Saturday, December 31

Bye, Bitch.

I made a post on Jan 1, 2011. So I will make one today, Dec 31, 2011 and I will make one tomorrow, also (no prizes for guessing :P)

Nothing has significantly changed in this past year. I learned a lot of lessons and the best one I learnt was filtering. The good from the bad, the keeper from the garbage and the musk from the fake. The process was hurtful but I've gained a lot from it and I am sure, so have you.

2011 was also full of experiences :P Some make you sick, some get you sick :P Ha, I'm going to forget this probably, but I am chuckling as I write this now (Dates to be Noted: Gandhi Jayanti & December 28 lol! )

If anything, I don't feel grown up. I don't feel like I am 20. I feel like I've missed being 15, 16, 17, 18 and 19 and in last quarter of the year, I've tried to catch up with the 5 years I missed trying to be mature and 'grown up', 'do the right things', 'take the decided step' and other blahs that keep you jailed. I shouldn't have, really. Like my good friend once yelled in my ears, "KARIIMMAAAA!!! Your young only once!!" I throw this in everyone's face who try to make me act like a woman. Coloring my hair red, going on roller coasters, getting over my fears and the 'It won't kill me' attitude has paid. I am free person and I feel 'freedom' in my heart. It's the best I've felt to date.

When you let go of yourself, you will grow. You just simply have to trust me when I say this. What you think you are right now is going to change. You won't even remember what kind of a person you are now same time next year. Rather, if you let yourself loose, unleash your inner self and speak your mind - you will be a threat to the people who judged you & tried to overshadow you. Be true to you. That's the first step to being fabulous.

Now why I am ranting this poop? Because this is how I will summarize 2011, finding myself. Knowing who is me and I am sure of one thing, I am a lot less clueless I am now than I was last year. #WIN!

All I truly hope for 2012 is that I find courage. Courage to confess hate, friendship, confessions, crush, likeness, love. Courage to not care, hold myself together and still have a high head. Figuring out a way right now, maybe I will stumble across one? Who knows?

And my wish for you, reader? May you happy a superb year and may you survive 2012 :)

HAPPY 2012! See you tomorrow with more hidden rantings from my walnut-like salty brain.

I Love You, ............... (ugh, why is it so hard?)

Ciao, /bye

Monday, November 28

Poem: If You Could See Me Now

I intended this poem to be a song, originally but while I tried playing it and added music to it- I broke down always. Then it was Eid some days ago. As a kid, I always opened the door when my father came in from Namaz and then followed our tradition of oil & rice. I still open the door but then it's never for my father. It's been so long since I saw my mom take a plate of rice and place a bowl of oil right in the center.

People feel empty about friends and boyfriends leaving them. That stupid song Emptiness has no sense to it even.  Anyway, so I made the song into a poem because no way I can sing it!

I see in the mirror,
A striking image of your face
How my eyes,
Resemble your strength.

They look at me and say how much I remind them of you,
And they praise me when they see how much I’ve grown without you.
I laugh with them & with them I cry,
But I don’t let them see the part that I hide,
The part that longs for you,
The one that wishes- whatever’s happened is just not true.

** Oh Daddy, I wish you could see me now,
Into the person that I’ve become
Into the child that you’ve left behind
Oh daddy, if you could be with me now,
We would tour the world & I’d show you what I’ve done
You’d be proud of me & then we’d have partied.

For all the times I fought with you,
For all the times I didn’t listen,
To all the times I missed to say I love you,
To all the times I didn’t care.
I just want to say- Daddy, I’m sorry.

**Oh daddy, I wish you could see me now,
How I’m broken, how I’m crushed;
But still together
Oh daddy, if you could be with me now,
I’d feel more like myself
To say to the least
I’d feel like somebody’s baby girl again.

I see in the mirror,
A striking image of your face,
And then I say,
It’s all of you that I have left.

Until Next time,
curry /bye

Sunday, November 20

How I Won My Scooty

Lots of people asking me if I won my scooty in a lucky draw or if I am bluntly lying about winning it at all. First thing that you should really understand that not everyone is born with a silver spoon and the sometimes you need to work hard to get what you want. Many times you are given rare opportunities, you need to spot them and grab them- that's the catch.

