkins” as for example she/he would only get food made from pumkin. Like pumkin burger, pumpkin pie, pumpkin sandwich and pumpkin rice and blah :D”

trojan horse unveiled!! .. ahem! partially though.

Okay after reading my post my twin decided to tell me the reason behind the comp-guys naming the Trojan-horse(the virus, in case u do not know :p)

When NJ informed me that he knew the reason, I was quite like u know. What? How?? I mean the dumb guy knows?? And me? I don’t?? why??

So it came out that this lazybones. Sometimes do read books??(ehh?? Excuse me?? What did ya just say?? Read?? And NJ?? There has to be some mistake??)

He likes to read book about roman empires and all.. (I never thought of picking this sorta book :o.)



So he asked me if I knew something about romans and rome and troy (aww romans. I don’t have much knowledge about rome n blah. All I know its that when I was in 10th grade. We had this stupid poem about Helen of troy and Archilles. So I know the names. And then when I was in this playin-pc-games-all-day phase. I used to play this strategy game called rome or something. So I know. Other than that, I don’t have a clue.)

Hmm so he said that the Archilles or some guy was invincible and he could not be killed by anyone (duh! Invincible and not killed by anyone :D wow! I thought they were pretty like same things :p). now when he said not killed n all. I was teleported in flash back where my language teacher was telling us sumthin about Achilles and I think, if I am not that forgetful, his only vulnerable point was his heel or something. Anyway. so he was telling me that stuff.. and he said there was some wall or something , and something else he said I don’t remember now. And he said that Trojan was the name of the horse . okay I think he said Archilles's horse. And then he was giving me more info. And I don’t remember something did occur.. yepp my net was not working so. We stop at that. And then now I always forget to ask him about this thing.

And hence I still don’t know the reason behind, comp-guys naming Trojan horse.

Okay now I conclude following things, after this half conversation with NJ:

1. Trojan was the name of a horse

2. This whole thing is about the troy thing. Helen is the culprit.

3. Archilles was invincible ("was supposed to be invincible" but he was not invincible, he did die in the end, thanks to his heel or toe or whatever it was)

4. This whole thing reminds me of a movie ”troy” starring brad pitt. And I always wanted to watch the movie. Sigh. I never could.(okay I am quite confused if troy was the movie in which “anjelina jolie” was brad’s mum(hhehe )or was it “Alexander”?? I m confused now! This whole roman empire nostalgia. Now makes me think about “the gladiator” its was a good movie. And I specially liked the fight with tigers (since tiger my favorite animal after barbelofelis (this is the scientific name, n I mostly use this name)aka “i-forgot-its-name” … after 12 seconds of intense thinking. I could remember that the name of my favorite animal is “saber-tooth” goshhh! Its like so good, and strong , like too good. Sigh. Its an extinct animal. But this is my first favorite animal, and in case we cannot consider the extinct animals. Then my fav animal is the tiger .. “grrrowwwwlll”)

5. Wall of troy or something had a part in the storyline.

6. The comp-guy who named Trojan horse virus, was a roman

6(a). The comp guy who named Trojan horse virus was a roman empire fan

6(b). The comp guys who named Trojan horse virus was threatened to death by the roman people, to include Trojan horse( they wanted to be famous or something)and he got scared n named the virus in honor or the horse the roman horse :p

6(c). The comp guys who named Trojan horse virus was a corrupt guy, who took money from roman people and included the name of the horse.

7. NJ reads books!

8. I’m so dumb!

P.S : I really don’t know the real spelling of Archilles. So incase u are offended by my spelling mistakes and typos and grammar. Please GO BACK TO WHERE U CAME FROM. :p

Thank u. :D

independece day and a true patriot

15th august. Wednesday

NJ is a true patriot. As Independence Day was round the corner. He did keep his orkut dp and I suggested him, this year he needs to keep something that is prepared by himself n not those googled dp’s. he kept his dp like “countdown :15 days left for independence day” and all everyday… (ok so at least someone listens to me!) wow! :o now on independence day he has changed hi dp(prepared by himself). It had text something like “wake the spirit”.. ahh I doubt?? What sort of spirit he wants to wake??


Eh ?? is it the zombie spirit?? Or the spirit of some serial killer? Or some baddy?? Or spirit of demon?? My GOD. I wonder why Nj has kept his tagline :o ??is it that he wants the demon age to come back? NJ is not a good guy any more. LORd forgive him for his sins. :p


or


Wake the spirit.. ?? is he perhaps talking about the spirit lamp?? Like u know. He wants to say that, please light the spirit lamps in the merriment of our independence??


or


Wake the spirit..??? ahem! spirit is the name of his new gf :D :p.. and he wants to say that wake spirit :D on independence day. n he has used “the spirit” as me n him both are poor at grammar :P.,. so this “the” in “wake the spirit” is possibly a grammatical mistake :p


Anywaz….


This is just the beginning. Okay now that crackpot even changed his “caller tune”. And in case u don’t know what a caller tune is. It is something that u hear as a substitute of the fone ring i.e “tring tring” when u call them . okay now don’t confuse it with the “ring tone”


Okay so difference between caller tune and ring tone :D (I know, I know I am a helpful person :D, thank u )


Caller tune:


Definition:
A tune or song instead of a typical “tring tring” which u hear when u call a ur mum/dad/friend/sibling/significant other/ or any tomfoolery, is known as a caller tune.


Ring tone:


Definition:
A tune or song instead of a typical “tring tring” which u hear when ur mum/dad/friend/sibling/significant other/ or any tomfoolery calls u, is known as a ring tone


Caller tune: This is a paid service (incase u are a penny-pincher. I think this service is not for u.)


Ring tone: This is a free-of-charge service (incase ur a penny-pincher. I think this service is for u and in case u aren’t a penny pincher, then too this service is for u.)


Caller tune: Caller tune can play song in any language


Ring tone: A ring tone can play song in any language. (ahh! so it is not a difference. And so this does not quite belong in here.)


Caller tune: Now this is something which the person u call has to activate
Ring tone: And this is something which the person who has the phone has to activate.


