healing simplicities

Except they aren't, really.

Your foot is like a snowflake, when falls in the hand it's dissolving.

It is the weekend! No drowing in the humidity or dying of heatstroke or failing diagnostics that count as weeklies!

But I have to study Physics for Sunday and perhaps Chemistry for Saturday (if I go which I don't want to) because Grade 12 is apparently /serious business/ I mean really, by the third day we were already decided to attend exam we don't have to take, during the weekend, because we are just screwed. And my arms hurt from walking about with Sylvia Mader Bio and Zumdahl Zumdahl.

Also, I am automatically looking for people and they are NOT THERE. Even the ones who left 3 years ago. Does anyone remember Maja? Yeah, that is what I thought.

And I miss the coffee and spearmint smell of the piano class.

bunny place to the power of 19!

So like we are totally in the same class and this is totally epic except for physics lab which is totally a joke.

Also the "student life book" profile forms are ready to be handed out tomorrow morning because we are that annoyingly persistent efficient.

la di da I actually have nothing to say.

as an aside, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory with Johnny Depp sucked. Go read the book.

So it's Sunday morning, and my sister and I are at /home/ alone which is epic considering we've been all over the place as of late. I can't even remember how things have been, so I will probably draw up a chart when I get home but basically I've been to Kandy, Haputale, Polonaruwa and Trincomalee, which means the only way I haven't gone is South, so I might as well go to Galle while I'm at it. Thankfully this is not to be the case, today we're just going to chill in CMB and buy ridiculously cheap factory reject clothes. Seeing as it is Sunday, a lot of the places I actually wanted to go are closed, which is meh considering the fact that we were meant to go yesterday until my dad kinda ate the plan. Apparently the Saturday plan is shifted to Monday, but I have no faith in this new plan whatsoever as Monday is the last day, and the plan never ever works on the last day.

I suppose I am sounding rather pessimistic, but really I'm just glad I am happier than some other people I know. This is something to be thankful for. and stuff.

For anybody wondering, Polonaruwa is boring and ridiculously hot. It's just a bunch of  ruins from the Kingdom after the Anuradhapura kingdom, and as usual nothing has really been preserved, and if you've seen one you've seen the other, but I have to admit that the Polonaruwa ruins are in better condition, probably on account of being "younger."

Also there are loooads of tourists compared to last year, and the year before, etc.

Still the same amount of checks though, and I really need to get an ID card. Can't pass off as fifteen forever.

My dad's friend's kids: oh dear goodness.

It's not that there's anything /wrong/ with them, it's that they're such girls! And my sister goes and joins them and that's idiotic! Why?!

Example one: along comes some wind, and the 21 year olds hat flies into a dried up resevoir. All the girls go EEEEEEEE and cluster near a tree near the bank. There is some more noise making "ayoi" and "aneeey" and I just think what nonsense, walk down the slope of the thing which was not even too steep and fetch the stupid hat. End of Story.

Example two: the sea in Trinco (more on that later) during the rain. Raining rather hard, loads of wind and also rather massive waves. So there was some loose seaweed moving back and forth with the waves and what I believe is called undertow and this seaweed comes by and wraps itself about your legs and so on. All the girls go EEEEEYAH except my sister who was not actually standing in the water, but hanging off my shoulders and clinging onto me like a limpet. (I don't really know what she was thinking/doing, but at one point she patted me on the head and told me my hair tasted nice.) My dad, big bully that he is, then picks up clumps of this slimy green stuff, and starts throwing it at these poor souls. So about five minutes later, my sister is standing hugging my waist, and I'm carrying an eighteen year old who keeps saying "vindy my saviour." Wthe fuck? (actually I rather like her despite the fact that she hardly ever talks, which is probably why I didn't just let her go to fend for herself against my father's attacks.)

(oh it just started POURING rain... mmmm...)

Example three: driving back from Trinco which took an entire day for which I was stuck in a space of 2 and a half square feet tops. I'd finally figured out I could get some sleep by being sideways, and ignoring the fact that my head would keep knocking against the window, when all of a sudden people are screaming. Being right at the back of like, a minibus, I proceeded to calmly think "oh, we're going to die" and twist myself to look over my mum's seat to find out what had actually gone so terribly wrong. A dog. There was a dog in the road, and my sister and the 21 year old who is studying banking had to scream. Loud. And make everyone panic. Nice.

