forget it...

the idea, somewhat ridiculous.
my mother laughed.
but we insisted.
out came the cake-mixes,
the bowl and the butter,
oil and the flour,
wooden spoon and aprons.
just to make it all real.
we mixed the batter,
cracked the eggs on the side.
hers landed on the table,
but mine neatly inside.
furiously mixing the ingridients,
turning the spoon round.
a cyclone, a whirlwind,
till one of us got tired,
the next took over.
my mother watched silently,
trying not to laugh.
mixing two different cake mixes,
tried something different.
ran every 5 minutes to check on the stove.
excited like we were when we were six,
playing with our barbies on the floor,
using shoes as there transport.
best-friends, we had been,
from years ago,
lost each other in the middle.
different lives we lead now,
but still manage to hold on.
the cake was done.
*tring*
went the timer,
eager to taste it.
the awesomest cake of all

katy and the suitcase

iv tried not to cry. iv tried to say goodbye. i dont have the strenght. i cant go on. stay a little while longer. dont get on that plane. dont pack ur bags. please. iv just got to know u. yes, ts been two years. the first time u sat time ur in my class, your`re just like me. smarter, prettier, nicer and happy. why are you going? itll make her cry. itll make me cry. salty tears. silly pain. i know its not all that far. wel keep in touch...but will we be able to remain friends?

Isn`t it funny how day-by-day nothing changes,

But when you look back, Everythings different.

What the hell is "twitter"?? Another one of those facebook-communicating sites?

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

today i got an i-pod...a 120 GB one...itz for getting a 90 in icse...=) iv already shoved in about 180 or songs and i have sooooo much memory left..* sigh, arent ya`ll jealous*...

im glad iv grown used to this whole blogging thingy cos at first i felt uncomfortable about posting stuff on the net...which i still am pretty aprehensive about...but i can really be myself...that is if i manage to figure me out soon but then again, i have a long way to go and i got time on my hands.

im currently in love with this i-pod and these pretty bangles i bought that day. normally, i dont go for desi stuff but they were sooooo pretty that i couldn`t resist. hehe!

was my dadz birthday on 21st...currently itz 2 thirty in the morning on 22nd...im gointa go out of town for the weekend but il be back on monday. my best friendz leaving for darj on sat so she wont be here for the rest of the holidayz...=(...

my earz still dont hurt btw...weird...not that im looking forward to the pain but isnt it weird that ur ears dont pain when they get pierced?? hmmm...

OH AND BY THE WAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I JUST FOUND OUT>>>>KRIS ALLEN WINZ AMERICAN IDOL>>>>WHATZ WRONG WITH THE AMERICANZ???? HELLLLLOOOOOOO,!!!??? ADAM LAMBERT RULEZ!!! yes i know hez "gay" but hez HOTTT!!! gay dudez are u know...hehe....im not gettin that (yet)...ADAM ADAM ADAM ADAM ADAM ADAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <3<3<3<3

*p.s.- IM NOT CRAZY...just over-ly dramatic...*

....signin out for now...

hmmmmmmmmmmmm....

oh, my ears arent hurting at all. i got them pierced on monday and the lady just punched the earrings right in. there. no pain! nothing. my mother says im wierd but whatever.

anyway, today my icse results came out...i typed in the number and waited...and then...my whole face dropped beacause they were sure as hell not good. BUT THEN i realised my name isnt rebecca!! so i checked the number, i had it wrong. finally i shocked myself with my marks. *gasp* i grabbed that calculator (im no good at math)...yeah it was am 89.4% nearly a ninety!!!!!!!! >_< >_< >_< >_<

finally a chance to prove that the world`s opinion of me was not true. i am not stupid. i am not a blonde. i do have potential so all u stuck up bitchz bringin me down can go to hell!!!

17th May, 2009 (its 2 am in the morning)

