My pink world

I was just thinking of typing out something latest but thanks to my forgetfulness, I ended up giving a new look to my blog. The old template just made me feel sluggish and I kept on ignoring my blog. So, I made up my mind to add some colours and redecorate it just as I did to my room. I chose PINK , i.e, my all time favourite colour. I finished up with the font size, font colour, layout and finally ended up with a "TA TA DA!" before mom and dad. Mom nodded in agreement but dad, as usual had suggestions - "Why don't you rename your blog? Interesting me! You'll never stop thinking great about yourself, now would you?" "Er...... Maybe I will someday... ", I said.

It's my own flavor

A fresh new morning, a hot cup of energizing Bournvita, a cold bubble bath and the same old routine. At the beginning of the day, some say “Hope today turns out really productive” but most of the others say “Here comes another boring day…….” But, it’s rather unusual that such thoughts never seem to run through me. Why? Because that’s what I am. I am completely different or should I say ‘I turn out completely different.’ Like everyone else, even I get easily inspired by things and start with others’ styles but as I slowly reach towards the end, it turns out quite different. It becomes my own, my original. Well, what’s the use of the same worn and torn out ideas? But some people never seem to understand this. They feel lazy to try out something new. Like, for instance, at the library (the treasure house of every school), I am never found close to any particular locker. I keep on my wild hunt for something new, a book whose pages are very less flipped by, crisp and clear. In contrast to my versatility, my best friend wants to set up a record of finishing up the whole “Secret Seven” series. It’s not that she isn’t versatile but it is just that our categories differ. To try out something different, if we both exchange our shoes for a day, we both know what the consequences would be like. They would be a total mess and we’ll just end up in discomfort. It’s just that we need to be who we are. So, fill your own colours, set up you own musical theme, dance to your own beats, try out those new spices and begin a marathon for your dreams!

Yawns.....

My holidays went pretty well but as usual, I did nothing "productive", as mom calls it. I can see, as the days are passing , I am getting more and more moody. Like, one sunny afternoon, I take up my paint box in high spirits, but in a few minutes, I just forget everything and begin doodling out something on the paper, spilling paint all over. It's just that I've changed so much. And I can't help it. At the beginning of my hols, I was such a cheerful, sincere and fun loving girl who used to get up at 7.30 every morining, and get her hair plaited by her mom and now, I seem such an unruly girl who gets up not earlier than 10 am, doesn't step out of the house in the fresh air, watches tv the whole day, has put on a lot of weight and has got her hair look not more than a sparrow's nest. And YEAH! That's me. I feel ashamed of myself and even as I am typing all this, I wish I could knock some sense into myself. It's not that I am different from all other children of my age... But, it's not a good thing either. I tried to change a bit, in between and got mom to wake me up earlier and plait my hair. But after two days, she got bored of it and I turned over to my old lazy routine. I wish I could have been a bit more active during those days.... But now, there's no time to get active. I just feel the days getting shorter and shorter. It's like I get up , have my breakfast, study a bit, watch some tv and run off to tution. Then I come back and get a power nap, study, have dinner, update my diary and sleep off. This was all about routine that has finally got fixed up but I need to become the cheerful "me" again :)

boooooooooooo......

Ah... it seems really really long ago that I wrote my last blog post. It gives a nice view of my lazyness and it gives a glimpse of how busy I am. Well, my hols have begun again. You may feel queer about it as its just what I wrote in my last post. Well, this month went pretty bad and unlucky for me except that I topped in my tution in the soo hard test that our Madam gave us. Everything else went unlucky and I've begun doubting whether my brains are melting away. I don't want to talk about "those unlucky things" as they may spoil my soo very good mood. I've just returned from a walk with my friend. We had a nice time walking and talking about Winx Club. But its rather unusual as my spirits are at a low ebb, nowadays. I am practically bored; I don't like tv, I've lost interest in alomost everything. I wanted to cheer myself up, I felt I needed some fresh air. So, I stayed up till 8 at the park and chatted with my friend. You know , now it seems that that are limited things that you can do. I want to do something really unusual and really interesting.. any ideas???

Being artistic all over again...........

Yo!! Hols are here!! It means 2 weeks of freedom and then back to boring school again! Well , I try to forget about it and don't bother to remember the date, but sometimes , it becomers a bit difficult. So, to cheer myself up, as usual I took up some crafty projects and you know what , my craft for hols is...... "knitting"!!! It's something I wanted to learn since I began watching Baby Looney tunes in which the granny used to knit a blankie for baby "Sylvester"(in almost every episode)....
I love being artistic now and then and hols seem the best time to be. for instance, last hols, I took up emboss painting and glass painting project and last to last hols, I took up a stich kit project. The reason why i chose knitting was mainly, fulfilling my wish to make something out of my own hands and when I see my first project ,I feel immensely proud of it. It's not perfect... but it's my own work and I made it with my own hands. I thank M auntie for teaching me how to knit and help me fulfilling my dream! (photos of my projects, are coming soon)