Caller tune: but the person who has made a call to the person who activated the thing, will hear this thing and not to the person who has activated the service.
Ring tone: The person who is being called will hear the ring tone. And not the person who has called.


okay now I think u have a clear picture of caller tune and ring tone in ur head :D

Ahh!! Where was i?? yepp :D :p

Nj changed his caller tune to some patriotic song (wow now u know why I said he’s a true patriot) and I must say he’s done a great job! (ahh! After all hez my twin! He ought to do great things like me! :D) okay now I seriously wont waste my money switching caller tunes and all

:o one is enough for me :o

And I still don’t understand why I have activated this caller tune. i mean spending few bucks a month for a caller tune?? Can u imagine I , myself and tanzy?? Activating a caller tune?(long story) Okay I love the song. N u know which song is my caller tune :D

It’s sorta was or is considered the teen-anthem.. any guess?? Umm .. so the song is “smells like teen spirit” – Nirvana

Speaking of nirvana…u kno. I always wonder. About curt cobain.. was he murdered or did he commit suicide??

Its such a shame that all the new technology detective people and FBI’s and blah’s could not make out. I mean think about it. They are the people who can solve so many weird criminal mysteries ( I know, cuz I was a regular viewer of medical detectives, and crime files!) but why could they not find. This thing. Okay the door was locked from inside as far as I know. But the way he was lying is a suspicious position and on his suicide letter. Half of the hand writings were his. But the part where he says that I am blah blah going to suicide or sumthin, were not his hand writing. I really need an explanation over here!

Arrgh! again out of track!

Okay independence day. NJ.

So speaking of NJ u know, last year also he did something like that. But u know. This time I also did prepare my hand(read: ms paint) made national flag n kept it was my dp :D

I love orignatily. Theres noting good in googling some flags or sumthin, but when u make it ur self. U feel good!

Anway.

Today is the independence day!

And I would like to say…

This is the 60th birthday of my mother INDIA.

I wish her a happy birthday. And may she is able to purge all the corruption, and the communism, and nepotism and other –ism’s (I know there are a hell lot or -ism’s in my country) and may she live a long and happy life :D


Jai HINd!

offspring naming thing

If I ever get lucky enough to get a guy for myself, and get married. And then I would have offspring’s. I would like to name them as follows :D (Okay I like twins a lot, they are so cute n sweet and twins have enthralled me since ages like from my childhood, I used to think that I would have twins a boy-girl/ girl-girl/ boy-boy/ girl-boy. Any gender in any order will do :D)

Names of lil boys and lil gurls:

1. For my lil gurls: Xenobia, xenab, xareena

2. For my lil boys: Xain or xen, Xakhir, X(I am still not sure about this name.) p.s for this entry see some time later :p

So my offspring’s name would be as follows:

* Boy-girl =

o Xain/ xen-xenobia,

o Xain/ xen-xenab,

o Xain/ xen-xareena

o xakhir-xenobia,

o xakhir-xenab,

o xakhir-xareena :D

* Girl-girl =

o xenobia-xenab,

o xenobia-xareen,

o xenab-xareen

* Boy-boy =

o Xain/ xen-xakhir

ha ha … :D
(Parenthetical note: here it is assumed that I will have twins.)

umm okay as u must have guessed till now (those ofcourese who have somewhat brains, and this note is for the brain-dead people. Anyway. I have this thing which makes me want to name my kids with the word “X” yeah! :D

R.I.P tanzy

15 things would come about, If my soul departs my body, right here , right now :

1. This entry would be incomplete.

2. I wont be able to brawl at the net-fixing people as they come to my place (My internet is not working and these dumb-@ss internet fixing guys haven’t showed up. They asked me to get my pc formatted and I dutifully got the pc formatted, then that dumb-@ss, again came n told me to format both the drives(grrrr) okay I did that too, and now I am calling those Dumb-@ss people since Saturday morning, and non one has showed up yet. I have made 3 calls per day. And this entry is being typed as I call this dumb-@ss customer service guy and yell at him (so I have a lot of venom inside of me :D, and by the way u know I love shouting :D) now I am waiting for this dumb-@ss internet guy to come and fix the thing, cuz now I am bored and frustrated, I want to have a glimpse of GD’s sb right away )

3. I haven’t seen my significant other, forget about meeting him (no no no! I dun want my soul to depart right now!! Arrgh!)he wont even know that a person with such a beautiful heart and soul and yadda yadda existed (hey! Atleast he has to think high of me :D) Sob. He is going to have a great loss. Sob. :D

4. Shawn will get to eat my chocolates, drive my “dhanno”, use my cellphone, and will get to use the pc for more time, he would think of himself as the “ emperor of the pc” (No! I dun want my soul to depart, not after hearing all this!)

5. Mum would fret now, as from now on, whenever the maid wont show up. She wont get any free housekeeping services!

6. I would not be able to be dressed in “sherara” at dee’s nuptial (noooo!!!)

7. GD wont know that I am dead. I m quite like dead for him since like ages now. I haven’t had any text from his side. Sob.

8. NJ would cry a river (yay! Atlast someone will cry for my loss) NJ is my twin(not my biological twin but a twin(long story tell ya later), and in case he does not cry, my ghost would make his pc’s hard-disk crash, throw this R.A.M, and put 15-20 cd’s after him, and last but not the least I WOULD CUT HIS BEAUTIFUL LONG HAIR INTO SPIKES (ha ha) im sure that this much is more then enough to make him to cry a river and just as a lil addendum I would put glycerin drops in his eyes :D

9. As I have a few friends and I am poor at keeping contacts with them, no one will ever know until one day when all my offlines and mails will go un answered. Sharon would probably call my place. To find that I live no more :D haha :D and then one fine day u would meet Sharon somewhere and u by mistake mention me. And then Sharon says that I have left the dimension :D :p (okay Sharon will come to know as soon as my soul departs so, I will tell Sharon not to notify anyone about departure of the soul from my body, until and unless they ask about me, why bother and tell them about me, when they don’t care :D)

10. My mail box will be full with all those “u win a 100 million lottery” and “buy this and that” spam’s (Ahh! I would miss those spam’s)

11. I would never know what happened in the “harry potter and the deathly hallows” (okay, I aint an HP fan something, its just that I am a lil inquisitive about the ending as I have read all the 6 books. Of course I am not going to waste my money and buy the book or something, I would just wait for the book to come to the library and read. Or borrow it from dee when she comes back over here. (yeah may it be anything, all I want to know is what happened in the end!)