Second thing is that the things you WANT to get, you will get them only when you will truly need it. Life just doesn't "happen". 90% is what you make it and rest 10% is already written. Material things (in Marketing terms Tangible goods) are the part of 10%. You will get them when time comes.

So here's my story:

  • June 20: Contest on Scootygals Began

  • June 26: What post I actually saw and knew about the contest

This was posted at 2:17, I saw it at 3:15ish. I am sure because my mom was dancing on my head to pray and I was like 1 minute.. 1 minute..

  • June 26: 6:05 pm (5 minutes late) I posted my video

This video, infact, was posted at 6:30pm because my original video (which was already 5minutes too late) crashed.

  • June 26 to June 28: My elder sister loved my video so she asked everyone she knew to like my video. Even though the basis was Creativity, she wanted to make sure that we win by likes and comments also.

  • June 29: This made my heart skip 100 beats. I remember Labi and me jumping like frogs in the entire house

Then there were people who just couldn't deal with losing. So they picked on my 'lateness' and started a comment rebellion. Also claiming me to be a part of the Scootygals team itself :P That was the funniest (in the picture after this)

Then Scootygals defended me... that was the best! 

Haters gon' Hate

  • June 29 to October 30: The time of patience. They didn't reply to my emails despite having all my details. All the said was, 'we are going through some internal changes'

Unnerving questions from everyone everyday 'Has your scooty come?' made me lose faith more and then I completely gave up on getting it.

  • October 31: But then God has his ways of convincing you. Someone physically called me and gave me details and asked me to get a Learners' License

  • November 01: License submitted to be made

  • November 03: I got the rough idea of the x amount of Taxes I had to pay (So yes, my scooty is not completely free)

  • November 04: Went with Mom to the nearest TVS Showroom, paid the taxes and picked out the color for my Scooty.

  • November 06: Went to pick it up, didn't take it because of paper issues

  • November 07: Happy Birthday call from Scootygals Contest Head :)

  • November 08: THE PURPLE CYGNET comes home for the first time

  • November 20: I get a helmet (I love you, Roger) and my license plate number!

So ladies and gentlemen, this is the detailed timeline of how I won my scooty. I hope the picture is finally clear in your head.

If not... Simply give me a call and I shall give you a ride at a fast speed- so much that the cold air will remove the doubt from your head :)

Wednesday, October 5

Steps To Kill A Bastard

While I write this, I am at peace. They say imagination is stronger than reality, well I'm not complaining. At this moment if you're angry and the picture of the person you're angry at is clear in your head - you are going to enjoy this.

Everyone has a bastard in their life. I have a few in mine too. However a new bastard has been discovered and if given the chance, I will do everything to get revenge. In my defense, I'm a Scorpion. We strike to kill :)

1) If Bastard is too strong for your jargon, you may replace it with Son-of-a-Bitch.
2) I am sorry, this does not apply for bitches. However, if a bitch surfaces in my life - there shall be another post!


1) Hairography

Go for the hair. 

Step 1: Grab a handful and shake that head with all your anger.
Step 2 (a) : Shake till they get dizzy and throw them down, begin kicking. You may require a couple more people to achieve success at this
Step 2 (b): Shake till they get dizzy and start fist punching in the face. If you are a girl, you may slap and add kicks in the stomach

2) S-I-N-G

Human Anatomy lesson :P

How about we let Sandra Bullock explain this one? :) (click here) S-I-N-G

3) The Neck Wringing

I'd like to try this. Looks cool in the movies!

Step 1: Cup your hands around the neck and apply pressure on the thumb (If the guy has a prominent Adam's apple, you may press that).
Step 2: Bring in the strength on your pinkie fingers and dig the other fingers in slightly
Step 3: Snap the neck, like you're opening a tough jar.

