I AM MAJORLY PISSED AT MY BESTIES FOR BEING EPICLY LAZY AND NOT UPDATING. WTF. UPDATE OK. I WANT TO READ SHIT YOU WRITE.
So yeah, I feel good this month because suddenly, I've found myself able to write again. Not necessarily well ofcourse, but atleast I can write. XD I swear some stuff that I've written recently, looks like the kinda things you spend hours editing and drafting and changing. But I wrote them in like minutes because words were floating around in my head.
Sometimes, you need to go through alot of shit and feelings you can't explain to write well. And yup, thats me right now. Haha, look at me. Finding the optimism in fucked up-ness. But seriously. Lesson. If it doesn't feel right. If it looks like its not gonna happen. But your heart is being annoyingly annoying and thinking otherwise, force yourself to let go. It will save you from feeling alot of pain.
As this year comes closer and closer to ending, nothing in my life seems to be going right. But I swear I'm glad for everything. Because this year, I've grown. And I've found myself. Kinda.
More advice:
Guys are kakka. Stay away from them.
<33 Chelsea
Monday, November 2, 2009
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Someday we'll be the fairest of them all.
I wish I could write songs. No really, some times I find song lyrics so beautiful and explaining what I'm trying to say so wonderfully, that I feel like crying. Gaahh.
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Woohoo. Seems like Twilight fever is FINALLY over. But boohoo. Seems like New Moon fever has started. Tell me whats worse. Ugh. Like, I was in my new uni's computer lab, with a bunch of people I don't really know, but am trying really hard to like. And all they want to talk about is that stupid damn movie. And when I, honest as could be, declared that I absolutely hated Twilight and everything to do with it, they shrunk back from me in horror as if I had the swine flu. Whatevs.
But seriously. I really believe that the Twilight saga is getting way way more attention than it deserves. It's being over-hyped. Over-worshipped. Over-attention-given. Over-liked. Over-loved. Overly-plastered-over-bumperstickersonfacebook. Don't you? [no, i do not really want you to answer this if you're not gonna say yes] Honest to God, I can think of so many books/movies that are well deserving of the readership/viewership the Twilight Saga is snatching away.
Which reminds me. Something scares me. Sometimes, I read something, and find it so lovely. But then I forget about it. There must be millions of such lovely things I've read; books, quotes, lyrics, whatever; that have completely slipped from my mind. That makes me so awefully sad. Wish I could properly organize my brain. Have folders. And favourites. And a history tab.
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My blogpost is in a weird format. Perhaps this will continue in the future as well. Please bear with me. I can't think about one particular thing for very long these days. As if something much superior is occupying a greater part of my brain. So, sorry and all that shizz. Oh and please please, can someone properly explain to me what tumblr is all about. I'm positively fascinated by it, but it makes me feel lost.
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I can make myself feel more awkward than anyone else can. I just feel like I should point that out.
Also, I know I do stupid things, react in the most inappropraite ways, say the worst words I can, I always do. Spoils everything completely at times. Puts me into situations that I don't know how to get out of. And what gets me the most is how I can do that, but still feel in a way that is practically opposite to how it seems. It's very bizarre. I am a strange child.
-Chelsea
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Woohoo. Seems like Twilight fever is FINALLY over. But boohoo. Seems like New Moon fever has started. Tell me whats worse. Ugh. Like, I was in my new uni's computer lab, with a bunch of people I don't really know, but am trying really hard to like. And all they want to talk about is that stupid damn movie. And when I, honest as could be, declared that I absolutely hated Twilight and everything to do with it, they shrunk back from me in horror as if I had the swine flu. Whatevs.
But seriously. I really believe that the Twilight saga is getting way way more attention than it deserves. It's being over-hyped. Over-worshipped. Over-attention-given. Over-liked. Over-loved. Overly-plastered-over-bumperstickersonfacebook. Don't you? [no, i do not really want you to answer this if you're not gonna say yes] Honest to God, I can think of so many books/movies that are well deserving of the readership/viewership the Twilight Saga is snatching away.
Which reminds me. Something scares me. Sometimes, I read something, and find it so lovely. But then I forget about it. There must be millions of such lovely things I've read; books, quotes, lyrics, whatever; that have completely slipped from my mind. That makes me so awefully sad. Wish I could properly organize my brain. Have folders. And favourites. And a history tab.
