Anything to Get Over Last Nights Post
THE FRAY

Something that always cheers me up.
The Fray. They never fail to captivate me. I’m not going to bore you with superfluous details, because it doesn’t matter and def would be a lot easier if you just listend to it. However, I’ll tell you what type of music they make, and who they are.
Well. The Denver-based quartets intense and melodic songs have been striking a huge chord with audiences. They got fame the old way, they really earned it. It's a story you don't hear much anymore nowadays: local area gigs led to enthusiastic local press and local radio support. People thought they came out of nowhere quickly but they had been working hard before the mainstream public had heard about them.The first single from their album is "Over My Head (Cable Car)" and it climbed into the top 10 on the Billboard singles chart, has been certified platinum, and was streamed more than a million times on MySpace in just one month.
The Fray doesn't fit easily into any niche, and they don't need to: word of mouth (or, word of digital mouth) has been good enough. The songs stand on their own, no clever marketing or catering to genres necessary.
The Fray are my favorite band BY FAR. My favorite song by The Fray, will always be, of course, How To Save A Life. But enough of my opinion, you should seriously get their album. Good lyrics. Good good music.

Everyones Favorite Cliched Topic
[But I don't care because it's what I feel, and honestly, the word 'cliched' is cliched.]

Change.

Well. I was just having the strangest feeling in my stomach. Queasy-ish. And I have this growing urge to talk to have someone to talk to, to explain ‘change’ to me because as much as I try to understand things the less sense they make. A few days ago, courtesy Facebook, I found one of my best friends – in the first, second, and third grade. His name was Ryan Faer, it’s been 7 years. It seriously made me think a lot. Mostly about home, but that’s something I think I’ve mentally sorted out. However...
Change is still on my mind. My elementary school years they purely rocked. After that, there was change. And more change. And more change.
After third grade, the awesomest year of my life so far, we moved here. I guess you could say life was really different, not really in a bad way, just realllyy diff. When I look at the third graders I know, I feel like I was so much more mature than them. Life used to be ‘bigger’ and ‘realer’, if that makes any sense. Well anyways, then my dad decided that we were going to move. It was pretty sudden. So I guess I .. I was excited at first. I was excited, I didn’t know what I was getting into. Maybe I wasn’t that mature then.
I went to the American school from fourth grade till the end of sixth grade. I never fit in there, I don’t think anyone really did. There were eighty percent Arabs, and the rest were from all over. I had one really good friend, who was Australian, who did keep in touch. Because in 7th, I changed schools again. Finally, I thought, people I have something in common with! I made friends, but besides three really awesome friends, everyone else was barely more than an acquaintance for around a year because it turned out that no matter where I went I would always be really different. I wouldn’t want to take back anything, but things could’ve been better. More change. Fights. More change, in many many ways. Which wasn’t very pretty. But yea.
But then… After well. A lot of personal stuff that I’ve kept from most people, I think I finally found a bit of myself again. Things were good. And that summer, I went away. And I was told that I wouldn’t be coming back. But I did. For 8 months. And those eight months, were finally, good good months. Even if I was missing half a family. Things were better.
And then. More change. I don’t know if I was supposed to approve or embrace it but at first, I told myself I did. I mean. There’s nothing like being with family. But looking back, this is the most used to anything I’ve ever gotten and I don’t know if I can adapt all over again.
So change has left me bruised and battered and now it’s approaching again. And truthfully. I don’t know what to do. If only I was given something to believe in ..

PS: You're wrong. I'm not over reacting.

I try to be like
Grace Kelly.

Do I attract you?
Do I repulse you with my queasy smile?
Am I too dirty?
Am I too flirty?
Do I like what you like?
I could be wholesome
I could be loathsome

I guess Im a little bit shy
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you like me without making me try?

I try to be like Grace Kelly
But all her looks were too sad
So I try a little Freddie
Ive gone identity mad!

How can I help it
How can I help it
How can I help what you think?
Hello my baby
Putting my life on the brink
Why dont yo like me
Why dont you like me
Why dont you like yourself?
Should I bend over?
Should I look older just to be put on the shelf?

