ok so i typed a whole long post yesterday, but it didn't work but thankfully i saved it in a word doc as well because i've developed the habit due to irritating blogger servers everywhere. yes, blogger is damn slow and pissing off in all parts of the world. it didn't even work when i tried to access it somewhere in england. bath i think. but then that was the absolute depth of shitty computerdom. and internetdom. 50p for half an hour, and incredibly slow connection. my grandpa's slowness of internet comes pretty close though, although atleast i'm not paying 50p for half an hour.

anyhow the post from yesterday.

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boredom has arrived.

well, for starters, happy diwali!
i'm getting sick of saying that actually. i've been saying it practically nonstop since yesterday. and my grandma's been sending me to various houses around here to give plates of sweets to the neighbours. and they invariably call me in and start talking about my clothes and school and exams and bullshit. and give me sweets. and i don't even like indian sweets. not most of them, anyway. and then yesterday we took a long drive down to almost the outskirts of bangalore to where my greatgrandma lives, to pay her a diwali visit. she's really quite a remarkable woman. she's like.. 87 or something, and she's completely lucid and actually very sharp and knows all sorts of stuff and has this amazing zest for life.

the day before yesterday, my dad was here so my mom found a new shopping companion (less willing than me, of course, but ever obliging) and an excuse to have me stay at home and 'study'. although all i really did was plug in the earphones and read a book. And when she went with my dad she guiltlessly bought jewelry. Which I didn’t like much anyway. And she was supposed to take me out after coming back, but she came back late and then my grandfather said the traffic would be bad so I transitted into bad mood mode and stormed away upstairs, plugged in the headphones again and did math!!! Haha it was quite… interesting. The fact that I decided to do math, not the math itself obviously considering that math is… math.

And I’m trying to see if I can change from bio SAT to history or something. I don’t know what on earth induced me to register for biology. It’s majorly boring and I’m just staring at the book and… staring and staring and staring and who the hell cares about differential interference-contrast microscopes??? I’d rather dig my nose or something. Really.

Incidentally – worm, I had to open the door for my dad cos everyone except my brother and me sleeps downstairs and my mother’s lazy anyway and my grandparents sleep early so it was my brother’s and my job to stay up to let him in when he arrived. Of course, my brother fell asleep. Anyway I didn’t mind since my dad arrived at about 1230 which is before my usual sleeping time in Singapore atleast. Although in India when you’re confined to the house after 10pm by grandfatherly decree, there’s nothing much to do but sleep or study or internet but then the computer’s near my grandparents’ bedroom and the keyboard is very noisy. So. Whatever, I don’t know why I’m devoting an entire paragraph to inconsequential stuff.

What else. I’ve been having weird dreams. I think I’m missing my class because I’ve had atleast two dreams involving the class. Two dreams in the last three days or so. And I can’t remember what I dreamt last night, so it could’ve been class stuff as well. Anyway, one dream was that in J2 I was going to be moved to another class for some strange reason and I was crying and crying and crying because I SO did not want to be moved. And another dream was a class outing and vaish was saying something stupid about tigers and everyone was laughing at her and generally the class outing was very enjoyable. We were walking around in some esplanadeish place. The area outside the esplanade. I think. Oh there was another dream about a romantic liaison between two members of our class. A very unlikely couple, actually. Very very unlikely. I have no idea why I dreamt of them being together. It’s not a couple that I’d ever have imagined. Which is possibly why, in the dream, I was rather upset? Or maybe just cos the girl half of the couple is someone who’s company I enjoy quite a lot and she was spending a lot of time with the guy half. Ask me and I’ll tell you which girl and which guy. It’s weird to reveal it on a blog. The thought of the dream still makes me feel mildly queasy. I think they were sleeping together or something. SO weird. Oh I woke up after that dream, and catalogued it in my memory, and then I went back to sleep and dreamt that I was talking to the girl about the coupledom, and she said she wasn’t actually with him and all this time she was with a J2. some guy I’d never heard of before. Damnnnnn weird.

