Why do people succumb to anger?
It feels so easy to slip into its grasp. But at the same time, from a distance, it looks quite stupid. Aren't we overreacting? What's the point of hitting one another, yelling at one another, going to war with one another? Yet when are up close, immersed in anger, we feel nothing but blissful rage, if that makes sense. Sweet revenge empowers us. Makes us feel as if we are at the top of the world. Maybe it is a survival mechanism. But I sure wish it weren't.
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Tick tock tick tock
Break's nearing to an end! This sucks. For once I've gotten loads of sleep, stayed "available" on gtalk, and gotten lots of music practice in.
Being a Carnatic music (South Indian) freak, I <3 listening to those songs, rather than hiphop, R&B, and stuffs. I guess the cool thing about Carnatic music is that it has an inspiring meaning. I'm in Choir and stuffs, too, and most of the songs we sang in the beginning were sort of prissy. I was devastated until ... we came to VIVALDI. You can say I have a thing for classical music because I am just crazy about this thing. Look it up on youtube. There are 12 movements and I would have to say my favorites are Et Interra Pax, Domine Fili, and Cum Sancto. XD Music rocks. It's relaxing, fun, and awesome.
The past few days were filled with random parties and video games. Yesterday I went to Pickle's house with Pilsbury. We went on Omegle.com to chat with a person who claims he was from LA. It was intense. We said we were CA grannies. FUNN. Then we ate FOOD (sandwiches which were yummy, but later gave me a tummy ache. pickle, it's not your fault, but I'm a picky eater :[ ) and drank tea. That is everyone, but me. I drank chocolate milk. For the record, I detest tea and coffee. I like milk though. XD
We watched Labyrinth. It was okay. You can imdb it if you want because I'm not going in any further detail than saying Jareth's pants were extremely annoying to see and LUDO IS MY HERO. That will be all about this movie.
I'm gonna watch Avatar in Imax 3D. I heard from one person the plot sucked but the effects were good. I heard that it was a love story? I don't know how much to trust that source as he was high on Pepsi... and I heard it was intense. I guess I'll find out for myself.
What's sad, though, is the Indian film industry has resorted to dubbing English movies and reaping millions from it. I turn on the Telegu channel on my TV and I see "avatar" dubbed in Telegu. Very pathetic. Especially how the name has evolved to "Avathar" <-- "incarnation" in Telegu and other Indian languages. My family friend and I (I'm gonna call him... GTA because we were talking about that game and his mom thought it was a good game. *cough cough* too bad she didn't know what the T stands for ;]). Well Drama King and I came to the conclusion that all Indian movies follow a template, namely the guy and girl find each other, but can't marry and have to fight to be united. So all Indian movies have excessive songs, romance scenes, fights, and melodrama. And they also steal from each other (different states) and borrow story lines from English movies. Tell me, how sad is that? Any "Different movie" which doesn't follow this template is usually a flop. This is why I can't stand Indian movies anymore. :| I believe in the statement "old is gold".
Anyways, I was planning to write a blurb about something so I guess I'll start it down here. Please give me comments/feedback/suggestions. Zanks!
The rose
Staring off into the distance, pearls trickled down her cheeks.
The beautiful, jagged slopes of the Alps, coated with an almost warm looking blanket of snow, stood proudly to her far right. The serene blue Lake Geneva bowed to the lofty summits with birds skimming the surface, trilling a simple song as they went.
The young girl stood in a grassy field, red-eyed from crying, with splotches on her modest smock. In her hand, was a rose. Pink and delicate, like the blades of grass around her, it swayed in the breeze. It was trapped, secured in her mistress's grasp.
Nothing was particularly wrong with the girl - not physically, anyway. She was slender and petite, with a fair complexion. She was the epitome of plainness - a poor orphan. Obviously, things weren't looking up for her.
Rubbing her eyes, she trudged back to her puny cottage, where she lived alone. As she turned, a sudden gust of wind blew the rose out of her hand.
It flew in a graceful arch, its petals rippling with the breeze. Spinning, twirling the flower landed several yards away, in a lush flower bed.
With that the girl smiled, experiencing a feeling of ecstasy like no other. Her mouse brown hair flew around her, covering the grin on her face.
She looked back at the rose, then continued on to her cottage with a spring in her step.
She was the rose in the flowerbed, free at last.