Say what you want to satisfy yourself
But you only want what everybody else says you should want

I try to be like Grace Kelly
But all her looks were too sad
So I try a little Freddie
Ive gone identity mad!

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you walk out the door!
Ka-CHING !
PS: Figure out what this is yourself =P

*Sleep

Yeaa .. Insomnia. She can't sleep either.

It seems to be something I’ve been dreading these days and here I go.. turning my blog into my own personaldiarytypething.

I know they say sleeping ‘at-the-right-time’ [that's supposed to be read as if your mom was saying it hahah] is one of the most imperative things, but sleeping… My body just doesn’t see the point.
Sleeping means not using every moment possible, because no matter when I sleep I always wake up at around 12PM [excluding days like today, when I slept at 7AM].
It means missing talking to my mom and brothers, who only get free at 3PM their time, 12AM our time.
It means missing out on a certain type of privacy and silence which I can’t get during the day. Oh and how I love that..
But sleep. Sleep can be scary.
People do weird things in their sleep. I do weird things in my sleep. Cough. Such as calling people, hiding newspapers, and some more things I’d prefer not to disclose. I think I may have a sleeping disorder, and I know you’re rolling your eyes Nishant. Maybe I have anxiety problems, because sometimes I just lay in bed thinking, nerve-racking.
I’m sure I’m not the only one who doesn’t like sleeping. I mean, I enjoy the sleep itself, just not the idea of it, if that makes sense. I’ve tried getting to sleep – counting sheep and the whole shebang, but it just doesn’t work if there’s something else I want to be doing.

Anyways. Let’s see if it goes away, I’m praying it’s just another phase. That’s life right?

The inauguration of the incredibility that is The Isonephic Valentine (IVY), the invention of us, is on March the 23rd. 2007.

What are we?
Well. Simple. We’re, for now,

Leona. Menaka. Reshma. Sonia. Radhii.
We create.

We’re not a band. We’re….hmm. A group.

We do stuff.

And on the 23rd… You’ll find out what that means.

A Leviathan Irritance to say what's on MY mind.
Why don’t people just say what’s really on their minds . . . . ?
Truly, it plain baffles me beyond belief.

Okay. Randomness and haste personified. I have fallen in love. With a song. No. A band. Incubus.
I just can’t get over them!! They're just so good for me. Okay I know that doesn’t make sense, but it is. Incubus. All their songs are so imaginative and original and and and ... So likeable. It’s impossible to get sick of any of them! This song. Agh. This song. AGH! If I don't see them in concert, if I don't get to go on the 10th, I may just die. All of you HAVE to get this song. Tell me what you think !

* .. DIG .. *

When weakness turns my ego up
I know you’ll count on the me from yesterday.
If I turn into another
Dig me up from under what is covering
The better part of me
Sing this song
Remind me that we'll always have eachother
When everything else is gone.

PS: Like all Incubus songs .. There are tons of 'Ooh's' =P

Exams. Leaving. and a Whole Lot of Other Stuff.
I have a strange feelin in my tummy. It’s a mix between the ‘the-second-before-you-hear-the-buzzer-and-dive-into-the-water’ one and the one you get when youre with someone who gives u butterflies.

During the last period today, there was loads running through my mind. Something was worrying me, and till this moment I’m confused and upset.
Things it could’ve been:
* Tomorrow is our first exam. Potatoes and Dimaonds..! I’m not one to get exceedingly stressd.
* I’m under the weather and I have a headache. I don’t want it to get in the way but then again there are a million other things that are impeding my progress.
* My mom and brothers just called after point number two and I was the most stoical jackass ever!!!
* My mom’s makin me go to church today because its Ash Wednesday and God will ‘bless me’ if I go. It’s already 5:30 and I still haven’t finished EVS.
* I can’t get DDR out of my mind even though I’m no ultra colossal metal fan. It's evident why.
* My mom just called again for another 18 minutes. She wants me there in March, right after exams. It’s not going to happen, not if I can help it. Which is just great because it’s making this ‘feeling’ in my stomach become more painful. Whether it’s the guilt of not wanting to be there or the fact that I am going is a different story.

But I KNOW what it is…. And I HATE thinking about it.