So anyway, those three girls were slightly annoying.

The Beach: a rather ridiculous movie starring Leonardo DiCaprio.

The Trinco Beach: AWESOME.

I've wanted to go to Trincomalee since I was seven, because Natalie Anthoniz went, and she said it was awesome. Natalie was the best artist in the third grade, and also the girl I sat next to before movind to AUH. Obviously she was epic. and I have no idea where she is now. Facebook? No thanks.

I spent atleast 10 hours in two days on that beach. I got up at 4 45 to catch the sunrise. I got stung kindof by a something and had to rub butter on my leg. I saw tiny tiny crabs. I met a talking dog. The beach is just amazing.

(there will be some pictures here, they're not uploading atm and my sister wants to check her fb, again)

And I shall just end on the note that the police suck and that the army folks are polite and stuff. I started smiling at them because they are people standing in the sun and if I were them I'd kill myself and there was nothing else to do and poor them and poor me. So I smiled and most of them smiled back, about seven gave me a "wtfru doing" look, one laughed and pointed me out to the next guy, who stuck his tongue out, two waved, and one's face bloomed into something like recognition and he gave me a nod. Loads of military in trinco, not so many once you get past dambulla. Ladida.

Although I was not pestered, I have decided to post anyway! Jet lagged. Nothing better to do.

Okay, so I got my books and all of the Biology ones are missing. Physics is huge, and so is Chemistry and I am seriously fearing my general health in the future. Carrying books this heavy cannot be very safe for a person who is merely 35kg. The 'English' part of the Book List consisted of one book: Henry IV (Part One). I am not sure where Part Two has gone, and I am quite sure that we are not going to be reading it. So we will be left with a stupid cliffhanger and everyone will just sit there and think, 'I wish I was taking this in school.' because only losers read Shakespeare during their own time.
That said, I am definitely a loser, since I read all of Henry IV last year.

I arrived in Abu Dhabi yesterday morning. We should have been Claiming our Baggage at around 7:45am, but unfortunately, there was a Medical Incident on the plane, and a doctor with a defibrillator and two nurses wearing masks had to come in the second we landed. The person who was suffering from Something That Is Not Swine Flu was sitting at the very back of the plane, near the bathrooms. I went to the bathroom around five hours into the flight, but I stupidly chose to go to the one closer to my seat and because of this, I did not get to see the Medical Incident. Let this be a lesson to you all: if your movie is interrupted by a flight attendant asking a doctor or a registered nurse to make themselves known, this is your cue to investigate. If you do not do so, you will get up like me: stuck near a window watching Friends.
Abu Dhabi is, as usual, hot and sticky. The second I walked out, my hair kindly let me know this by puffing up. I didn't care because I was actually happy to be back. You would too, if you had to do the following to get home:
(A) Stay at a relatives creaky house the day before your flight because it is nearer to the airport.
(B) Drive to the airport and say a teary bye to your sister/best friend in the ENTIRE WORLD.
(C) Sit on a four hour flight to G. Bush International Airport in Texas.
(D) Sit around breathing sticky Texas-y air for another four hours.
(E) Patiently sit through a ten hour flight to London's Heathrow airport.
(F) Wait for a cab to drive you to a small inn because you and your family are doomed to staying in London for eleven hours.
(G) Unfortunately for you, you had to check out your baggage. We had to push our own extremely heavy cart to the end of the hall to room 1220. By ourselves. With no bellboy. That is why the inn was cheap, I think.
(H) Go back to the airport with messy hair and a headache-just-waiting-to-happen to sit on a plane for another seven hours.

We got stopped at the Baggage Security Check at Heathrow because my little sister was carrying a butter knife and some other cutlery that we bought from Disneyland. The butter knife wasn't sharp, of course, but the woman insisted on calling her supervisor. He gave her a look that showed how generally annoyed he was with her, and told her that of course it isn't sharp does this look like it can cut let them go.
Then he said, "This is her first day on the job."
Which, I suppose, was supposed to explain a lot.

Except it didn't.

Shu.

I suppose I should've posted yesterday, to keep the every five days pattern going, but I was out all day, doing awesome things and things I shouldn't have to do, like supporting what felt like a third of my dad's weight for two kilometres so we could get to the car. My dad is fat and stupid about it.