today is the day i am supposed to get my ears pierced. my second ear-hole, i can almost feel the pain. i can already see myself digging my nails into the parlour chair while she takes that "gun" and...eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!! *i know i don't have to get the ear-pierce, but i really want to! i mean what will i do with all those tiny studs i bought that day?*
yesterday was my friend shalmi`s birthday. i called and totally pissed her off, but serves her right for being 17 before me! OK, i havn`t even turned 16, but whatever.
i went to the mall yesterday and it really pisses me off that the book store doesn't have any new mangas. i mean, they've had the same stock for so long!!! and its not even the entire series of tsubasa and othello! instead, i drooled over the purple 8GB i-pod i saw. dad promised me one after my ICSE. he even promised me a laptop, but on the condition of me getting a 90% which wont be happening anytime soon.
holidays are going on and they are pretty mono-tone. again, my mom gave me that lecture about how i should get used to going to bed earlier. hah! I'm sorry but this is that useless exams effect on me. sorry, suckers! though it doesn't help that my mom wakes me up at 10 when i go to bed no earlier than three o four. i don't even do anything except steal the laptop from my parents room and play on it. *mwuahahahahaha*
yesterday i watched a movie called "loser", i really liked it because the guy was cute...sooooooo cute !!!!! =Q_______________ *dats me drooling*
i also have a crush on adam lambert from American idol, though he is gay, but....=Q_____________ *whaaaat?! i cant help myself*...oh and the guy from metro station (that's a band, who sang shake it...watch the video...the guy in grey with the two piercings above his mouth...yes that one!!! =Q________________)) ah, well.
i don't really have any real life crushes now and no new guys like me (only very weird ones which i completely ignore *ew*)...no normal-ish, hot-cute guy in this town (whoz available) anyway...
well, im signing out now...*cya*
***more news about my ear experience, later!***

And Then Revelation Came

iv decided that all dat story writing stuff isnt really me...
iv decided to take a new approach to my blog....
*ta-daa!!*

Music, it meanz so much to me...

this lazy day...

Here I am, sitting alone on my roof. The sun is setting behind me, in the west. It’s the day people vote for their leaders. It’s practically a holiday, or a bandh- this city is famous for those. Three are nothing but the houses, and their roof tops, stretching for what seems like miles on my right. There only a single tree I can see. On my left is the street. Not a tree in sight, as all of the trees have been cut to allow the streets to become bigger for the increasing number of cars. They had been absolutely beautiful and enormous trees. They had dominated this area since my mother was a child even.
A couple of houses away, its pretty far away, I can see at least five boys dancing to some loud Hindi song that I can hear from here. They must be their school dance team. An occasional loud cheer bursts out from song other area. I cannot make out why, or where. A horn is blown as the priests of the near-by mandir continue their chants for the day. The burning ghat (where they cremate the dead) seems inactive today. It’s right down the street. Iv always had a feeling this street was haunted. Once a long time ago, my father and I went to fetch the car at three in the morning. We were going on a trip somewhere I cannot remember. We had seen these beautiful elephants walking down the road. One man sat on the back of one these beautiful creatures. They walked silently and very fast into the darkness of the morning. If we hadn’t noticed when we did, we wouldn’t have seen them
A black ant is crawling on my arm. I flick it away, thought these small ones never bite. A lizard is running on the floor as fast as it can. I never was a fan of those reptilian creatures. I look up at the sky, amazed to see the sky a dark blue. It had been a pinkish tinged color only moments ago. I am looking up at the sky; I can see a sole star. Bats fly across the sky, silently, almost invisible. They fly to some orchard near-by, I suppose. The boys have gone back into the house. The cars start to honk loudly down there. People are slowly turning on their lights.
I look up to see, to my surprise, a boy in the near-by house staring at me. Hasn’t he ever seen a girl sitting on her roof, enjoying the breeze? Ok, maybe not many people sit on the floor of their roofs and furiously type on their computers. But, whatever. Im going back downstairs to draw something.

Raindropz keep fallin on my head

I walked down the street, muttering under my breath curses that my mother would be appalled to hear come out of my mouth. Four rupees in my pocket, not enough for a taxi ride back home. The sky was darkening quickly though it was only four in the afternoon. That could only mean one thing, it was about to rain. I quickened my pace only slightly but i still would not reach home in time to escape the storm looming ahead. An hours walk it would, long and boring, and very tiresome. But it was my fault for allowing him to take me all the way to god-knows-where only to get into an argument resulting in him riding off with his bike whilst leaving me there stranded. only then had i remembered that id forgotten to bring my purse.

One drop fell on my nose and i knew running would be a lost cause. in the blink of an eye, the rain came down faster and heavier. It was enough to instantly drench me. People began to run for shelter in all directions. Some had been smart enough to carry an umbrella, some ran for cover into their houses, some into the shops. I observed what was happening around me to distract me a little. I wondered how in gods name would a plastic bag protect someone from the rain as i watched the cycle-wallas ride around with the plastic bags on their heads. I looked up at the beautiful peepal tree and managed to spot some birds huddled up together to keep themselves warmer. My heart couldn't help melting as i watched how mothers tenderly made sure their children were under the umbrella or dressed in a raincoat while they themselves were drenched. I breathed in the smell of earth and damp grass, i really don't know what smell it is but its that certain smell that can be smelt after the rain. Yes, that smell. I took in the smell and the sudden change in the scenery where all the had-been-dusty leaves had magically transformed into beautiful, fresh, wet and very green leaves.