Today possibly was my last proper day in school. I don’t want to think about it!!!! You guys told me you would help me talk to my dad and I don’t want to go… atleast if I’m going to be in UAE till this summer… I miss my mom but this the most used to a place I’ve ever gotten and I don’t know how it’s going to be when I go… What if DDR is actually the last time I see all of you together? What if after I go I never see you again? I’m dying to write about each and every one of you but I can’t because I have to study and I know that I won’t be able to concentrate and all I’m going to end up thinking about is you guys and what amazing friends I have and how it’s not frigging fair that this is something I want and I can’t take you guys with me. Anu…Resh….Shanni. Please keep your promise. I love all of you guys. =(

Irrelevancy at it’s best?

Okay. This is the most random and extraneous topic I’ll ever write about, but yea. I want to tell you about my tennis coach back when I used to live in Florida.
His name was Dennis, and he had an issue with punctuality. Infact… Come to think of it. Half the time he didn’t even show up, and tried justifying himself in some pretty gay ways. Oh, he was also REALLY attractive. He had the whole sports car – gelled hair – hot girlfriend thing going. He’s 29 now…Yea well. Guess what?

He’s the MAYOR now. I’m repentant but.. WHAT THE HECK IS THIS WORLD COMING TO?!!?!?

Not So Simple Simple Things

So… Point of this post? Maybe define my day a little, you know… Maybe just write a little. There’s nothing like reading, there’s nothing like writing.
As of yesterday, today, and tomorrow, and next week, I survive this world on my own. Dad’s in Iran, Bahrain, and Mom, brothers in Boston. It actually feels weirdly wonderful, yet it kind of really sucks. Too much ‘alone time’ isn’t healthy. This is what it did to me…
It made me realize more than I wanted to about life. I caught onto the fact that friendship is a simple thing, but that the simple things in life are never actually quite so vanilla. To make them simple, all you have to do is do the things you're supposed to do, which is far from simplicity itself. The more the unnecessary things you do, the more the complication. For example, to have a really good friend all you have to do… is be devoted and trustworthy. But this can be the most complicated because to have more than one devoted friend, you have to be obviously loyal to both people. Loyalty for some people means the whole ‘tell-eachother-everything’ sha-bang, not that I’m saying every relationship is even close to being like this. To do this, you might have to deceive the other devotee and tell the other aficionado things about the first one. Which if they are eachother’s devotees, this aggravates both of them, which in turn confuses you. This is just a simple example, it gets much worse. Oh.. and it also applies to everything.

So ummmmm. I think I’m stuck.


Song of my day. Hmmmm. Only because I’m re-obsessed with it, Boston by Augustana.

Welcoming Myself Back .. *

I feel pretty crummy that my first post in over a month isn’t big, good, or out of the ordinary. It’s small, humble, and it means something to me; and I followed the statement ‘dont post something bad just for the sake of postingg’ unkowingly. Thank you, Tejas.

Everything I had to say is small and sweet, whether it’s a goodbye to the 12ve’s, yesterdays awesomeness and satisfaction, my vacation, or just how much I phreaking missed blogging!

So, for the 12th graders… You know how much you’re going to be missed, each and every one of you. I'm sure you’ve been told that a million times, but it’s still worth saying! School isn’t going to be the same without you guys, Sharjah bus isn’t going to be the same without you guys, nothing’s going to be the same. I'm never going to forget you guys.

Nextly (new word :P), Sports Day was incredible. From marching, to running, to my flat-foot-ed-ness killing me, to relay, to getting torn apart by jungle-ball-playing-savage-fifth-graders! My house did astoundingly; we won. I made myself proud; I got gold in all my individual events (besides high jump, stop laughing!). My relay team rocked… My band friends rocked… My friends broke records… Yesterday was just out of this world.

Winter vacation. A very very overdue Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to everyone! I saw my ENTIRE family, therefore my vacation, though it had its bad parts, was so worth it. Two new beautifully wonderful places and one old one. Is it possible to not have fun in Delhi?

Lastly. Blogging. I’ve missed blogging SO much. There’s nothing like writing, there’s nothing like reading. Regularity is back!

PS: I couldn’t not include this. Song of January: Here (In Your Arms), as much as you may hate that Reshma :P