In 3 months or so, I'll be a freshman at college, ready to face the world on my own, unprotected by my Viking parents who have stood in front of me holding broadswords and wearing horned helmets with bloody scary smiles on their faces all my life.
Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating..... but the point here being, I'm going to be on my own for the first time in my life. And frankly, the whole prospect is terrifying. Of coures, I have no doubt that I will be able to handle it...I'm just a little freaked out, is all...
The other day, I was wondering what I would pack if I were asked to start packing right now...and i came to this conclusion:I need everything in my room. And by everything, I mean EVERYTHING, both the essentials and the 'why-the-hell-do-I-even-have-this?'ials. I'm so stupid. I guess I'm not going to be able to let go of my life here that easily.
And I STILL don't know what I'm gonna do....
I should really get a move on with these college applications...-.-
Peace,
Maya

Okay, I know my recent blog entries have been short, meaningless and generally scream,'I-don't-have-enough-time-to-write-a-decent-entry-but-I'm-making-lame-attempts-to-do-so-just-so-my-blog-looks-full'.
Well, it's really not my fault. For the last two months or so, all I've been doing is writing exams that just seem never-ending. And it's pissing me off, I'll tell you that. And yes, I swear. ALOT, actually, but just not out in the open, which is why most of my friends seem to think I'm a goody-two shoes, non-cussy person. Most of the swearing is up in my head or occasionally out loud when I just can't help myself. And when I'm grumpy (which I've been for quite a while now), most of my swearing is generally directed at inanimate objects like my school books(mainly chem) for torturing me so, and at the fridge door for not staying open long enough and shutting on me when I'm trying to get something out from way at the back.
So anyway, the point of this entry was not to discuss my swearing techniques. I just wanted to say that blog entries are going to be pretty rare until the 22nd of March, atleast, 'cos that's when my boards are finishing. And EVERY time I think of that date, I get butterflies in my tummy and I wish that I had a time remote to just fast-forward untl then.
So anyhoo, until then, Ciao!

Maya

There's this AMAZING song, I hope you dace, by Leanne Womack, with the most incredible lyrics. I LOVE listening to it. It goes,

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat
But always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances
But they're worth taking
Lovin' might be a mistake
But it's worth making
Don't let some hell bent heart
Leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out
Reconsider
Give the heavens above
More than just a passing glance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)

I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
Dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
I hope you dance
(Where those years have gone)

(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)
................
It's amazing really....
Also, I'm in love with the sketches by Edwin Rhemrev. I wish I could draw that well :(. Check out his blog at http://rhemdoodles.blogspot.com.

*sigh*It's been so long since I've crushed on someone...and I kinda miss the feeling. When I'm in 'love', I kinda become like Candace from 'Phineas and Ferb' (one of my absolute fave cartoons:P). I go all out of character and weird, but I guess Love does that to you, huh ;)? But I kinda feel weird that I've never been in a relationship and it makes me feel really lonely at times. My diary(yes, I keep a diary. I LOVE writing) is full of depressing entries about how antisocial I am and about how I wish I'd been asked out at least once before I graduated.
Speaking of which, my graduation is in a months time....
I'm really gong to miss school. I guess college will be fun and all but it's definitely not going to be the same.
I have serious doubts about surviving in college, being the total dumnut I am and everything...
I'm scared....:(
Maya

Hey 'sup! You know when I said a couple of entries ago that I'd give you a name? Well, I sorta decided against that. It's just kinda weird right? I'll manage talking to an audience, and thankfully it's not a live audience or I'd do my usual routine, flub my lines and run offstage crying*shrug*.

^^ I just walked home from school in the rain today...
I guess I wasn't too happy about that due to my low tolerance to the cold and the wet.
Now don't get me wrong...I love the rain in India where it pours buckets almost everyday and you can hear the raindrops singing before they go 'splat'. Me and my siblings even go out and dance in the rain (though all our parents specifically forbade us too:P...we're kids. Kids don't listen, now do they?:P), no umbrellas or slippers, just thin cotton T-shirts and shorts(sure, we'd come down with horrible colds soon after but as soon as we'd recovered, we'd run right out into the rain again...I guess we'll never learn:P...it's worth the cold you know?). Man, I love it... The rain there looks(and tastes:P) so clean, you know? And everything looks so beautiful after that...
But here in the Middle East, everything's so dusty all the time and all that comes down with the rain..It's also a LOT colder here so it's not as much fun....but it IS quite some fun none the less...

Almost a month ago, in school, during one of our P.E periods, it started drizzling. So all of us decided to make the best of it and decided to dance. There were no teachers around and even if there were I'm sure we wouldn't hv cared. So there we all were, dancing in the rain^^. The awesomeness of that half an hour is hard toi describe in words...and you know, for some reason, it's a LOT more fun to play basketball when it's raining and you're dripping wet^^. All the splashing and the screaming kinda gets you high:P.
.....
But though the rain is AWESOME fun and all, I'm still a 'sunshine-and-daisies' kinda person. I thrive in sunlight, wither in the cold. Kinda ironic considering I was born in Feb right? It kinda makes me sound like a plant...in fact, my bffbe(best friend for beyond eternity...for those of you who were wondering) called me an insectivorous plant the other day....Hmm...I never DID get back at her for that. Oh wait, I think I called her a Rabid Squirrel or something like that. SO all's even I guess :P ^^.
Peace<3
Venus Fly Trap

Wow....I've been meaning to blog for so long but somehow I really could NOT manage to find the time. Things have been WAYYYY stressful the last one month or so and these days I find myself completely EXHAUSTED.
So I have a LOT i want to write but the thing is I've always found it easier to talk to a single person rather than to a whole crowd of people. I even address my diary as Diary-chan and write as if I were talking to a 'her' and not an 'it'.
So from now on, you will be a person, Blog. Now all I gotta do is think up a name for you. That will make getting that maelstrom of my feelings all out a whole lot easier.
I hope....
So anyway, I'll give you your name in the next entry.
So 2010 is over.....wow. A whole year's passed. I always feel weird at every new year. It's like I can't believe that a whole year has passed since I last celebrated new year.....Man, time sure does fly whether you're having fun or not. It makes me feel almost panicky...like I want to grab onto those passing moments and hang on for dear life...wishing that they didn't slip away that fast.
New Year wasn't great...but then that wasn't totally unexpected....I AM in the 12th grade after all...so there's bound to a lot of pressure and stress...I cried on New Years Day, so I get the feeling that this year's not going to be all that great for me...I'm one of those worrywart, superstitious people I guess...*shrug*
So any way, I guess I gotta go now. I have an English exam tomorrow and I'll need some shuteye before I get to school. Lately, it feels like all I'm ever doing is studying or attempting to. It's driving me NUTS!
Anyway, I don't really want to talk about that....
Later...
Maya