Indeed,,,,,,,,,,, the devil does wear prada

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The thing that I hate most about the things (and people) that I love to death is that I grow addicted to them. Real fast and real tight.

Like I couldn't stay away from home when we went on that ten day vacation last year.

I couldn't stay away from the god-sent High Speed Internet thing when we moved here (to our new location) and the weird ass Internet Service Provider put us in a "waiting list" for two months to get our connection (who ever hear of that ? I know eh.)

I couldn't stay away from facebook for a week during exam time (which is why I had to sneak when no one was in sight. As long as no one sees you it's a deed undone. Well atleast that's how it is to me.)

And today, I couldn't survive without coke because the last time I had it was yesterday _afternoon_ and it was _to-night_. I KNOW ! how could I have not thought of it earlier?
Well. I didn't which is why I went down with two 1.5 liter -bottles to get the most of my beloved and get the most I did.

I don't even want to describe how I feel right now (because I strongly believe in experience). All I'm going to say is that it's _not_ a good feeling and that i'll _never.. ever.. not ever, have coke in such _vast_ quantities... I'll just make sure I get my regular supply every hour.WITHOUT FAIL.Quite wise I know.

Speaking of wise, I don't understand the concept of "angelic looking kids"(because it is generally believed that all kids are like angels), who don't even have a tiny "crumb" of an angel's mind (which _could_ make them as wise as they could _get_.)

You probably don't get me now but you would if you had three angelic-not-so-angelic baby siblings all of various sizes and ages, united in their cause to destroy everything that is functional for their own benefit, that being "laughter" and the wrath of the older beings around them,( I strongly suspect).

Anyhow, the reason why I am so frustrated right now,,,,,,,, as you might've rightly figured out already,,,,,,,,, is because I'm suffering from the aftermath of the rather "special" treatment my here keyboard received (completely free of charge),,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, a few weeks back.
It is also the reason why i get a million "commas" when I go for just one and now I'm just too tired of backspacing them down to one.

What happened was that our rival "gang" decided that they'd like to give the keyboard (my keyboard,my lifeline), a homemade facial that involved the use of "mango juice". I wonder if mango juice would work on your skin ..but it would never do for your keyboard. DAMN IT. So down they poured , half a glass of mango juice and my keyboard got well,,,,,, "flooded".

Next day, the mango juice dried up and the keys got hard and sticky . We couldn't type a letter. Can you imagine how horrified I was?(Again,experience needed). Then, along came mum with a jug of water and began to pour it all over the keyboard too. By now I was at the point of hysteria but I just let it pass...after all it never does to question my mom....turns out that bizarre ways make for
perfect practical solutions and you'll agree with me because the keyboard got better after the water treatment. I was ashamed because I hadn't thought of the simple thing myself. Light bulb moment.

So basically the juice got dissolved and we went and washed it down and exxxxxxxxxxxxxxcept (see that happened again) for some keys that you really have to press hard if you _must_ have that letter typed,, our keyboard works just fine....


We could just get a new one but we won't because this one's already the fourth (on the same PC ofcourse.) And believe me when I say you don't want to know what happened to the former ones.........

That One....

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If I was given the chance to handout just one advice to all the nations in the world then I would tell them never ever never to go to the bathroom alone in the dark even if you have to go real bad ..especially if it's after midnight. Then it would just be better to stay where you are or if you are daring enough then you must wake that one person who never likes to be shaken out of their good night sleep...especially if it's just to escort "you" to the bathroom, miss(be you the president's daughter.)

Nowadays we realize that we don't pay much heed to the status or popularity of a person,well atleast the majority doesn't, (thus, the president's daughter wouldn't exactly be treated the way she would have had this been the "xyz" century of the past.) Which is why I'm proud to belong to these times because I know for a fact that I for one would never ever never be able to cater to the needs of that air headed girl, whom I come in contact with every day of the week, well atleast in school time I do.Though not official rivals we aren't on really good terms. Actually, we aren't on any good terms at all.More like rotten ones.We all know that two suns can't shine together (and from that you'd probably get some weird ass impression about me being of the same breed..OH NOO!.Well..not exactly anyway..Maybe the same level of obstinacy but that's all.)
Apart from being the dork-y-iest, they are also as a matter of fact , not that hideous looking. You know, I've never been able to figure out what comes first ; the good looks or the bling bling-annoying attitude. It just seems like they go hand in hand like money in a wallet, and that where ever you go these two "WIll" be there and "always" together; it's like a two in one deal which no one really asks for but one which is always shoved in the face.

Now, now . Didn't I say I wasn't going to fuss over worthless objects?(Objects indeed..some random objects that end up into being big time pains in the -everywhere-). These, however, must be set in their exact places .. and now it's time CTRL-ALT- DELETE them because if that doesn't happen then it's going to be an "all-frustration-no concentration-anger-ejection-on anyone-on-sight- kinda day and I really don't want that to happen because such days usually incorporate a hell load of fix up-lectures sessions from mum's side due to the loss in household-property damages..(not like walls or anything but more like soapy glasses and pots and what not..