Horton Plains is awesome! Everyone should go there!

So my sister and I made a chocolate biscuit pudding, and I gave her the bowl to lick out, and I had the spoon, because that was fair, seeing as she was dipping a spatula in the whole time. Nah, whatever, this story is better heard than read. Ask me.

It's cold and the clouds are chilling in the garden!

o/

Shereen is back in the ohsoluverly AUH! Pester her for a post!

So there was totally like, a Monkey in our hall...

Who proceeded to jump at my sister, who backed away screaming, and then took my hand and climbed up my arm and held onto my shoulder and nuzzled against my cheek. Considering that the last time there was a monkey that close to me, we were separated by a pane of glass, and it was trying to kill me, so my thoughts on this matter are Noel! Noel!

I'M IN SRI LANKA SOMEONE KILL ME WITH A DENGUE-FEVER-MOSQUITO.

Seriously this sucks and I'm being sulky. Sorry Shu.
^^accidental alliteration
^^more of that.
^^okay done now

I want a hug. My sister keeps PHYSICALLY ABUSING ME and my dad's just being mean and dictatorial and my mum is being all cheery and not listening to meee.

And my reformed-newspaper-throwing-grandmother is being creepily nice.

And I can't wait to get back to school and finish it off and be out, even though the future scares me so much you can't imagine.

Being socially retarded is something I enjoy. All my friends (I can count them on my fingers) are just epic. Which  makes me epic, except not now because I'm in Sri Lanka and my mum won't let me walk out the house with my camera because I /will/ get mugged.

ALSO MY LAPTOP WONT CHARGE AND I DONT HAVE PHOTOSHOP AND MOVIES AS A RESULT AND FAIL.

I miss you guys.
I'll just shut up now.

AND OH MY GOD MY SISTER IS A TOTAL FACEBOOK ADDICT WITH 219 EMAILS TO /DEAL WITH/

So the weather here, though not awesome, really really agrees with me. And now I shall attempt to ignore the fact that my grandmother is being alarmingly loud and at the same time attempt to write a post.

Lets start with the bad.

My laptop refuses to charge, and so the only thing that can be said for it atm, is that it is ded. D E D dead. This is to the great amusement of my dad, who told me not to take it. Sabotage? Perhaps.

Also, my sister keeps hitting me, both on purpose and in her sleep. After a month of forgetting she was and is an evil vortex, and being all "yay! sister!" I am not in the least bit amused.

Goth is sucking up to me on deviantart again. Did he even go to Maryland that is the question.

As for good, not much is really good seeing as we haven't gotten about to doing anything yet, seeing as we have to sit tight and do as we're told but blahdeblah I'm probably just some whiney teenager, don't listen to me.

atleast the food here is epic, specially the Chinese food, which I had for dinner and will have for lunch. And there's Milo to drink whenever I'm bored... and water to boil and put into vodka bottles. Which reminds me of a "conversation" I had with my sister yesterday.

her, yelling to the entire house: THERE IS NO WATER TO DRINK
me: Darshini, this is Sri Lanka, we make our own water.
(then I filled the kettle from the tap and handed it to her, and she just left it on the counter and drank some coke that'd been in the fridge since god knows when.)

I'm going to do laundry now...take care!

I finally got through! BlogSpirit was being stupid and wasn't letting me sign in, so that is why this blog has been assumed dead by V.

Which it's not.

SO. My summer is totally boring. The only highlight of it was going to the Distant Worlds: Music from Final Fantasy concert in San Francisco. That, and the fact that I got to go to London for a wedding. Let me tell you something about London (which should be obvious if you have seen pictures): IT IS AWESOME. There is history everywhere, unlike in Abu Dhabi. I have decided that I will live in London at some point.

The wedding was quite long and also slightly boring for someone anti-social like me. On the other hand, I did enjoy seeing my family very much. Usually, I hate large family functions, but this was pretty enjoyable. My cousins from my mother's side are NORMAL. They don't have a large amount of kids and they don't have smelly husbands. My cousin Zena has a totally awesome husband named Guy. I was highly entertained every time he said 'Shushu' in his British accent. He also found my nickname so amusing that it is now part of our internet password.
Awesome.