Then there was yet another dream where I was at some place with kel and choon and vaish or something, and there was a fan blowing in my face and my contact lens got dry so I took it out. Then it flew away or something, and I caught it again. And for some reason it got stuck to a piece of tissue. And then I was trying to tear the tissue away and ended up tearing the lens and being very upset about it. And it was a damn huge contact lens by the way. Like, it was bigger than my hand. But it was a contact lens, and I the only thing I said about the size in the dream was “why on earth am I the only one with such a huge lens? They tear so easily” or something like that. And after that I went to a bookstore with Kelly so I could feel better, and I was thinking about ways to break the news of the torn contact lens to my mother, especially since it was brand new – it was the one I just collected before coming to India. But in the dream I wasn’t in India. I was in Singapore, I guess, although the places in the dream didn’t look familiar at all.

So. Real life. I just realized that I left my zero 7 cd behind in Singapore!!! Gah. But I’ve been listening to my delovely several times and loving it more and more, and I’ve got about 30 cds besides that. Some of which are mp3 cds. and sam phillips completely completely rocks. especially Reflecting Light and If I Could Write. can't get enough of those two songs.

Oh last night the Diwali celebrations were quite cool. well. different, anyway since it's the first time i've been in bangalore for diwali. all the kids here put up a show. the little girls did a bunch of dances, which was quite nice and there are some little girls who can really -dance-. and the boys did some skit which was completely shitty. and not just from a hoity-toity rp perspective. everyone thought it was hilariously bad, and all the actors kept talking when they went offstage, not realising that the mike picked everything up, including when one guy went off after a scene and said "yay, everyone laughed" which of course only made the audience laugh even more, although the initial laughter was more for how silly the play was than for any intended comedic effect. although it was a comedy.

oh i also met a really nice and also hot guy at the party. so starved for hot indian guys in singapore, who actually have interesting personalities to match. anyway. this guy has really nice hair, and is really really friendly and great to talk to, and funny and stuff. a friend of mine asked me why it matters that there aren't indian guys whom i find attractive, and why i can't date a chinese guy or something. i'm not sure why, but it's never really occurred to me as a viable possibility. and in any case, i can't think of any chinese guys i know whom i'd want to date anyway. that's pretty much what i told him, although i think he's still a bit perplexed. somehow the dating scene in bangalore is a lot less conservative than you'd expect for india. i guess, again, it's the rebellion thing. and anyway my friend's got a girlfriend for every week so his values are by default screwed. anyhow, i'm completely unattracted to anybody in the world at this moment. except saif ali khan and johnny depp. oh there's a really cute saif ad on tv, for lay's chips. it's got his dad in it too. and i found out today that my really hot 27-year-old second cousin in washington has a really pretty, rich and successful lawyer girlfriend whose entire family visited him while he was living with a tribe in Ecuador doing social work with the Peace Corps. how cool is that.

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ok so that was yesterday. today.. it's 330 in the afternoon, and the india-pakistan ODI cricket match is going on so my grandparents, dad and brother are glued to the tv. i watched the first half hour and then bailed. i'll probably watch the last half hour later on, to will india to win or something. although considering the pathetic run rate that doesn't look likely. sachin tendulkar should be hung drawn and quartered. he was out before india'd made 29 runs. that's worse than pathetic, and it's been a long time since he's played really well. i think it's time for him to retire. atleast if he did now, he'd retain some of the great legacy instead of ruining it all. rahul dravid is hot.

besides that, nothing much to tell. my friend's calling me now so i have to go. she was at thirupati yesterday - this pilgrimage-ish mountain where people go and pray and often shave their heads, so i'm curious to see if she took me up on my dare that she shave her head and come back. ta!

i guess i'm not so bored after all. someone asked me yesterday, how i survive here with such limited computer access considering my constant internettishness in singapore. i think there's just a lot more to life in india.