4) The Collar

If the bastard is not wearing a shirt, try other options

Step 1: Grab the collar and shake them till dizzy
Step 2: Give a punch in the face till Nosebleed and throw on the ground
Step 3: Call for reinforcements. You may require 3-4 angry people for this

5) The TearGas

Requirements: A deo or any other pressured can

Step 1: Spray the entire can in the eye of the said bastard
Step 2: When the can has emptied hit with it till Nosebleed
Step 3: Round up with kicking in the stomach with your knee
Step 4: Leave them to die

6) The Back&Forth

Requirement: A bat
Reinforcement: May require one more person

Step 1: Hug the bastard from one side and scream in their ears
Step 2(a): Grab a bat and hit on butt on 10 times. Repeat set if the bastard doesn't cry
Step 2(b): With the reinforcement, hit on the back and the front till the bastard cries. If the crying starts in 5 or 6 blows, don't stop - finish what was started

7) The Calf kick

Requirement: Practice Step 1

Step 1: Kick the bastard in the calf with your heel
Step 2: When they've lost balance, trip them and let them fall on the ground
Step 3: Hurl down with the pointed elbow and push it in the stomach
Step 4: Start kicking till the bastard cries

8) The Runway

Requirement: A jeep or any monster 4 wheeler

Watch This for Reference: | 7:40 |

Step 1: Run them over
Step 2: Multiple times

That's it for now :) I hope you enjoyed this post and you killed your bastard 8 times. And don't worry about them coming back, there are only 7 rebirths, you have the upper hand ;) 

Let me know if you have your ways to kill a bastard. This post does not mind growing.

Till I think of another cool post to write,

currie /bye

Monday, August 29

Who am I?

That is the toughest question you can ask me. If it comes in an exam, damn right I'm gonna fail it (wouldn't be the first, to be honest). In my little life, I've maintained journals, blogs and written down my feelings or my rantings. Each time I've looked back into them, they've all been different. Sometimes I've had my wishes granted and not realized (these parts are the best) or maybe this is what people call growth?

So today, 29th August 2011 this is who I am:

Pre-Script: This post is my major rant/ more of what is going around me and the cause & effect it's having on me

I'm your incorrect perception. I don't really share what I feel, what I'm thinking and about my life with people except my family and extremely dear friends. This has resulted in numerous rumors and then it gets tough to clear the air, so I just let everyone keep thinking whatever they want. It's easier that way.

My non-sharing nature has helped me make friends who become a part of my life, then these friends leave. Most of them stay and I've had the longest relations with them and I always will despite the distance.

I'm don't like to judge people. I like them as they come. If I really have to judge someone it will be based on mannerism and character, mostly. Your behavior speaks more about you than anything else.

Volde.. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is an exception

I'm not good with secrets, if you tell me a secret where in you've discovered the cure the heartbreak, I'll spread it like wildfire. If you tell me a secret that is truly yours, it will be taken to the grave :)

I love reading and writing and reading and writing and writing and reading and writing! There's a couple other things I love also but they are not to be blogged about :P I grow fond and partial of people with whom I share common interest. If you're a Potterhead, I wanna know you!

I have Bragging Rights to being a Scorpion and having worked at a lot of cool places from when I was 15 :P

I don't want to write more. It's ajeeb writing something that ever so slightly open the gates to you. But oh, well.. atleast it's writing!


Friday, August 5

Wronged. I have wronged.

I have wronged. Committed a crime. I feel so guilty. It wasn't even worth it. I just wish this feeling would pass. But I know it won't. Things like these just don't leave your memory. But I will forget it someday, sooner infact; my heart heals quicker than that of a normal person. No one wants to believe it, but it does.

Such an impulsive person I am and I regret it. I want this feeling to stay so that I'll have lesson learnt. It won't, I know that, like I said.

Someday, I'm going to scratch my head reading this post and I'll ask myself what crime had I committed? But it's not worth mentioning. It is, but it embarrasses me how ill-willed I could be.

Weak, vulnerable, pathetic- I just cant seem to find enough good-english swear words for me. I just had to write this, wanted to get it out. I want to shout basically, but we live in a stupid society and there's not a quiet place in Mumbai

I wanna let this go. I wanna hang on to it. I just wanna deal with this & accept this as my life, I know nothing else.

Forgive me for I have sinned. Please, I beg.

Wednesday, July 6

Me in solid words and I'm not talking!

Seriously. My friend and I were discussing Names and I just googled the meaning of my larger than life name:
Karima Sanela Khan

This is what Karima means:
This is what Sanela means:

How funny is that, THAT is exactly how I am? /omg My mouth was left hanging when I read it /shock That was my nature, my character defined by solid scientists who don't even know of my existence. I am re-reading these articles and I am stumped! Is that how much name matters? Every word, every sentence is truth and it is shocking that a name has so much effect on people. /XD

WHOA. None the less, I love my names and this has certainly helped me, know me better :) What does your name mean?