#1 Okay girl as u said u are inquisitive about the ending of the storyline, then why don’t u go to some website and see for yourself?

#2 yeah I m inquisitive bt not that, okay I will try to visit to some website if I get time. Yawn.(I would have to google and blah. And if I wanted to google wont I be googling something more important than just googling about this HP?)

#1 u lazy bone!

#2 u rusty bone :p

#1shut up n do ur own work

#2 shut up n do ur own work

#1 I am hungry

#2 okay hungry dungry go away :p

12. What will happen to my library cards? Sob.

13. Number 13 is a good number :D some buildings do not have the 13th floor, they directly have the 14th floor , but I. myself, and tanzy have the 13th number in the list. :D

14. Wont get free chocolates from Ivan.

15. I would die as a high-school pass out. Shame.

Okay now enough bitching about all this :o

The world Is mean. Hard-core mean! I am dead since like a week and no one. No effin person did call me up/ asked me where I was/ mail/offlines/ nothing doing. I hate every one now. No problemo!

So now I know for sure no one would know that tanzy panzy is six feet under :o

Pity.

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Sunday. Boring day.( I know my most of the lines start with “boring” my lines are boring.)

I was supposed to wake up at 8 30 am as I had to take Shawn to some math class(math class is called ALOHA : tell thy about it later) my mom tried to wake me up. In vain. And then after some time, I heard a serenade. My mum was singing it, it was so so un-appealingly furious serenade that I had to wakeup at 8 50. I got ready n took a book and set out for ALOHA. As this class is once a week for two hours, and I cant just drop him and then go to pick him up, that sounds boring to me, and very tedious, instead I sit there and read a book, or loiter around like going to the library n read. Now I need to tell you, that I am a reading-freak, I like reading a lot, reading anything, reading mags, or fiction or anything(exception : my course study book, ha ha. Whenever I am in a dire need to sleep but cant sleep I used to take my course study book, and in a jiffy u would notice that I am teleported to a new dimension!) I am a regular visitor of the city library and read at least 1 book a week ( I have two library cards. yay!)

I am such a dimwit, u can hand me any damn book and I would make sure that the book is read till the last page (okay u haven’t read any world war book yet, as no one handed me the book and I wont take this sorta book on my card but still I have read pretty weird books) and the mostly I complete a 500- 600 paged book in two days. Okay I m weird. And I am blind I kinda skip all that boring description part like: there was a blah blah colored blah blah. And then the blah blah.. blah blah.. yadda yadda beautiful blah blah… ) sorta thing.. hey! I don’t skip everything I just make sure that the boring description of non useful things is skipped.

Back on track:

So day passes by I spend two hours reading the book, Shawn came out, I drove back home, I had to stop at few places to buy some grocery stuff mum asked me to buy, went back home, and spent the rest of my time reading.

At 12 pm, as it was Sunday on our TV they show an old flick and so today’s movie was “the bird of hope” a black and white movie. My dorkitude sometimes make me watch all these stupid movies. I was trying to watch this movie, but today we(me and the movie) did not mesh well, I was bored and I switch off the TV while the hero was singing a song while driving his bicycle “ the bird of hope.. will fly high in sky..” I could not take it anymore. I’d rather read than get bored to death. Bt amusingly sometimes I choose watching a boring movie.. :o… anyway, after I complete the book, i came back to the world once again :D.. n I was sleepy. Needed a nap badly. But instead I had to some chore. After completing the thing, I went back to bed. But I couldnot sleep at all … arrgh!! All sorts of thoughts gushed into my head… mostly nonsensical things.. and I got lost thinking about non important things..

The door-bell rings. My maternal aunt with her kids come to visit us. I thought I would play possum, instead greeted her n the kids.. rose and franko they are 8 and 10 year olds respectively. So my house is filled with kids. And I play with them (okay I like to play with kids but sometimes they get off the record and irk u like our are some miserable poor thing.)we play this game where I am a zombie and I repeatedly utter “beggar no begging, beggar no begging” I really don’t understand why the like to play with me. Cuz I am an adult, a grown up, they don’t play the games with dee, which they play with me. What is wrong?? Why they ask me to play? I guess dee would never play a zombie game or fight with them like crazy, the way I do. :D

Anyway the “zombie beggar” game was quite funny and I liked the game, where I was the zombie and three innocent humans were rose, Shawn, and franko

I walked in a zombie’ish way and made my voice a bit huskier :D.. it was fun.. killing the innocent humans n ripping them off with my deadly paws :D

Most of the times, whenever they come to visit our place, me, Shawn, rose n franko play a number of games and have fun n laugh n giggle. I love everything that makes me laugh :D (exceptions: I hate tickling. That is a total no-no thing for me)today was just the zombie game and no other game as I was engrossed in a discussion with my uncle. My kins had dinner at my place and left at around 10.

today I have a zillion things to bitch about , but my body needs an emergency shutdown. am feeling a hell lot sleepy.

Next time I come here. Please remind me to bitch about my brain-dead net connection, my friends who even don’t bother to leave me an offline so forget about anything else from their side, and my old age!

Bibi

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peeved

Today was a… yawn. Nothing interesting transpired today. And I was like. Yawn. Okay so I am boring.

Something very special about Saturdays is that on Saturdays. The tv people show this puppet thingy show on the radio (dork! Tv people would broadcast the show on the TV only na?? I seriously recommend u to take some medication!) . And that puppet show has a character “Elmo” in it. And believe me, he’s so cute (he’s got this biggy big nose, and potato shaped eyes, and red fur on him)and he’s DUMB! I like the dumb tone in which he speaks (that tone is so Popsicle sweet!) the show is fairly boring apart from the part when Elmo shows up that’s when I start to watch the show :D

I hate to socialize much. I mean I hate it. okay I know I hate a lot of things. But socialize?? My GOD!

exceptions: dee n Sharon

now I don’t like anyone else coming alone with them when I meet them up, like whenever Sharon comes to meet me, she drags this nick with her. Okay its bearable if she drags him once or twice. Bt I am irked now. Cuz whenever its me n her meeting, this nick is there. Okay nick aint a baddy or something. He’s sharons boyfriend.