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My blogpost is in a weird format. Perhaps this will continue in the future as well. Please bear with me. I can't think about one particular thing for very long these days. As if something much superior is occupying a greater part of my brain. So, sorry and all that shizz. Oh and please please, can someone properly explain to me what tumblr is all about. I'm positively fascinated by it, but it makes me feel lost.
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I can make myself feel more awkward than anyone else can. I just feel like I should point that out.
Also, I know I do stupid things, react in the most inappropraite ways, say the worst words I can, I always do. Spoils everything completely at times. Puts me into situations that I don't know how to get out of. And what gets me the most is how I can do that, but still feel in a way that is practically opposite to how it seems. It's very bizarre. I am a strange child.
-Chelsea
Saturday, August 22, 2009
The Sleepover.
The weirdest thing happened yesterday... there was no electricity in about 70% of the city. My dad joked about how UAE was becoming more like Pakistan each day. I didn't reply. I knew the reason for this massive power failure was as massive as the power failure. The electricity disappeared and returned throughout the day as if it were learning how to apparate. When I was supposed to return home, the power disapparated again. I seized this opportunity to stay the night at Q's house. Dad allowed me to. He had no real choice in the matter - I refused to climb up 11 floors again to reach a powerless house with no air conditioning.
Chelsea wasn't sure if she was going to spend the night. Her parents said they would pick her up but when they didn't show, Chelsea found out from her sister that their building had no electricity either so they weren't going to pick her up after all. They refused to climb down and then back up 12 floors to reach a powerless house with no air conditioning.
Q's house was somehow, miraculously, the only one of our three homes that had power throughout the night. We spent our first ever successful sleepover rescuing helium balloons from the ceiling for Q's nieces, inhaling the helium from one of the balloons after it began deflating and talking in that high, JamesBlunt-y voice.
The night wasn't completely as fun as I am making you believe. Lots of shit happened, of course, because shit always happens. Our hangouts are incomplete without it. This night was no different. My dad didn't really approve of me sleeping there, Chel's parents were angry at her, Q had a disagreement with her husband over something trivial and I'm pretty sure Q's mom wasn't happy with me laughing during prayers.
When we finally fell asleep, it was well past 5 am.
Chelsea wasn't sure if she was going to spend the night. Her parents said they would pick her up but when they didn't show, Chelsea found out from her sister that their building had no electricity either so they weren't going to pick her up after all. They refused to climb down and then back up 12 floors to reach a powerless house with no air conditioning.
Q's house was somehow, miraculously, the only one of our three homes that had power throughout the night. We spent our first ever successful sleepover rescuing helium balloons from the ceiling for Q's nieces, inhaling the helium from one of the balloons after it began deflating and talking in that high, JamesBlunt-y voice.
The night wasn't completely as fun as I am making you believe. Lots of shit happened, of course, because shit always happens. Our hangouts are incomplete without it. This night was no different. My dad didn't really approve of me sleeping there, Chel's parents were angry at her, Q had a disagreement with her husband over something trivial and I'm pretty sure Q's mom wasn't happy with me laughing during prayers.
When we finally fell asleep, it was well past 5 am.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Disturbia
"What's wrong with me? Why do I feel like this? I'm going crazy now"
I've been constantly thinking about 3 things for the past month,
1) smoking weed
2) being with him
3) smoking weed & being with him
Ramadhan will be here in 3 days. I love fasting, and staying away from sin and all that. but I hate -no, I despise- all the iftaar parties. HUGE NO. If you were planning on inviting me to one, PLEASE DON'T. I WILL ROLLERSKATE OUT OF THE WINDOW OF THE 78TH FLOOR OF THE TALLEST BULDING IN THE WORLD.
Jeez. Forgive my manners, I didn't even introduce myself.