Tell me all,
Currie /bye

Wednesday, April 20

Daddy's Poem

I can't stop crying. Why do I come across things like these?

Her hair was up in a pony tail,
her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
and she couldn't wait to go.

But her mommy tried to tell her,
that she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
if she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid;
she knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates
of why he wasn't there today.

But still her mother worried,
for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
she tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school
eager to tell them all.. 
About a dad she never sees
A dad who never calls.

There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
anxious in their seats

One by one the teacher called
a student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
as seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name,
every child turned to stare.

Each of them was searching,
a man who wasn't there.
"Where's her daddy at?"
she heard a boy call out.
"She probably doesn't have one,"
another student dared to shout.
And from somewhere near the back,she heard a daddy say,
"Looks like another deadbeat dad,
too busy to waste his day."

The words did not offend her,
as she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher,
who told her to go on.

And with hands behind her back,
slowly she began to speak.

And out from the mouth of a child,
came words incredibly unique-
"My Daddy couldn't be here,
because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,
since this is such a special day.

And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy,
and how much he loves me so.

He loved to tell me stories
he taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
and taught me to fly a kite.

We used to share fudge sundaes,
and ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him.
I'm not standing here alone.
"Cause my daddy's always with me,
even though we are apart
I know because he told me,
he'll forever be in my heart"

With that, her little hand reached up,
and lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat,
beneath her favorite dress.

And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads, her
mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter,
who was wise beyond her years.
For she stood up for the love of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her,
doing what was right.
And when she dropped her hand back down, staring
straight into the crowd.

She finished with a voice so soft,
but its message clear and loud.
"I love my daddy very much,
he's my shining star.
And if he could, he'd be here,
but heaven's just too far.

You see he was a policeman
and died just this past year
When airplanes hit the towers
and taught Americans to fear.
But sometimes when I close my eyes,
it's like he never went away."

And then she closed her eyes,
and saw him there that day.
And to her mothers amazement,
she witnessed with surprise. A room full of daddies and children,
all starting to close their eyes.
Who knows what they saw before them,
who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second,
they saw him at her side.

"I know you're with me Daddy,"
to the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers, of those once
filled with doubt.
Not one in that room could explain it,
for each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.
And a child was blessed, if only for a moment, by the
love of her shining star.
And given the gift of believing, that heaven is never
too far.

- Cheryl Costello-Forshey

If you have parents. FUCKING Love Them. You don't know how incomplete it feels, how just their name can stab in your heart and crush it into a million piece. How one little unheard story of theirs can make your throat burn with a strong desire to dig the graves and for once, look whats beneath and try to bring the skeleton back to life. That doesn't happen. I wish it did. Running away from the place doesn't help either.

Friday, April 15

It's so quiet

Sometimes its good to look out through a window at night or maybe take a stroll. Night time has always amused me. Stories say that this time of the day is for the unseen things that exist with you. That's why the dogs howl, trees whisper and the birds hide in their nests

How could God save a time, as lovely as after midnight for the spirits? He could've given them the day, anyway the sun doesn't scare you and then we could have the night all to ourselves. Playing, Dancing, Singing all under moon light.

Thinking about it gives me chills and how the light warmth from the moon feels like a blanket around me. If we had this time to us, if we could sleep during the day- I wonder how different our lives would've been?

Or maybe I'm reading too much of Dark Novels. HaHa

Until Night Beckons,
/bye Currie

Sunday, April 10

A Picture is worth a Thousand Words. NOT, Especially if they're Mine.

It's been a while since I've been blamed for a number of things concerning my pictures. I tried to smile at them, telling people that it's just a captured moment, maybe it was a lucky one for me and saying other stupid things to lowball myself to suit the esteem of others.

I've become so confused now, I hardly know what to believe. A picture, my mirror or just find my reflection in words of other people of how they see me.

A picture could lie- smart photographers have discovered 'angles'
A mirror could lie - a part of my head must've created an illusion of me to how i see, maybe I would self adjust or the mirror could be the Convex type

The only thing I'm left to believe is the words of others because my other two options are possible liars.