Bt I demand an explanation over here. Is this every much necessary to drag ur bf or gf anywhere n everywhere.?And why cant the significant other not understand that sharon’s friend wants to meet her and have some girl bonding? Which is totally ruined with presence of nick? Why cant Sharon think that she can sometimes come to meet me alone? Cuz I really hate it now. I mean girls day out is a bit of fun. But when “the bf” shows up its like, I am really revolted by this thing. Okay I understand that they love each other ( ha ha :p.. I mean loving does not mean to drag ur nick everywhere. Have some sense.. grrr)

Sometime ago when I used to go out with dee. William used to come. Umm. Okay now dat was not that boring as nick. Ahem! Nick aint boring though bt William was something different. I think, or I must say. infact there were only one or two times, when I got bored and was cursing both of them(long story) they were best frenz. Willam was my good friend too. i never talked with him on phone, except for times when dee and William had some brawl. Or when dee was talkin to him,(I hate talkin to guys on phone as I have said before I m pure-boring, I mean what is the topic on which u will talk?? Eh? Okay NJ, exceptions are always there, NJ is like me. u know stupid n dumb n all so I can talk to him) and we used to poke fun at dee together.

lemme tell you how he was:

1. He ought to be about like a lil more or less than 5 feet and 7 inches (but no more than 5’8 okay I think that he has to be 5’7 becuz 5’8 and William no way!)

2. He was sorta guy at the age of 22 u kno, all those high-school gurls would fall for, he looked chocolatey sweet(seriously to me he still looks like a 12th grader..not like our piece of cake :p)

3. He had this crush on my dee :p

4. He was a flirt ha ha (ofcourse not with me n dee or else I would have killed him with a chainsaw mele!)

5. I still think that he’s a lil baby

William was a nice guy “was” as he is married now. (child marriage probably) so dee has no contacts with him. :D

Now will anyone please let me know?? What was I talking about in the first place which ended with a comprehensive intro about William??

Lemme scroll up and see :o

Draggin your significant other while meeting ur friend. Right?

So its damn boring man! Seriously.

Mental note : I would never drag my significant other when my friend wants to meet me.. she would have to mention me to drag him with me, then and then only I would ask him to come along.

I had a date with Sharon today. Tanzy thinks: yay! We would go to some jewelry shop and then have some drinks n talk talk. I give her a missed call. (did ya forget this is miss tanzy the penny-pincher??) now she texts me that she would be free in 10 mins .(tanzy: normal) I was hoping that this would be a girls day out and now the later part of text says, “yeah nick would reach the place in a short time “( argh!.. excuse me sharon?? Who invited nick ?? I did not? Why is he coming? Is there not any work pending, he has to do? Was he not supposed to take his mother somewhere important? Tell me this is a joke?? blah blah?) so my girls day out now turned into a girls day out with a boyfriend of the girl who always drags himself with the girlfriend!

Seriously people one can not imagine how it feels, because when a bf is around u cant talk they way u talk I mean u can laugh and all?ofcourse I can talk with Sharon when he’s around, its just that I like to talk to my good friends and only friends he can be considered as a only friend. But that is cuz Sharon is with him, she is the link between me ne nick, if the link is no more, I wont talk to him, cuz I don’t like talking like that, perhaps if we (me n nick) coincidently meet each other at a restaurant or something I would say “hi” and scuttle to where I was. Nothing doing. Anyway I really don’t like boyfriends coming along. (okay now shut up! U chickenhead! Stop!... okay.. okay.. shutting the system down) :o

Now nick goes to get some thing so this is when I get some time to talk to Sharon, and I feel normal :D

I think I won’t go to meet Sharon anymore. I like one to one thingy. I m a loner sorta person I hate socializing and in situations like these I have to, try not to not socialize. Okay I again say that nick aint a bad guy. He a great guy and he does not talk with everyone BUT BUT BUT talks with me

( #1 so u should be happy that Sharon’s reserved bf talks with u and now so please be calm and happy and do not bitch about it.

#2 I know. I kno. Its just that…

#1 just what????

#2 Its just that I can meet him n Sharon together once or twice but?? Every single damn time I meet Sharon, he is not supposed to be there grrrrrr (I guess I got the best wailer award today. Thanks)

#1 sleeping.)

When I meet Sharon. She firstly remarks me for the way I was looking. I have to confess here. I was looking no better than a dork!(dorks look like dorks only :p)

Yea but I was more dorky today. As I am suffering from some mental turmoil(will sob about this later) nowadays. I dun like to dress up or anything like that, okay I look pathetic in pony and I know that, but still I had a pony n oily greasy hair :D, dint shampoo either, no eyeliner (how??i never leave my dwelling without the liner?? So u can guess I m really depressed nowadays :D ) :p

I tell her lightly that I am depressed and laugh at the same time :D

(#1 hey missy tanzy u just said that u are depressed, then how can u laugh n say that u are depressed??

#2 hey gurl! is there any code of conduct for depressed people to behave in a certain way. Okay what proof do I have to present for proving that I am depressed?? Ahh? Should I join “ I m depressed” forum in orkut?? Ha ha ? tell me why are u so silent?? :p I know I am depressed in a joyful way..so that’s it :D :p

#1 blank

#2 yay! I rule I shut her up!

#1 shut up! )

So where was i?? I tel her that I am depressed.. and then I get a sudden urge, I want to go back home! I have become a dedicated homie u know :o

I wished I could scurry back home or go to library n have some quality time with the books or go to my favorite place and have some cold coco (incase u don’t know what a cold coco is, I would like u to know as I am the queen of helping hands so I am compelled to tell u. that cold coco is a cold thing as u can make out from its name. coco is like chocolaty liquefied thick drink sorta thing n its yumm :D )and feel sorry for myself! Or just thinking something and not knowing what I am thinking, and watching people pass by the road n thinking nothing but something but alas!