Behind me, i heard the roar of a motorbike. It came to a stop behind me and someone called my name. i turned around to look at his face. He said he was sorry for acting like that. He looked as if he meant it. I just smiled and took his hand. I wasn't angry anymore. We left the motor cycle by a tree and walked down the newly cleaned streets, hand in hand.

yes, i try to draw...

ME...<3

Hmmmm...i wrote that 1200 characters were not enough to describe me & that's true...

People think i`m talkative...people say i`m shy...people think i`m weird...people say i`m a total blonde...people don`t believe i can even rhyme 'love' with 'dove'...people say i`m gullible...people think...oh, people think too much! Honestly, i don`t care what they say about me...there`s a fallout boy song which goes "i don`t care what u think as long as itz about me"...people just do not get me...some do and that's why they`re my best friends but the rest of the world...harsh, cruel and judging...i constantly try to fight it...beat the natural order of things..
Well, let me tell you about myself. My name`s Priyanka Mehta. I love me. Yes, i may well be the girl who sits in a corner daydreaming as the world fast-forwards by. You know, i could try and hide in lil bubble and try to stay unnoticed but i`m pretty much hard to miss! Well, for starters, i`m a five foot, eight inched foreign-looking girl in India with long brown hair. Yeah, hiding? Not so much...

If you asked to describe myself with one word, it would be narcissist and bloody proud of it! There isn`t a mirror i can pass without so much a glance at myself. Out of 300 hundred pictures on my phone, 250 are of me. Sheesh, its my phone! Hey, i`m a Leo...just living up to my sun sign! Proud (and majestic ^_^)!

Another thing? I love drawing. There isn`t a single desk in my class that doesn`t have my doodling on them. I may not draw well, but its my first love! I absolutely adore Japanese mangas and i`m not afraid to say it! Oh, one of my brilliant (according to me) ideas is to graphitise my car (when i get one, that is). You`re all welcome to join me. (i copyright that idea, by the way) Only, i figured monsoon and weathering is going to be a problem...*sigh* =)

Well my second love is music. I can`t play an instrument, unfortunately! =( All i can do is sing (i suggest you invest in a pair of earplugs (: ).

I`m not exactly blessed with writing skills but i try my best! I wrote the song (The girl who couldn`t cry), its not exactly good and it doesn`t rhyme but i`m proud of it all the same! :) I love talking on the phone, listening to music, swimming, dancing, singing, taking pictures (i`m not my only subject, you know!) and doing alot of shit. Now, i`v got to go cram in twenty-eight history chapters *sigh* so ciao!

Bleh!!! writerz block!

is it sooo wrong to like someone u really shouldnt? if he doesnt acknowledge ur presence...or mayb cos he is th guy wit th worst reputation so far...if hez jus bad ofr u? itz nt lyk hez into th vices of sortz but still hez nt th best lukin nd he really is twisted...playz gamez...likes th typically hot ppl...itz wierd but i guess datz y im drawn to him...i dono...fish, im confused....aiyaya!!!

problemz, problemz...so evidently a part of life...bein a teenager is hard nd confusin...gah! =(

The Girl Who Could Not Cry....

They knew she was different,
From the day she was born,
But they never noiced,
Until that day,
Her mother died...
She loved her so much,
But she never cried,
Not once, Not at all,
This is the story of the girl who could not cry,
No matter if it hurt,
No one knew why...no one knew why....
When the leaves fell off the trees,
The cold wind blew that fall,
He broke her heart that day,
Ripped right into two...
But she didnt cry,
She loved him so much,
But she never cried,
No, she never cried,
Not once, not at all...
This is the story of the girl who could not cry,
No matter if it hurt,
No one knew why...
He broke her heart,
But she never cried...she didnt cry...
Nothing went well,
Her job began to suck,
Wakin' up at four am,
And walk through the muck,
But she never cried...
And then one day, she got fired,
Overdue bills pilled up,
But, oh, she never cried...(x2)
They evicted her,
The movers came along,
She packed her bags,
And moved downtown,
And there he was...
Oh, the boy who didnt cry...
All of a sudden...
This is the story of the girl who could not cry,
No matter if it hurt,
No one knew why...
They met...they kissed...
After that, they didnt need to cry,
Together they couldnt cry,
They wouldnt cry,
Didnt cry...................

the beginning

its my first blog...im really excited...:)...im sure this will be fun...im really nt sure wat to do now...we`ll see...