I have really succumbed to this. "Gosh, you're looking so good! so different! so unlike you!" and various derivatives of the same sentence that I'm afraid of meeting new people I first find online and my beginning statements to them begin with "haha.. my dp is deciving! :P :P" the end teasers and the haha start is what I add so that my words appear light and silly unlike my true feelings of despair and half-heartedness.

I'm sorry I look different in pictures but honestly, it's unintentional. I've never tried to hide who I am, I've hardly ever edited- they're just straight from the folder (apart 4m the CID one and a few other obvious ones, you can make out) but never otherwise.

I don't know if that's a good thing or bad but it's definitely acting up on my disadvantage list. My pictures coming out different than I am, or as I am said.

I'm sorry I don't mean to fool you. It's just.. I promise I hate it too, whatever the stupid phenomenon is. I'll try to make it go away.

A Picture is worth a thousand words, they say. Mine are worth a thousand screams and my attempts to look as much myself as I can which means showing off ugly as if she's worth the princess' crown. And I actually do that but still I don't get said that's how I am.

I'm lost in the tunnel that has light at the other end. Running towards the light has only made it go farther. I'm 19, so grown up; so childish still I don't know what I look like.

Mirror Mirror on the Wall, are you true? Or you lie to them all?

Saturday, March 26

New, Rare and Awkward

I made a horrible decision today. I gave soft and sad romantic songs a chance. The fault was totally of my ex-crush, why did he had to show up in MY Society, near MY House, around MY Playground with a girl and well, in ways she was better than me :-/ but only in 2 departments, I should add. She didn't look smart for sure.

Enough bitching about her, I wish I had things to bitch about :( I would soon, don't be disheartened, dear reader :) Nobody can hide from me /wahaha

So leaving the bitch aside, yes, romantic songs. I'm not a BIG Romantic you know. I like to think that true love comes only from your family and then friends and before these two it comes from yourself but sometimes the last one that I've mentioned here takes time to come.

Shit, I went into philosophy! My bad. So I am not a Big Romantic and I gave a chance to romantic songs and well, they make me uneasy. I've never been in love, right? Countless crushes, infinite likes but not ONE person I can say, 'Dude, I think I'm in love'.. Yea I pretend my ex-crush is all that but he's just a crush. An ex-crush to add the details and I'm a girl, I thrive on drama :D (Sorry, girls I'm accepting this in open)

So Romance Songs, especially the ones I'm listening to right now are making me feel ticklish /shocked. Snuggly enzymes in me are kickin' in and I'm feeling bad I don't have a big enough huggable teddy bear. and the aforesaid has not even been gifted to me (ever) I think every girl in the world has a snuggly teddy bear but me and cute heart shaped chocolates and greeting cards and cute pens and head bands and a cup saying, 'Best Girlfriend' and a pendent of his initial and a small keepsake to carry everywhere. But Me. Like look at this image below, anime it is but atleast the feelings are true. Oh I forgot the phone calls. Everyone gets phone calls and cute texts. But Me

It was the worst decision of my life to give Romantic songs a chance. They Suck. Oh dear, Adam Lambert, Ke$ha, Michael Jackson, Iron Maiden, Metallica, Poets of the Fall, et al I'm switching my playlist to thee

Should I shout? Should I scream? Maybe I'm craving for Ice Cream. Times like these I believe in songs like 'Love The Way You Lie - Eminem ft. Rihanna' and 'Your Love is a Lie - Simple Plan' /wahaha

No Love for Today. Just Next Time

Currie /bye

Wednesday, January 12

Bantai, Boumai and the lovely unspoken words of Hindi

"Kya Haal!"

If all of them or one among them has found its way to your vocabulary or heart, welcome to BAMBAI :D Bantai & Boumai, these words are so adorable I could easily use them in my daily jargon.. only if I could. It would be similar to calling the Havaldar, Pandu to his face and any annoying person Haramkhor. Bantai and Boumai, both really mean FRIEND :) and because these words are so cute, the meaning for me goes up be being good friends!