I am Q. The last letter of my hubands name. I chose it as my pseudonym (or whatever, ask Honeyfuckingboo, she knows better) because I love him and respect him so much. I am a 17 year old girl. You would have guessed that by now cause why would a 17 year old boy have a husband, right? I am a socialite, and that scares me... I blame my parents for it. It is 04:15am now and I'm feeling dizzy. boohoo I should have just gone to sleep. We are updating this blog, but is anyone reading it? Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. Um, If you understand the Hindustani language, you should watch the movie, Kaminey. Now. Buhbye peace out <3
I've been constantly thinking about 3 things for the past month,
1) smoking weed
2) being with him
3) smoking weed & being with him
Ramadhan will be here in 3 days. I love fasting, and staying away from sin and all that. but I hate -no, I despise- all the iftaar parties. HUGE NO. If you were planning on inviting me to one, PLEASE DON'T. I WILL ROLLERSKATE OUT OF THE WINDOW OF THE 78TH FLOOR OF THE TALLEST BULDING IN THE WORLD.
Jeez. Forgive my manners, I didn't even introduce myself.
I am Q. The last letter of my hubands name. I chose it as my pseudonym (or whatever, ask Honeyfuckingboo, she knows better) because I love him and respect him so much. I am a 17 year old girl. You would have guessed that by now cause why would a 17 year old boy have a husband, right? I am a socialite, and that scares me... I blame my parents for it. It is 04:15am now and I'm feeling dizzy. boohoo I should have just gone to sleep. We are updating this blog, but is anyone reading it? Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. Um, If you understand the Hindustani language, you should watch the movie, Kaminey. Now. Buhbye peace out <3
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
okay. don't read this.
today,
i am writing a blogpost. after like, a gazillion-and-one years.
today,
i rediscovered this little gem i loved when i first started browsing dA: [link]
today,
i am a seventeen-year-old whose going to turn eighteen in a few months but has done absolutely NOTHING useful or interesting in her entire life. woot.
today,
i am confused, dreading and about-to-be-complicated and scared and wondering about things and wondering if i am being wondered about.
Its just one of those stupid days when you feel so restless and unwanted. Scarily, I've been having alot of these stupid days. Anywho (yeah, did you notice that? some people use that instead of 'anyhow', and its freaking annoying, so STOP)
I didn't use capital letters in the first part of my post. It was kind of an experiment you see. I was thinking about this last night. Thinking that capitalizing letters draws attention to certain letters and makes them seem more important when they are not, but are just the same as all the other letters. Thinking that capitalizing 'i' is a very selfish thing to do, and wondering why it is done.
Wow, wish I made sense.
Actually I've been having 'issues' with letters on the whole. Not just what I mentioned, I've also been reading words wrong. Like, untie seems united, and evolve looks like love. Hehe, no one ever has 'issues' with letters. But excuse me I'm bored and I'd like to pretend that I'm not. ( No, I don't normally use 'hehe' but it somehow felt right here) And that reminds me, 'Love is in the air'. No thats not a song (um, it probably IS) but I just kind of feel alot of loving going on. Por ejemplo, Q, even though she's not near me right now, must be lying on her bed waiting for a certain 'someone' in the land of Taj Mahal to text back. Haha! And Honeybee, must be replaying the wonderful details of her meetupcoughdate with the amazing lead-guitarist of Watertone yesterday, in her head. *Insert the hideous emoticon you get when you type colon p on skype*
Its okay to be in love though, I've concluded. If it really is love I mean. Not lust or attraction or just plain dumbassness. If you really actually find somebody whom you like spending time with and whom you can talk to about absolutely anything in the world, then that ought to be okay. I've concluded this because I really didn't believe in love before. But things change. Or people do. Or both..I dunno.
Note: No, this was not a confession.
Another note: This was the most pointless blogpost in the history of pointless blogposts and if you do not read it, you'd be doing me a big favour. But since you've gotten to the end, and are reading this note, it probably means that you've finished reading already and all I've got to say to that is. THANKS A BUNCH, YOU SUCK.
- Chelsea
i am writing a blogpost. after like, a gazillion-and-one years.
today,
i rediscovered this little gem i loved when i first started browsing dA: [link]
today,
i am a seventeen-year-old whose going to turn eighteen in a few months but has done absolutely NOTHING useful or interesting in her entire life. woot.
today,
i am confused, dreading and about-to-be-complicated and scared and wondering about things and wondering if i am being wondered about.