Okay so much of the boring-waling thingy today

So the bottom line is:

Today I met sharon and she dragged nick with her as usual. So I was peeved (okay Missy. Peeve! Now go back to where u came form! The bed I think u need to sleep now :p)

random thingies.

#1

So the thing is that yesterday I was going to bring my favorite butter biscuits from my favorite butter biscuit shop. While coming back home, I saw a gurl n I see her n my jaw literally DROPS!..omigod.. I mean! she was so damn pretty that u can never imagine.. I mean so so pretty that my jaw dropped!( ha ha.. gurl are u alright? Ur jaw dropped after seeing a bful gurl,,, .. shut up! M straight :p its just that she was so bful that’s it :p)n in fact se was so bful that any guy may possibly fall for he :o, perhaps GD, perhaps NJ, perhaps any damn guy :x.. aww okay gurl dun be sucha green-eyed person :p...)chill!

#2

I hate girls, any gurl, smart gurl, dumb gurl, pretty gurl, beautiful gurl, ugly gurl, wannabe gurl, attitude-freak gurl

Okay to simplify the matters i find a need to explain u dumb people with a simple equation.

{U : x|x € sweet gurls,cute gurls, dumb gurls, bful gurls, ugly gurls, wannabe gurls, attitude freak gurls, copy cat gurls, gurls, gurls just gurls} -(difference set) {I, tanzy, me, myself, dee, sharon}

I really dont know, bt i hate them, I hate nearly all of them

#3

I mostly make fun of them(gurls) or pass a sarcastic remark, or just criticize them (of course all in my head)

#4

I even hate gurls who are good friends with my good friends, as for example I hate sharons friends, i mean i cant even find a reason to like them(like i need a reason 2 like them, hello! Why would i want to like them, i like to hate them :D :p)

#4(a)

I wonder the reason behind me hating the gurls, can my ugliness be the reason (ahh! A bigg reason :o)?? Or am I very insecure :p(no! No way :p i am secured, i even have an insurance), am I envious of them?? :o , or is there any secret psychological thing, like I had some childhood incidence or something??or is it because that girls are really bitchy and sick-o-maniac?? or is it that i don’t hate gurls at all but my head signals me to tell every one that I hate gurls :o??

#5

I dun hate dee’s friend sue, she’s like really sweet n cute n friendly so i cant hate her and we have had a hell lotta first-rate times together, like going to the coffee bars and fooling around, and making fun of other people’s hair, their anything or everything (of course behind their backs) and giggling a lot (I love giggling,, i mean i just love giggling, u can locate me giggling even after watching any not-so-funny(okay they are funny and it is just that “they” find it not-so-funny, okay this time I am not going to tell ya again that who these “they” are!) thing or any reading any internet thingy or anything, can be said that, i just need a reason to giiggle n there I go!)

Talking about the coffee bars... i have to admit that i hate coffees at the coffee bars, i am compelled to ask a question over here, incase any one of the coffee bar owner / worker/ customer is present over here... WHY ON THE FACE OF EARTH the coffee people never serve plain coffee?? Yeah plain coffee with about 3 and half tea spoons of sugar, one tea spoon of coffee, milk and water, all i ask is the basic thing, i feel content in basic stuff :p i have basic needs, thank u (all those stupid coffees with dunno what stuff in them, which changes the whole meaning of coffee, n which starts to taste like some flavored sorta frothy milk shake or somethin) Why? Why? Why? All i ask is, why??

I now refuse to pay for this sorta so-called coffee (okay, I’d think about experimenting a new name on the menu, if and only if, u are going to pay the bill :p)so while i am in a coffee bar, i either experiment(that’s when u pay),or have an ice-cream(so why not go to the ice cream parlor,?? They serve better thingies, as they are specialists in ice-creams :D) or have a pastry or have some salty thing, or have nothing at all.

Even if i am having something in my plate/ mug/ glass/ tub/ or whatever container. I tend to posses an uncanny habit of nibbling or attacking my fellow table mates stuff(ha ha there’s nothing better then having someone else’s stuff. Whenever me and dee go anywhere, i bug her with my “attacking on food skills” :D

Talking about dee makes me miss her much.. and so i have to write a lil intro about her :D

Eight Things about dee:

1. She is my cousin and my best friend.. she’s so sweet

2. Okay she suffers from mood swings(i would like to mention it over here : MOOD SWINGS in capitals!)

3. She is my giggling companion

4. she is the one who can stand my garbage chatter (i have this tendency to tell her my old stories again and again , but! Still she listens to them, isn’t that sweet :D )

5. she’s so so beautiful n she’s tall(contrary to me, if I am standing in front of u, u would not even be able to see me) and she’s sweet n she’s a perfect marriage material :D ha ha n she’s 22 now :D so incase, any bachelor is reading this crap right now, i would like you to post your bio-data :p cuz i really want to get her married.. as i want to wear this traditional “ sherara “ in her nuptial, n i m expecting a lot :D. (condition: u can only apply if u have a sweet witty 21-22-23 year old younger brother :D :p, ahem! We can sort that part out later :p,(more benifits: i would get all her good stuffs as she would go to UK.. :D wow her stuff, greedy me! :D :p) okay now u know why am i expecting a lot :p)

6. I am just nuts about her. I love her

7. Right now she’s in U.K (Oh LORD! I wish over there she could find a good looking-stunning-smart guy with whom she can walk the aisle :D(hint: someone whose name starts with an “i” and ends with a “s”) :p

8. I misch mi dee ..

Ahh!! So coffee treat, sue, Dee, coffee, i hate gurls

Yeah! I hate gurls. I hate gurls. I hate gurls.