This summer I have a JOB. Or I had a job, since it ended today. Believe it or not, I made a total of $120 tutoring a girl named Samantha in Algebra 1. Let me tell you something that you probably don't know: tutoring is a very profitable business. For a teenager who has never made her own money, at least. It's a pretty epic feeling, making your own money. Just in case you didn't know.

My little sisters turned 13 on July 30th so we took them to Disneyland. I love Disneyland so much that every time I happen to be there, I can't stop smiling. It's a nice change from the permanent disapproving look that usually graces my face. Disneyland is totally the happiest place on Earth, I don't care what anyone says.
AND FOR ONCE I AM NOT BEING SARCASTIC.

In other news: Internet Explorer sucks!

Shu.

I miss Shereen dreadfully and tomorrow I shall visit Baboushka and cheer her up.

blah blah blah I am back.

On the third, a seven year old boy named Ethan said that I looked like Michael Jackson. Over the next two days we kinda became friends after I drew a spider on his face, and he elaborated on this, saying it was my hair that caused this resemblance.

On the fourth, we went to Pont L’eveque, which is basically where we do the groceries. There was horse riding in the afternoon, and I lost skin off my knuckles. Then later the horse went and stepped on my foot and just yknow, stood there for a good half a minute before I managed to push him away. This hurt quite a bit at the time, but no significant damage was done. My knuckles are scarred, though. Later we ended up at the beach and I walked waist deep into the sea in my jeans to stop a rebellious little girl from going out too far. I hate kids.

The fifth! More horse riding, this time with a horse that hated water, which would’ve been okay if the sprinklers hadn’t been on. This time I actually felt all my sore muscles, and in the evening it hurt my back to take in a deep breath. This was most interesting, as everything felt different to any of the usual soreness. Ethan’s little sister Jane, who is apparently a terror (but I just find her such a little person), took me everywhere by the hand. Kids are just lovely, it’s awesome.

Nothing really happened on the sixth, except we went swimming with some disgusting obnoxious girl named Judith. She was terrible, and attention seeking and loud and a real glutton. Which would be forgivable if she was the slightest bit interesting, but all she had to say was that the food was SO GOOD in FIVE MILLION DIFFERENT WAYS IN FRENCH.

The seventh was more horse riding which was cut short because of rain, and then in the evening it was sunny, and we lay on deck chairs doing silly exercises till it rained on our faces. Rain is just epic.

According to my notes nothing happened on the eighth except that I wore a skirt and we went to the pool. Something to note is that all the riding and swimming takes place in Deauville, and the water in the pool is salty, and I find it rather cold, but this is perhaps because it is indoors. The ninth was just really hot and the girls and I were bored so we tried to climb the apple tree.

On Friday the tenth, lili, who was the lady that took care of the girls and did a bit of house keeping, and jerome’s mother had a spat. It was over trivial idiotic things but Lili is apparently not coming back which is a terrible loss, as jerome’s parents are seriously not going to be able to take care of those girls alone. Both warring parties then disappeared for the rest of the day, and I did the lunch dishes because no on knew how to start the dishwasher.

Who knows what this day is, but there was horse riding with a rather rebellious horse named Gringo. I seriously love this horse. Clarisse and Julia, who are the relatives in Deauville, came over for lunch, and I taught Karina and Julia to play checkers. This was just a lovely day, we sat on the grass and chilled. That evening, Karina and I started to tackle the invasion of dandelions and stinging nettles in the garden, but at about 8 we walked over the the neighbouring farm to get some cows milk. The farmers mother took our bottles, and then just stuck her arm upto her elbow in like a vat of milk, and handed it over. We only got to see two of the cows as we’d missed the milking, but they were absolutely gorgeous cows. Karina made pasta, because I’d mentioned that Hugette’s food was /just cooked/ which really was getting boring as I am accustomed to the epicness that is my mother. Then there was a jazz concert in the town, and everyone attending was old and white and one woman kept giving me dirty looks which was just amusing.

