~*Henna-licious

Checking my hands out, so pretty and so cute .. Whoa … tanzy?? U?? Alright? Huh??

Yeah I am totally fine,… and u heard it right [technically saying “u read it right” as my site has no s/w which converts text into voice or something, so u guys are devoid or hearing my stuff, u people can only read my stuff”.. duh!]

Anyway.

So I was having an eyeful of my hand.. and they[it?] are looking pulchritudinous! Yeah ,, my usually monstrous hands are pulchritudinous! ![don’t worry girls, my hands are not pretty enough, for me to be a hand model, please do not envy me :p] Now. U may question, HOW??

Well the answer is uncomplicated.. I have henna clad hands.. and ohh.. m just in love with my hands.. Yeah my hands bear a resemblance to a newly weds hands and its like u know.. My hands are covered in henna till my elbows.. and yeah.. I just love it.. yay!

I am not bathing nicely. I am avoiding any contact with water or watery things and things that could provoke me to wash my hands, in fear that my henna will die away .. and I continue to have eyefuls of my hands.. and I act as if I’m a hand model [yeah, people. I am re considering, to become a hand model] yeah. Checking my hands out in the mirror :D n blah..

YO! Long live my henna :D

And when we are talking about henna and all. I would like to put in the portrait,, that I love henna

#1. yeah.. duh! Tanzy u have mentioned this thing, like now one hundredth time in the present day..

#2. uh oh! Yeah I love henna

#1. congrats.

#2 aha.. thank u

#2. but I love henna seriously *flashes her henna*

#1. okay good for u

#2. yeah I know I love heena :D

#1. *pulling her hair out*

#2. u have nice hair, but I love henna :D


Long back when I was a kid I used to abhor henna.[yeah.. so why was that I abhorred heena ?

Possibly cuz, whilst I was still a kid, all wide eyed and crazy, and at the time of some relative’s marriage, some stupid relative girl applied a very not-so-beautiful-henna . I can say, it was not even beautifully-ugly henna! [well somethings can be ugly, albeit in a beautiful way!], and that was the day when I vowed [all in my subconscious] that never to get henna on my hands.. and I used to abhor henna like crazy.

Five things I would do when some one in my residence applied henna:

1. I would not consume food if someone under my roof, applied henna

2. would not enter in the room where the “henna-ed person” is.

3 . I would even clutch my nose with the clip, so that the stench[now fragannce] of henna can not touch my brain :

4. i used to stay out of the house, till the time, the person does away with the henna

5. I hated the person and I hated henna itself


Well times change and so do people. And I changed like after 16 years, :| or when I was 16, I started to like henna.. just like that [don’t know, what happened in my subconscious! Maybe some heavy bombarding of chemicals in my brain that made me love henna again!]

And now I love the smell of henna.. and everything that starts with a word H and has double “N’s” in the middle and an A in the end.

I am even having thoughts of getting my name changed from tanzy to henna .. :p


Three things that would come about, If I change my name to Henna:

1.I would have to call al my friends and inform about the change of name.

1[a] And after some days, I would call some friend and I would b like

Me: hi can I talk to tom?

Tom: yeah, may I know who’s this?

Me : this is …. [ Now wait a minute! What am I supposed to say.. ?? this is tanzy.?? Or this is henna?? Umm il say henna, as its my new name, and not tanzy as it was my old name and old name is old and new is new !]

Me : this is henna.

Tom: who hee?

Me: H-E-N-N-A

Tom: okay darling hows u.?

Me: arrrgh.. this Is tanzy, remember??

Tom: ----aaa

Me: I changed my name: and I did mail u about this.

Tom: ohh :| I gues I forgot the password of my e-mail.

Me: nevermind. What bout the call??

Tom: call?

Me: yeah I called u :|

Tom: no

Me: or then I must have dialed some wrong number.

Tom: yeah maybe.

Me: so howz my new name?

Tom: errm.. its kinda .. cool-ish

Me: thank u.

Me: hmm so wassup? howz work.?

Tom: work yeah.. I m retired :| and I’m getting a hair transplant..

Me: ahh? Is this tom xenofelis??

Tom: wrong number.

Me. -----

[okay guys I made this one :P]

*** sorry for stoppage but I have to utter, while I was typing this crap, accidently I had a glance on my hands.. and the henna. I swear man. They [my hands, u idiot!] are beautifully-beautiful***

So where I was :|

2. if I call one the right number, and right Tom, it would be like follows:

Me: hey tom

Tom: whos this?

Me: HENNA

Tom: who henna??

Me:*not wanting to repeat history in case this is also a wrong number* eyy shitface! whats ur last name??

Tom: O are u related to tanzy in anyway

Tom: Xen-oo-fell-ees

Me: duh! okay great!!

Tom: eh?

Me: yea I was tanzy

Tom: was?? :o

Me: yeah was. Now I m henna..

Tom: oh henna

Me: howz my name? *exited* [sorry guys. i again. committed the same mistake of spelling ,excited* as exited. and i had to come back and edit the post... u know i'm dumb.. right!!... [some foolery: yeah...loser-gurl, u are cent percent right.. :p]

Tom: *yawn*

Me: arrgh

Tom: yeah its cold :|

Me: *a shouting and barking session follows*

3. I had to get my name changed legally in my passport and crap stuff like that, which would involve standing in long que’s, and government offices and blah and lotta paperwork and crap


Moral of the story: So I drop the idea


~* weeehoo! Henna henna henna ! ! !

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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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