:D

Someone please pour some poison food of in each and every gurl of the universe {exceptions: I, me, myself, tanzy, sharon, dee, sue etc} so that me and my fellow girlies would rule the world! :D

So now u know i am spiteful tanzy :D. Muhhahahahhha.

the cook inside me

Would u believe me ?? if?? I ?? told? Ye dat I cook??... (okay so I can cook.. believe it or not.. ) I can cook a lotta things like I can boil water, n I can put vegetables/noodles/ur head/ or anything u want, in dat boiling water, n I can cook eggs(variety of egg dishes :D), roll chapattis( okay now I hate to do dat, I never do that, I dun know, its like a year now, n I was feeling dunno why, very much domestic n asked my mum if I could help her wid the chapattis n all,

so I know how to roll them bt I never use my art of rolling chapattis anymore, I think I must have forgotten the art :o, hehe I m really duty-bound to tell you that once upon a time my “mamijaan” ok dats wot u call 2 your moms brothers wife, aka maternal aunt ..if I am right, so my maternal aunt visited my home during this “domestic-tanzy” phase.. hehe :p.. n she saw dat I was helping mum with the chapatti thing, n now the word is spread in my kinfolk that I m a good gurl.. ha ha..

its weird u kno .. ha ha .. n every one in my clan thinks dat I m a good gurl(perhaps I am! :o :p) n they like me a lot heheh.. again a funny thing.. I think they dun know me :p)

Arrgh!!

Got off d track again.. so back to praising about my catering skills.. :D

I can make tea/coffee/black tea( without milk)/black coffee (without milk)/tea (without tea)/coffee (without coffee)/any variety of tea n coffee, u name it I can make it… :D

I now know how to bake a cake, ahem! A diff cake without icing n all, but it tastes well :p

When I was I think in 8th or 9th or dun remember which grade, I used to make Chinese rice, ha ha,, u know how :D..?? (I dun like rice a lot, I mean dal chawal(yep but u know, on special occasions our people prepare this “special-occasion-dal-chawal” which I worship, which is prepared in a huge cooking pot.. yumm!!)……

So rice right??

I juz cant gobble it, and hence I used to take those rice from the dal-chawal n then heat up a pan, pour oil in it, put certain vegges n sauces n blah in it, n tadaa! Chinese rice is ready to chomp! (at least I thought it tasted like Chinese rice )but unfortunately, I no-more prepare that rice from that dal chawal rice

While writing all this, an equation flooded in my brain :D, its pretty interesting…

See :D

Dal chawal rice (one part of dal n two part of chawal aka rice, as chawal n rice means the same thing) – (less) dal chawal (so one part of rice remains) +(add) pan + oil + sauces + vegges + blah *(multiply wid) hong ching san (okay that had to be added or how would it be chineese??) = (equals) Chinese rice :D aint it :D ??

Ahh! Now where was I??

Sad about Chinese rice.. ya I dunno bt I just plumb not make it anymore.. no reasons, nothings, just like that.. sad..

My catering achievements are yet to be filled in, but u know,.. I have always wished that I could prepare so many tasty tasty deliciously tasty food thingies.. u know like “biryani”, this is #1 in my list, I don't know?? Chicken gravy sorta n things like that :D… ( oii !! wake up! Good morning,, I said “wished”.. im too bored to tears to learn all these things right now.. possibly some other time of next year or the year after next year!

okay so this story has to be said at this juncture, as we are talking about “biryaani”, one fine day I asked my mum to aquaint me with the recipe of “biryani” okay so I made a move! :p and she started to dictate me the recipe, n yawn.. I was jotting the whole thing down

Four reasons why I gave up on jotting down recipes (or can I say recipe?? Cuz it was d first try ):

1. Now one thing, my mum isn’t good with dictating recipes, my new cookbook was looking like a page crowded with cancelled words, n doodles

2. My mum was also bored (I assumed)

3. My mum was more engrossed in watching the afternoon soap operas(which I hate.. I hate it like anything, like a non-vegetarian hates vegg food, or vice versa, like a child hates homework(bad example), like a watchman loves sleeping and we hate it etc etc) she wanted to peacefully watch her soap-shows, n was mentally signalling me to ask her that “mum can we do this thing, some time later?”

4. I was getting bored, and my mums signals were so strong, that I had to ask her, I wanted to ask her, so I asked her, and then I went back on doing productive things like sleeping! N she was happy watching her TV

Now one or two months have passed since, this cookbook episode, once my mum jogged my memory that I wanted to learn 2 cook “biryani” , I did act as I din hear what she said, n now I act as I have forgotten the whole episode, and never mention it to her..Ahh!!.I need no more of this cookbook thingy

Okay here I go again..

So actually I barked a bit about my catering skills today, I guess. The raison d’etre behind this is that it is the same day when I cooked macaroni (one sensible dish I know to prepare is this, and it aint the first time I prepared this… )and good news folks!! The dish was totally NON POISONOUs!! (okay now I am still alive and typing in this diary, so the macaroni has to be non poisonous, almost certainly!! Cuz if I hear this somewhere that some poisons work little by little n it takes like 8-9 hours to show symptoms or sumthin.. so incase I dun post tomorrow, you now are familiar with the reason why!!

.. okay and the recipe of this macaroni is my own(a big hug to myself, I am at times productive!)

I was thinking ..why I never na med my dish?? Why??

I suggest u should name ur dish, after all its ur dish, u prepared it, its ur recipe.?? So I came up with the name Trojan tomato macaroni…in view of the fact that I m still awestruck by the Trojan tomato, and this macaroni had tomatoes in it , n its red in color(the color of tomato is also red : for those who dun know) so I think Trojan tomato macaroni seems to be a quite apposite name..

but the only problem with this name is that , IT IS HELL TOO LONG NAME..!! I mean name of a recipe should be petite, (always keep in mind that, people who prepare this dish after u, after tasting this scrumptious dish, they wont like to call the dish with such a lengthened name, and probably give a new name to it, grrr … that would definitely make my blood boil ) so I m thinking of a shorter name,.. :o n I aint able to come up with a shorter name.. cuz I m so much into the name Trojan tomato macaroni…. That my heart n my brain at the same time rejects to give another name…. so no more name changing discussion.. its decided!!. this dish is going to be labelled as TROJAN TOMATO MACRONI.. !!

three words of advise to those who want to cook my recipie:

1. Whoever wants to prepare this dish would have to call it with its full name, no nick names tolerable!!

2. No one will ever call it a tomato macaroni. Cuz seriously people?? Thats like a slap in my face, its like total insult of my catering skills!! I squander half an hour in a kitchen, cookin this fab dish, n all u call it is plain tomato macaroni?? that aint fair..