Its just one of those stupid days when you feel so restless and unwanted. Scarily, I've been having alot of these stupid days. Anywho (yeah, did you notice that? some people use that instead of 'anyhow', and its freaking annoying, so STOP)
I didn't use capital letters in the first part of my post. It was kind of an experiment you see. I was thinking about this last night. Thinking that capitalizing letters draws attention to certain letters and makes them seem more important when they are not, but are just the same as all the other letters. Thinking that capitalizing 'i' is a very selfish thing to do, and wondering why it is done.
Wow, wish I made sense.
Actually I've been having 'issues' with letters on the whole. Not just what I mentioned, I've also been reading words wrong. Like, untie seems united, and evolve looks like love. Hehe, no one ever has 'issues' with letters. But excuse me I'm bored and I'd like to pretend that I'm not. ( No, I don't normally use 'hehe' but it somehow felt right here) And that reminds me, 'Love is in the air'. No thats not a song (um, it probably IS) but I just kind of feel alot of loving going on. Por ejemplo, Q, even though she's not near me right now, must be lying on her bed waiting for a certain 'someone' in the land of Taj Mahal to text back. Haha! And Honeybee, must be replaying the wonderful details of her meetupcoughdate with the amazing lead-guitarist of Watertone yesterday, in her head. *Insert the hideous emoticon you get when you type colon p on skype*
Its okay to be in love though, I've concluded. If it really is love I mean. Not lust or attraction or just plain dumbassness. If you really actually find somebody whom you like spending time with and whom you can talk to about absolutely anything in the world, then that ought to be okay. I've concluded this because I really didn't believe in love before. But things change. Or people do. Or both..I dunno.
Note: No, this was not a confession.
Another note: This was the most pointless blogpost in the history of pointless blogposts and if you do not read it, you'd be doing me a big favour. But since you've gotten to the end, and are reading this note, it probably means that you've finished reading already and all I've got to say to that is. THANKS A BUNCH, YOU SUCK.
- Chelsea
Saturday, August 15, 2009
The First One.
Good morning/noon/evening/whateverdependingonwhereyouare!
I'm sure you have stumbled across this blog by accident, and I hope you haven't stubbed your toe while doing so.
Let me tell you the story behind this blog. Q, Chelsea and I were very bored during the summer of '09 so we decided to create a blog to share our boredom with each other and with you. It would help us pass the time and let us be creative too.
Right now I'm sitting in Q's living room, eating popcorn, wishing Chelsea didn't have to go home so early and lamenting the fact that I only have two whole years of teenhood ahead of me. Today is my birthday. My eighteenth. A milestone. And what am I doing to celebrate? Nothing special. Just hanging out at Q's while she chats with her guy on the other laptop.
Q, Chelsea and I live in the wonderful land of Dubai. It may be crowded, congested with half-constructed buildings everywhere, but its home and we love it.
The three of us will be blogging about anything and everything we want. I will probably rant. Chelsea will probably provide insightful food for thought and Q will provide the laughs and randomness. (Of course, I am only speculating here, Q and Chels.)
I hope you enjoy reading our blog, please leave a comment to tell us what we should and should not do.
See you soon!
~Honeybee
PS; Q is currently making a fool of herself by dancing with her three little neices and going "lalalalaaa, lalalalaaa"
I'm sure you have stumbled across this blog by accident, and I hope you haven't stubbed your toe while doing so.
Let me tell you the story behind this blog. Q, Chelsea and I were very bored during the summer of '09 so we decided to create a blog to share our boredom with each other and with you. It would help us pass the time and let us be creative too.
Right now I'm sitting in Q's living room, eating popcorn, wishing Chelsea didn't have to go home so early and lamenting the fact that I only have two whole years of teenhood ahead of me. Today is my birthday. My eighteenth. A milestone. And what am I doing to celebrate? Nothing special. Just hanging out at Q's while she chats with her guy on the other laptop.
Q, Chelsea and I live in the wonderful land of Dubai. It may be crowded, congested with half-constructed buildings everywhere, but its home and we love it.
The three of us will be blogging about anything and everything we want. I will probably rant. Chelsea will probably provide insightful food for thought and Q will provide the laughs and randomness. (Of course, I am only speculating here, Q and Chels.)
I hope you enjoy reading our blog, please leave a comment to tell us what we should and should not do.
See you soon!
~Honeybee
PS; Q is currently making a fool of herself by dancing with her three little neices and going "lalalalaaa, lalalalaaa"
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