"That girl is sucha bitch" one would make faces & say but "Kya hai bey Kutiya Saali!" has its own amazing punch and fun to it. You say the word by yourself, RIGHT NOW and judge which one among the two comes from the heart :) 98% I'm guaranteeing say 'latter' the other 2% are lying ;)

Yes, we ARE Greatly influenced by the Britishers and Hallucinated by English.. par Hindi ka toh break banta hai yaar!

Toh chill maar & Hindi mein vartalaap sehat ke liye accha hota hai :)

Agli baar tak,
currie! /bye

Sunday, January 2

How To Lie

Whether you think you can or think you can't - you are right.  ~Henry Ford

The quote itself is so frigging smart ass! You can lie or you shouldn't lie. It's not that you shouldn't lie, you can lie only it should be truthful enough. Confusing? Naah, not really! I'll explain

Lies are like fashion and clothes, you need to pull it off even if it's rags and all it requires is correct EDITING, PLOT and of course- Narration! Confidence is the key. Shahrukh lied about his k-k-k-k-k syndrome, look what he is now K-K-K-K-KING KHAN!

Analyzing the situation if lying is necessary. You can Lie for good also (saving your burning bum is the bonus) For Instance, your girlfriend makes food for the first time for you and it sucks. You don't tell her it sucks, you 'ummm' until she discovers her hideous culinary skills and then you promise her that next time you will help her to cook. LOVE DOUBLED!

Lying is good sometimes. :)

For regular lying situations these are the Points to Remember:

1. Before lying, take 2minutes to create and revise your story and also think about general questions that you might be asked. If time permits set your characters straight and call them up to tell them about the situation & their role if you're dealing with strict guys.

2.  Don't go overboard!

3. Keep some element of truth so that you are sure of the things that are true. This will help you during questioning

4. Time is important. Induce elements like, 'loss of petrol, long line and stupid slow trains' if your story is not running parallel to your time lapse.

5. Don't lie all the time for every stupid thing you do. You might mix up your stories & come on ya, have a life.

6. Confuse them. Even if things happened one after other, increase dialogues and mix another situation

7. Have fun, authors are best liars. If you can lie & not get caught- your lie was worth it.

This was a really funny post and I don't lie. Just, not all the time. ;)

Have Fun!

Until Next tym,

Currieberried /bye [Professional Liar whose got a family of Lawyers]

Saturday, January 1

Happy New Year! Plain and Simple

Dear Readers
(Hardly any, I know.. but a girl can dream!)

Sorry about my depressing last post. :P Anyway, its 5 am here in Mera Bharat Mahan and I'm going to watch the sun rise for the first time in 2011! What's a rainbow without a little rain?

You stick to the Resolutions you make
Increase your faith in God
Get more Self-Actualized
and follow my blog :P

Good Morning, ya'll!

LOVE after a long time,
Curry /bye

Emotion Engulfing

I was going to write the last post of 2010 then again I was going to write a nice welcome 2011 note at dot 12. Its funny, how things you plan fail to happen.

I was looking forward to dancing to music tonight, this friend of mine whose party I was going to.. plays the best dance songs EVER. She should really be a DJ. I wish music could heal me.. Something happened, aliens came I think, the atmosphere changed & the cold air on the terrace whispered, 'Go'

It made my hair fly in the direction of the door & it was like I was going out every 5 minutes anyway. I think I should stop meditation, my intuitions become weirdly strong, I've started understanding unsaid signs. I was there 40 minutes, the breeze became strong and almost yelled, 'Leave Now' and my head became so heavy.. I lied to my friends and left. It was ditching them but I just had to go.

-- So I'm at home right now. Drinking is not good and you should never call anyone after you drink. Never say, "I'm not drunk!" because that is plain stupid.
No, I don't drink and neither do I drink and call. I received such a call and it shattered all respect I had for this person. I wanted to test if it's true that people speak the truth when drunk - I hung on to the conversation and this person blurted out what they thought of me, what others thought of me. It wasn't wise to listen further, my mood dulled but I still listened and tried to get Actualization out of it. It didn't work. I ended up wanting to never to talk to a friend.

It's 4:37 AM of January 1, 2011 and I am Confused.

This isn't how I wanted my New Year to start.

Weird as ever,
Until Next Time,
Curry /bye

P. S. HAPPY 2011!