3. Don’t ever try to call it, as a TROTO or TROT macaroni,,(ahem! This seems to be quite a sensible name after all, take “TRO” from Trojan n “TO” from tomato ) but no .. I like the full name :x

Okay now this is for those people who likes to break the rules: as I m one with the upper hand(the great great creator of the recipe) u need to abide by the rules or else face the consequences… yeah! I have prepared a curse, which will be automatically teleported to the breaker-of-the-law, n his/her Trojan tomato macaroni will be converted into a pumpkin :D

Ahh !! so cooking the trot macaroni :D , while I was preparing the macaroni..Now I have this thing with me, I don’t like anyone scuttling around, while I cook,, I mean leave me alone! ( I dun like people(mum)telling me that I did something wrong, cuz if she isn’t there, I could throw whichever ingredient in the cooking-pot, in any order, and no one will utter a word (as no one would be around . ha ha)) so I chivvied mom away from the kitchen(ha ha I know she got irked)

u know.. why I baked this trot macaroni?? I guess u don’t

seven reasons, reasoning the reason why I cooked the trot macaroni: (okay I know this line aint grammatically correct, but I ask which line is? ? in this journal??)

1. My mum cant cook macaroni well( I dun know why, she by no means cooks it, whenever it comes to cooking macaroni, its me! Who has to cook )

2. Just for a change n see the “domestic-me” once more(okay I admit, this week I have been too much of domestic. enough of this domestic crap now! I aint getting married and I seriously have no plans to take housekeeping as a career)

3. My mum likes the trot macaroni :o

4. My brother, who I can never imagine in my freakiest dreams, that he! could ever have this macaroni :o, surprisingly he likes it nowadays

5. I like to wear that red apron

6. And last night I had this weird dream where I was this macaroni queen, n my country men aka macronies were pleading me, to cook them, so I had 2 cook u see :p

7. I am in love…. I love the macaroni and I am getting this uncharacteristic feeling the macaroni loves me too (people! U are invited to the grand unison of two souls Mr. macaroni n Miss tanzy.. :D.. Location: at my dining table, time : dinner time) :D

After the trot got prepared.. it was steaming in the cooking pot, I cover the pot with a lid(GOD knows from where, a lil spidy can come just to checkout, that what is this delightfully flavorsome smell thing is, n perhaps that spidy wants to taste my trot macroni!! And in an attempt to taste my macaroni he can jump into the cooking pot n now because of the temperature and the stem, I think u all can make out that a lil creature like a miserable spidy can never in his life, come out of the pot, hence his death body will lie there .. See ?? not only humans but the lil creatures like my dish but that is a different thing that because of this now-newly dead spidy, our so non-poisonous macaroni is now converted into POISONOUS!!)ok so I cover the pot(I love my life, don’t want to die cuz of a lil spidy), and take the pot to the dining table

Dining table scene: mum is sitting on the couch watching news (she’s free today, as I cooked the feast, okay I cooked but she did aid me by slicing all the vegetables n blah things in advance (okay mum, that was so sweet of u, but I could slice veges, but since u have sliced them for me, I LOVE U MUM!!)see I wasn’t lazy but mum did it for me, not my fault :D :p is it??

Dining table scene (again): mom on couch - news ,my bro as usual playing game on pc(I really want to tell u abt his stupid dining table routine.. but no! I wont.. possibly some time later..cuz if I start I would completely go off the track in a sense that I wont come back to the topic) n I am alone on the dining table.. ok so the pc the TV and the couch n the dining table are in the same place.. so u can understand :p.. bt still on the dining table I am alone, and I take my favorite bowl, pour (ha-ha pour :p u dork.. u cant pour a dry macaroni :x) okay so I transferred the macaroni from the cooking pot to my favorite bowl, and I view that my Trojan tomato macaroni (I think its important for me to call it , with its full name, or elz my followers will also call it by “those” names, I have a responsibility, I have to live my life in a way that my followers are not misguided, ok missy tanzy panzy… now its time to shut your mouth, or you’ll be sued for saying making stories about your followers!) so this macaroni does not look really beautiful or decorative... Its passable.. anyone can think they are prawns n not Macaroni..

and I feel I need to add a lil greenery to the dish so I make an endeavor to ornament the thing with 3 leaves of coriander(actually I wanted to decorate it with mint leaves, bt I couldn’t find the mint in the refrigerator n I m kinda scared of my mum, she could scold me and ask me javascript:void(0)
Publish Postto eat my meal :o so I secretly ornamented my bowl of macs with 3 leaves coriander)

So now if u have a house party or even a grand biggy big party at your place u know, you can anytime call, you-know-who

Yea dats right :D, I love to go to free parties where they serve free food :D

orangy and milky stuff

Today was a busy day fer me (yeah! Busy n me are quite contrary things, as u by now must have recognized : I am jobless, useless, lazybone) .I woke up.. And after that I had to fold a zillion of clothes .. I was like crabby.. u wake up n then, all ur sugary, loving, thoughtful mum tells u, is to fold up clothes.. I dun take a breakfast or any thing like that..

I just have tea n butter, so I dip butter in the tea n eat that soaked butter n then I drink the tea (ahh! I like people to think, that I have tea and the butter(yeah! the butter which is made from milk or sumthin, which is a dairy product, which is mostly yellow in color, n it is hard at low temperatures, n generally soft at normal temperatures, n its all buttery :D))but no.. I dun have that butter with tea. Ha ha.. Imagine me dipping that butter-butter eeww!.. must be gross( I guess I already made u imagine dat) :p.. anyway

z.. so my butter thing is a biscuit.. I dun know, why the bakery people call it butter.. :D.. I have tea, juz because I love that biscuit :D.. btw I am a dyed-in-the-wool coffee lover …

Anyways ..afterwards I woke up.. I dint even had tea n butter cuz my tea time is 12 o’ clock. So I did fold up all those clothes (grr.. mum is making me perform the domestic stuffs a lot)

Then the day passes by.. ok now.. we have a power cut,, I read a book.. get bored.. n peek out of my window.. there has been a lotta rainfall nowadays.. so I look at the green grass.. my flat is on d back side so I get a grand view of the grass.. n trees n some other weird things :o..

so I see the green green grass.. n its so so green. It makes me happy … n along with the green green grass.. there is the mudd

y water.. well dat dint make me sad or sumthin.. bt I liked the view.. greenery reminds me of Goa.. the great goa.. the green goa.. n the gigantic goa(ok enough wid the rhyming thing.. okat now wont tok abt goa right now or il get out of track again.. N today I made a resolution to stay on track,,.. so I wont go off the t

rack now..by staying on track n speaking to the point thing… cheers.. you rock big time gurl :D)

Ahh! I forgot..

