omg i'm boooored. my friend came to call me out at like 115 and i was bathing, then i had lunch and then i forgot to go call on her again until just now, and she's studying cos she's in the middle of her exams which are the equivalent of our a-level prelims. gahhh it's so shitty that everytime i come in december, people's exams crop up. well, atleast freaky bangalore guy doesn't seem to care much for going to college, so he fairly keeps me entertained. only it's still sort of... clandestine because my grandpa insists that he's a druggie with a really bad rep and stuff. ok truthfully, he did do dope for a while in june or something, but now he just smokes normal cigarettes, something which every other teenaged guy in bangalore seems to do. another friend of mine's been smoking since he was 13 or 14. he snagged a couple of his dad's cigarettes and has been addicted ever since. but i'm totally digressing here.

i'm freaking bored. and the weather's screwed up. it's freezing in the mornings, then the afternoons are extremely bright and sunny, and then it's freezing again in the evening and through the night. in fact apparently there's a dense fog in the early morning, something i could only witness if i could induce myself to rise any earlier than 1030, which is something of a lost cause during the holidays, much as my grandparents and mother try everyday to wake me and my brother from 9 in the morning. but inside the house it's cold-ish most of the time, though not a newyorkwinter kind of cold which requires heaters and stuff. it's an england-in-june kinda cold. quite nice, although for some reason right now my fingers feel really frigid. bangalore's got this kinda weather most of the year, which is nice. but the weird extreme sunniness outside is pissing me off. i could barely see just now when i stepped outside.

and i think i'm missing orchard road, because the other day we went to this huge mall in bangalore which opened recently and it's like a proper mall you'd find anywhere in singapore or the US, complete with a real cineplex with 11 theatres. it even looks a little like PS inside, and i felt right at home and strangely happy in there. talk about retail therapy. although actually we didn't have time for shopping since we'd stopped off at a dozen other shopping places on the way and got to the mall just in time to meet some people for dinner. we went to this food courtish place called the transit lounge (cool name yeah? it even looks a little like an airport lounge) and stuffed ourselves silly - mediterranean, turkish, mexican, indian, chinese, italian food, and swiss icecream.

crazy thing: that mall has the first macdonald's in bangalore, and it has a LINE outside the place, which extends all the way OUT of the mall. a novel sight, coming from singapore where macdonald's are a dime a dozen and i've barely ever seen any sort of a line at mac's. india isn't really that backward, that macdonald's is like a major cause of excitement, but the progress comes in weird places and in really amusing ways. atleast there are already pizza places from domino's to pizza hut to pizza corner, every few blocks. i suppose by the next time i come, the same will be true for mac's as well. it's interesting, coming to bangalore once every year for a few years, because you really notice how a place changes. but then my friends here have no clue what the OC is, so there's still some way to go =P

ohohoh and the mall had a Lush! ultimate sign of coolness. i have to go back there sometime and SHOP properly and watch vanity fair or something. my mom says she'll take me if i do a certain amount of math and econs. damnnnn i wish life were easy. in other news, my dad now heads a division of 11 countries which includes pakistan therefore he's going to pakistan soon. i feel mildly envious, because i've always wanted to visit pakistan and saudi arabia and stuff. my brother was saying that he feels afraid for my dad, a hindu going to pakistan (my brother comes up with weird fears like that) but that he thinks my dad looks like a pakistani, like a khan. my entire family finds that very funny. but i suppose it's true that my dad doesn't look indian (although veer-zaara would tell you that indians and pakis look the same) - once in an airport in the US, he got asked if he was white.

gahh i have to go now. post full of randomness. bye!