Sorry guys, no dialogue. Wasn't in the mood for any. I think it was also a bit abrupt. :| So I'll be experimenting with this idea of blogging and blurbing. So until next time, keep smiling!
What I'm grateful for:
-school
-idly
-saambar
-Avatar
-freedom
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Tick tock tick tock
Break's nearing to an end! This sucks. For once I've gotten loads of sleep, stayed "available" on gtalk, and gotten lots of music practice in.
Being a Carnatic music (South Indian) freak, I <3 listening to those songs, rather than hiphop, R&B, and stuffs. I guess the cool thing about Carnatic music is that it has an inspiring meaning. I'm in Choir and stuffs, too, and most of the songs we sang in the beginning were sort of prissy. I was devastated until ... we came to VIVALDI. You can say I have a thing for classical music because I am just crazy about this thing. Look it up on youtube. There are 12 movements and I would have to say my favorites are Et Interra Pax, Domine Fili, and Cum Sancto. XD Music rocks. It's relaxing, fun, and awesome.
The past few days were filled with random parties and video games. Yesterday I went to Pickle's house with Pilsbury. We went on Omegle.com to chat with a person who claims he was from LA. It was intense. We said we were CA grannies. FUNN. Then we ate FOOD (sandwiches which were yummy, but later gave me a tummy ache. pickle, it's not your fault, but I'm a picky eater :[ ) and drank tea. That is everyone, but me. I drank chocolate milk. For the record, I detest tea and coffee. I like milk though. XD
We watched Labyrinth. It was okay. You can imdb it if you want because I'm not going in any further detail than saying Jareth's pants were extremely annoying to see and LUDO IS MY HERO. That will be all about this movie.
I'm gonna watch Avatar in Imax 3D. I heard from one person the plot sucked but the effects were good. I heard that it was a love story? I don't know how much to trust that source as he was high on Pepsi... and I heard it was intense. I guess I'll find out for myself.
What's sad, though, is the Indian film industry has resorted to dubbing English movies and reaping millions from it. I turn on the Telegu channel on my TV and I see "avatar" dubbed in Telegu. Very pathetic. Especially how the name has evolved to "Avathar" <-- "incarnation" in Telegu and other Indian languages. My family friend and I (I'm gonna call him... GTA because we were talking about that game and his mom thought it was a good game. *cough cough* too bad she didn't know what the T stands for ;]). Well Drama King and I came to the conclusion that all Indian movies follow a template, namely the guy and girl find each other, but can't marry and have to fight to be united. So all Indian movies have excessive songs, romance scenes, fights, and melodrama. And they also steal from each other (different states) and borrow story lines from English movies. Tell me, how sad is that? Any "Different movie" which doesn't follow this template is usually a flop. This is why I can't stand Indian movies anymore. :| I believe in the statement "old is gold".
Anyways, I was planning to write a blurb about something so I guess I'll start it down here. Please give me comments/feedback/suggestions. Zanks!
The rose
Staring off into the distance, pearls trickled down her cheeks.
The beautiful, jagged slopes of the Alps, coated with an almost warm looking blanket of snow, stood proudly to her far right. The serene blue Lake Geneva bowed to the lofty summits with birds skimming the surface, trilling a simple song as they went.
The young girl stood in a grassy field, red-eyed from crying, with splotches on her modest smock. In her hand, was a rose. Pink and delicate, like the blades of grass around her, it swayed in the breeze. It was trapped, secured in her mistress's grasp.
Nothing was particularly wrong with the girl - not physically, anyway. She was slender and petite, with a fair complexion. She was the epitome of plainness - a poor orphan. Obviously, things weren't looking up for her.
Rubbing her eyes, she trudged back to her puny cottage, where she lived alone. As she turned, a sudden gust of wind blew the rose out of her hand.
It flew in a graceful arch, its petals rippling with the breeze. Spinning, twirling the flower landed several yards away, in a lush flower bed.
With that the girl smiled, experiencing a feeling of ecstasy like no other. Her mouse brown hair flew around her, covering the grin on her face.
She looked back at the rose, then continued on to her cottage with a spring in her step.
She was the rose in the flowerbed, free at last.
Sorry guys, no dialogue. Wasn't in the mood for any. I think it was also a bit abrupt. :| So I'll be experimenting with this idea of blogging and blurbing. So until next time, keep smiling!
What I'm grateful for:
-school
-idly
-saambar
-Avatar
-freedom
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