chit - you going to the temple repeatedly? i am impressed. i went to the temple today and almost died of heatstroke/aching feet/hunger. and come over anytime, just let me know. navratri not really an impediment for me, except friday cos my mom's got her navratri bash on that day.
actually i do have other impediments - eventually i will actually have to do something for openhouse, and i have a long to-do list that isn't necessarily all fun things like thons. and i'm being forced to leave for india in three weeks even though school ends five days later. i need to find some crucial reason to attend those last days of school, because i walked into the trap of "if you can skip school all the time when it's convenient for you why can't you skip 4 days for this" by skipping school repeatedly when i felt like it.
and i have pwwww. was supposed to redo second draft over the weekend, but haven't touched it so i'll do it in school tomorrow. i don't know why i'm up so late now. actually i do. i was clearing up my room. the stacks of notes all around, and the dust because my maid is even worse than merely ineffectual. she does the stupidest things. today when we came home my mom got so mad because she put the bedsheet that was supposed to be put on the guestroom bed, under the mattress, and used some other ugly sheet to cover the mattress. i have no idea where she got that idea from. i mean, the ugly sheet wasn't even mentioned by my mom at all. in fact i've never seen that sheet used anywhere at all. anyway so i was clearing my room, and burning stuff to cds off my hard drive to clear it up a little as well. i've burned half my gg season 4 onto a dvd-r. and i've burned the good movies i had on my computer, like dps and dogma and high fidelity and legally blonde and run lola run and stuff. and i burnt some qaf. i have a huge qaf collection which i'll just burn and keep or sell or give away or something unless my interest gets rekindled, which it might because i watched some bits of it and slightly fell in love with brian all over again. especially brian with gus. and justin is cute.
this morning i was dragged out of bed before 10 o'clock, because we had to go to the temple for some navratri-related puja. and for some reason, my brother who was spending the night at his friend's place, managed to get out of going, because this other kid's come from india and staying with my brother's friend and the three of them were going to snowcity. apparently when my mom called to ask if my brother would go with us to the temple all my brother said was "but zain's here!" and my mom gave in. i wonder if my brother's just going to live at the other house from now on. he's always there. or the friend's always here. it's minty's brother, for those of you who'd know. he and my brother are inseperable. cute, really.
so. the puja. we got there at 11, and my dad was pissy because i took my usual long time to bathe and get ready and stuff and he was sure taht by the time we got there it'd be over. (which i guiltily admit was partially my intention in taking so long getting ready). but guess what? the puja actually lasted until 2pm. the best laid plans... and it was fucking hot and i was so hungry because all i had for breakfast was a piece of soggy bruschetta because my maid in her infamous efficiency heated it up right when i'd gone in to bathe, so i ate it 45 minutes later when it didn't taste so good and therefore i didn't eat most of it and therefore i was hungry soon after, and had to wait till after 2 to queue up at the temple and eat. and during the puja i was smsing and i got a couple of phone calls and my dad kept glaring at me and telling me to focus on a puja that i understood nothing of. and, seriously, my mother was social-butterflying as usual and he was telling me? ok the image of my mother and a butterfly do not go. and, anyway, i wasn't really pissed off with my dad, he just believes that i should get a little more spiritual and less materialistic or something, in less cheesy new-age terminology. gah i don't seem to make a lot of sense. but actually i like going to the temple, mostly. well, sometimes. it's nice and quiet and .. spiritual. like churches.
after that, being in close proximity to serangoon, of course the parental units couldn't give up a chance to shop for vegetables, or rather my mom couldn't give up the chance and she successfully put my dad in a bad mood because he hates mustafa, and he hates any serangoon-related place on sunday, so he got really pissed off at having to shop there, then. and we finally got home at almost 4. and an hour later i went with my mom to look at the exhibition clothes, and help put the clothes racks together, and then went back home, my mom left for her navratri rounds only, unusually, this time my dad accompanied her. i guess one of the places must've included dinner. i had fettucine arrabiatta and pizza for dinner, which made me feel fat. and this time my brother, cocoa and zain are spending the night at my place because the clothes thing is at cocoa's house tomorrow and my house has the less destructible doll display, so lesser of two evils is to have them stay here so here they are staying. evidently my brother has no school tomorrow. i wish i didn't either. then i would feel less horrible about being up so late tonight, and less worried about falling asleep in school but i'm terribly unsleepy right now. and tomorrow apparently we're getting math back. eek.
oh i watched half of pearl harbour today! josh hartnett's hot! he got less hot after that movie though. and seems to have disappeared off the face of the earth. actually no he hasn't.. he just did wicker park. but he seems to have bad luck with movies. pearl harbour, 40 days 40 nights, wicker park. ouch.
oh guess what! i found my little purple stapler that's been missing for months! it was inside a cd rack, behind a cd. i have no idea how it got there. but there are some merits to clearing one's room. it's nice to find long-lost things. and it was a loved thing, too. so even nicer.
i should go sleep now. i finally feel sleep tugging at my eyes.
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