Yea the green green grass :D n the muddy water. That was a good permutation. and u know there was an additional patch

of green green grass which had this weird.. thing in between.. it looked as if it was a way for mice rodents n lil creatures like those.. that looked weirdly sweet to me.. at some point my head started imagining tiny creatures using that road/way :D .. I spent a quality time, gazing at the green green grass and the muddy water.. and the road.. (ok so I am the queen of wasting time now, u must be thinking m weird or sumthin, there u go, u are free to say anything! :p)

The day was really really boring after that lil green green grass thingy.. I was feeling bored n all .. n then I felt this sudden craving for milk powder(yeah! I love milk powder, baby food n things like that..(okay at least. I like edible things. I feel better that I am better than those chalk or sand eating people, GOD may those people R.I.P).. can u imagine how yumm, it tastes n when u keep it(milk powder) in ur mouth it turns into some sorta lumpy thing, n it sometimes sticks to the upper floor of ur mouth.. its so yumm.. well matter-of-faclty I like to have milk powder from time to time, I mean I cant just consume it, every day or sumthin like that, I love it, bt everyday?? No?? probably I would get bored with its flavor, n not have it, like for months together n then one fine day,, I would again feel like tasting this milk powder thing.. hehe .)

Get back to track reminder:

Okay so where were we??..ummm

craving for milk powder n also some salty tangy snack.. so I asked my brother to fetch it for me( ok I really hate to go out of the house.. cuz it is the rainy season, n its like even if I would want to go out n bring whatever I wanted, I would have to change mi dress.. as every single day of the week I am draped in a night suit.. like I get up.. I bathe.. I again get dressed in a fresh night suit.. ha ha.. .. so if I wanted to buy those stuff, I would have to change n I am too lazy to do that. So instead asked my brother)

me n my bro had a squabbling first , mum shut both of us up, he goes and brings the whole lot of things I asked him to. :D.. okay now I am sorta penny pincher :p I asked him to bring the snack worth 5 rs,.. as my tummy cant have much stuff in it.. and I cant eat one full packet of snack all at once, so after like 13-14 mins he comes back with all the stuff.. the milk powder n the snack (we have a big box of milk powder at our place.. but my mum is between it n me.. she always guards the box. so I

give up now! Aww sad)

now I was reading a book, I was so out-of-the-world n munching the orangy snack, I was munching n munc

hing n munching n munching.. at some level I got this super super consciousness in my head and it asked me.. ahh ?? tanzy u are not able to finish this packet?? I snapped back.. “ahh woteva lemme read!!” but even after a lot of munching I wasn’t able to fully eat the thing.. so I askd my mum to have some(ohhh tanzy ye are a good gurl :p even asked my bro to have some, bt he was not there, he again went to the store to get this orangy snack for my mum)..

Well that was a good opportunity.. that I could eat the milk powder all alone!(okay so I have this thing, that I like to eat the whole thing by myself, all by myself, no sharing, nothing doing, even if some king or queen would’ve appeared and asked for a piece, I would have said “No! get ur own” :p)

I emptied this packet in my favorite bowl.. n soon my favorite bowl was full of the milky white milk powder.. it looked as a heap of milk powder.. it was looking so cute.. I scurried in the kitchen to see.. if there is some toffee or something in the fridge.. because I thought it would look so cute if I could place a toffee or something on the top of the heap of milk powder.. it would give me perhaps a sense of .. umm.. sumthin..

Bt alaas! There

was no toffee, so I had to do without it, my dreams of having a perfect milk powder t

reat were shattered.. bt ahem! The powder still tasted yumm yumm.. n I was comfortably happy happ

y… :D.. but I wasn’t able to wholly ingest the milk powder either .. so I kept the leftover for my brother (ok I can get an award for the worst sibling, thank u)

My brother comes back home n brings a small packet of the same snack, I was chomping some minutes back.. n he hands the new packet to my mum, who asks him in a bemused voice, If he

brought a wrong packet cuz it was too small or sumthin.. I was hearing the snippets of their conversation from

anothe

r room, where I was reading my book, now as I overhear that thers some emergency I show up in the living room, n miss-supper-gurl tanzy.. comes to rescue the world once again.. I also perceive that this packet was very much smaller then the once I had.. (so whatt could it be?? Y this much difference?? it was d same company?? where is the packet of my snack?? Probably in trash I thought.. so I went near the trash can.. thank goody!!.. it wasn’t inside trash can, it was outside it.. (ok so sometimes my lazybone-ness helps!!)

I started to examine the packet.. Okay sometimes I’m like blind.. I cant see things I want to see .. so after some severe examination of the packet, I found out that the price of that packet was rs 10 and not rs 5

Omigod.. so now.. I know.. why I wasn’t able to complete the packet. !. .. ha ha.. I got to eat the extra thing.. (grins).. I wil give 5 rs to the shopkeeper as soon as possible, the store guy was such a weirdo who absentmindedly gave this snack to my bro,( I mean what is he upto, doing business or some sorta undercover charity ??).. anyway it was funny though, but I dun like to have free stuff from some absentminded store guy, thank u.

Okay now my eyes are all aching.. will they pop out if I don’t go to bed???

Ahh ! what if my eyes really do pop out?? Cant risk !...

In case u also suffer the same symptoms, as I am having right now, that is u feel like your eyes are aching n all

And then u aren’t afraid of yours eyes popping out, as u think u are the antonym of coward, then please let me know what happened to ur eyes :p

I’d be glad to head ur story :D

ACKNOWLEDGMENT:Ivan for helping me figure out (or should i say, for figuring out and then informing me)about the picture mystery, I’m so dumb that without him this was not possible.