If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied,
Illuminate the 'no's on their 'vacancy' signs
If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks,
Then I'll follow you into the dark.
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So what if you can see the darker side of me?
Hedonist, headbanger, heathen.
Sapphic, self-sustainable, smart (enough).
Musical, melancholic, me.
Twisted, tempremental,tame.
Determined, decided, disjointed.
Fast, fierce, free.
That's me in a nutshell, if I could fit into one anyway.
Who can tell me what love is?
I wish you could.
Hedonist, headbanger, heathen.
Sapphic, self-sustainable, smart (enough).
Musical, melancholic, me.
Twisted, tempremental,
Determined, decided, disjointed.
Fast, fierce, free.
That's me in a nutshell, if I could fit into one anyway.
Who can tell me what love is?
I wish you could.
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okay, so, naturally, when one's breakfast degenerates into an ant infestation, what does one do? i panicked, mostly because my mom spent a day cooking it, and cause Naren hadn't eaten yet.
(the first word out of my mouth, strangely, was,"Saumensch." yes, apparently i can curse in German too.)
so, i looked for my dad. thinking, you know, he's the MAN OF THE HOUSE, he's gotta have some ideas, right?
well, then he just walked down, stoned at the container, and went,'Oh, very easy. You just go kill all the ants and then eat luh." my eyes bulged out. because i am seriously talking about an ant INFESTATION (ie: whole place covered in ants) and he tells me very simply to kill them.
so, fine. whatever. i took out the Clorox (i have a fear of pesticides, don't know why) and started the Labour Day Massacre. success! i killed them...
... only to realise that now the PLACEMAT was infested too. since i couldn't handle both the massacre at the stove, the kettle, the pantry and now the placemat, too, i asked my dad to take the placemat into the bathroom and blast all the ants away with the tap water.
and the man got up, and took the placemat... to the doorway. now, i would've been okay if he had taken it outside, but no, he took it to just at the doorway. where all our SHOES are. and started hitting it on the floor, violently.
i asked him what he was doing, and he said that if you hit hard enough, all the ants will come out. EXACTLY MY POINT. because ants aren't like those dipoles in those stupid electromagnets, they do not all just head in ONE direction, which he clearly thought they would. so the millions of ants trudged INTO the house, putting all our shoes - including my sneakers, which, if infested with ants, would be seriously hard to ever wear again - in grave and unfunny danger.
so, what i did? i clorox-ed the whole area. sparing the shoes, of course. and meanwhile, my dad stands there, watching me and drinking his coffee.
and i thought someone was the MAN OF THE HOUSE here. the man of the house decides to watch his teenage daughter going all Hitler-style and committing some major genocide, while there are people in the house trying to fix the aircon and amusing themselves with my panicking and running around and cursing in French, while in my NIGHTDRESS (because of course, nobody bothered telling me that workers were even coming, and i let them in, thinking they were the newspaper guys).
ugh, i am so seriously annoyed. the good news is, i killed all the ants. the bad news is, the dish can't be eaten. i refuse. i mean, the ants have probably been there long enough to build their own empire (because my mom left it out on the counter since last night, thinking the container had magical ant-deflection powers). so i had to make my brother cereal, until i realised there was hardly any milk except the gross Oat ones Sumaiya likes so much, and i used that.
(it wasn't half-bad.)
anyway, CHEM PAPER IS TOMORROW, and what did i do the whole morning? murder innocent ants because my dad absolutely refuses to stoop down to the level of killing ants, because, as he says,"Housework is a woman's job."
he's lucky i didn't even make him clear the cobwebs from my room. GRRRR. men, i tell you.
i miss B and her hugs alot, but i'm afraid of getting her sick, so.... )):
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4:50 AM, Friday, May 2, 2008
woke up to a morning involving annoyance and my parents.okay, so, naturally, when one's breakfast degenerates into an ant infestation, what does one do? i panicked, mostly because my mom spent a day cooking it, and cause Naren hadn't eaten yet.
(the first word out of my mouth, strangely, was,"Saumensch." yes, apparently i can curse in German too.)
so, i looked for my dad. thinking, you know, he's the MAN OF THE HOUSE, he's gotta have some ideas, right?
well, then he just walked down, stoned at the container, and went,'Oh, very easy. You just go kill all the ants and then eat luh." my eyes bulged out. because i am seriously talking about an ant INFESTATION (ie: whole place covered in ants) and he tells me very simply to kill them.
so, fine. whatever. i took out the Clorox (i have a fear of pesticides, don't know why) and started the Labour Day Massacre. success! i killed them...
... only to realise that now the PLACEMAT was infested too. since i couldn't handle both the massacre at the stove, the kettle, the pantry and now the placemat, too, i asked my dad to take the placemat into the bathroom and blast all the ants away with the tap water.
and the man got up, and took the placemat... to the doorway. now, i would've been okay if he had taken it outside, but no, he took it to just at the doorway. where all our SHOES are. and started hitting it on the floor, violently.
i asked him what he was doing, and he said that if you hit hard enough, all the ants will come out. EXACTLY MY POINT. because ants aren't like those dipoles in those stupid electromagnets, they do not all just head in ONE direction, which he clearly thought they would. so the millions of ants trudged INTO the house, putting all our shoes - including my sneakers, which, if infested with ants, would be seriously hard to ever wear again - in grave and unfunny danger.
so, what i did? i clorox-ed the whole area. sparing the shoes, of course. and meanwhile, my dad stands there, watching me and drinking his coffee.
and i thought someone was the MAN OF THE HOUSE here. the man of the house decides to watch his teenage daughter going all Hitler-style and committing some major genocide, while there are people in the house trying to fix the aircon and amusing themselves with my panicking and running around and cursing in French, while in my NIGHTDRESS (because of course, nobody bothered telling me that workers were even coming, and i let them in, thinking they were the newspaper guys).
ugh, i am so seriously annoyed. the good news is, i killed all the ants. the bad news is, the dish can't be eaten. i refuse. i mean, the ants have probably been there long enough to build their own empire (because my mom left it out on the counter since last night, thinking the container had magical ant-deflection powers). so i had to make my brother cereal, until i realised there was hardly any milk except the gross Oat ones Sumaiya likes so much, and i used that.
(it wasn't half-bad.)
anyway, CHEM PAPER IS TOMORROW, and what did i do the whole morning? murder innocent ants because my dad absolutely refuses to stoop down to the level of killing ants, because, as he says,"Housework is a woman's job."
he's lucky i didn't even make him clear the cobwebs from my room. GRRRR. men, i tell you.
i miss B and her hugs alot, but i'm afraid of getting her sick, so.... )):