On Sunday, we went to pont l’eveque to buy a chicken, so I could roast it with garlic. These people had no garlic, at all. And almost EVERYTHING we cook in my house starts with a bit of garlic. You’d be hard pressed to find a meal where we don’t have garlic. I’m sure it’s never happened. But anyway, we bought some garlic at pont l’eveque, and a chicken. The chicken had LEGS and a HEAD and these were removed in front of my face and it was VERY different to buying chicken here in ridiculously hot AUH. I also bought epic strawberry soap for my sister and for Shereen! Somehow in the evening we were in Deauville and I went to a bookstore where we met Clarisse and Nicolas, who is Julia’s brother. It was a sorta meet nico, kiss nico, say see you later nico affair, which is a great deal nicer than the OMG HI IMAGINE MEETING YOU IN MARINA MALL sort of affair, but anyhow.

On Monday the girls went swimming and I walked about Deauville because the salt water and the cold sort of put me off. There was a man sewing a button onto his jacket in the street. As usual there was no one remotely near my colour, though I did see some leathery sun baked Europeans. We went to Clarisse’s for lunch, which was a most animated affair, one that my family would be totally incapable of. Anyhow we had some wonderful ice cream for dessert and I was offered grigottines which were terrible and didn’t taste of anything but alcohol and caused some sort of exothermic reaction in my mouth. The girls went swimming again in the compound pool, while I sat in the sun with Julia miserably eyeing the clouds that were doing nothing to shield me. Bad show, Europe, bad show. Paloma probably did something adorable, as I have a note that says “oh paloma,” but for the life of me I can’t remember what it was. The two of us made the chicken though, with lemon and garlic and some herbs I found in a bottle and salt but NO PEPPER. She came by while it was baking and then asked me “how do I know to make this?” Her grandmother refused to eat, which I also found amusing. That chicken was epic, but the potatoes Karina made were more epic, and everyone else was happy so boo.

Tuesday was the 14th of July, and we went to the beach and buried ourselves in sand. Didn’t watch the fireworks because Karina and Jerome were leaving for Paris that night. Paloma said goodbye to her mum with a kiss sur la bouche, and she made valentine and I count to sixteen. Right after she said it was my turn, “mais pour un, parce que c’est la premiere fois.” On Wednesday the girls went swimming again, and I gave them a shower because seriously, their hair was getting a bit filthy, and no one was really bothered. This is a sad thing. I needed to shampoo their hair, so I put shorts on and got in the tub with them. Paloma wouldn’t let me dry her hair though, because “c’est mon corps, et c’est moi qui decide!” I told her that she was difficult, but cute, and then a while later tried to dry her again while she was distracted, and she ran out screeching “t’es mechant!” When I stopped her and asked her if she really meant it, she said, matter of fact, “oui, mais tres mignon.”

Nothing really happened for the next few days, so I shall just end the post on the epic part of my stay here, mmkay.

although the answer was vamos en taxi a la casa, this  would not be the case, and we walked home from the eiffel tower. this post is going to be shorter than I have time for, due to a few annoying facts..

1- French keyboard

2- Every single word I type ends up underlined in red

3- bleh

anyhow, I am very tired and very happy and not in the least bit hungry! And just yesterday I had chocolate cake with something to do with marscapone or something, went out for ice cream, rode a caroussel in gleeful abandon, napped, found my alter ego burrito, missed a bus and stuff and stuff and stuff!

(the flight was boring, btw)

and yet with all this to fill up my day and tire me out I am STILL unable to sleep! but this is okay it is the only time I get to be alone. 

also the canary loves me!

also I love kids! apparently you can made a chèvre out of fromage and crème fraîche! and I love how they try to teach me spanish!

 boom-de-ah-da boom-de-ah-da boom-de-ah-da boom-de-ah-da

So like, Imma totally going to France yo. You guys gotta keep things up n runnin' while I gone, mmkay?

ANYhow...

So basically I'm packed, unpacked, repacked, prepared, unprepared and totally woo. All thats left to do is take a shower, eat dinner, chill till eleven and go to the airport and get on a plane and whoooosh. Squeet~!

I'm SO not excited, at all...

Right, so I'll be in Paris on the 2nd, and the 19th, which are the only times I'll perhaps-maybe-I suppose have access to the interwebs. Of course I will regale you with tales of adventure and food and lovely little girls that demand 500 percent of my attention, but you'll have to settle for it in blocks, or a block, however things turn out. Obviously this won't be the case if I actually do have myself some interwebs, but yeah...

Woo plane trip by meself and no one to tell me to eat the food or go to sleep or switch seats! Yay France! ahahaha!

coherent sense next time I promise.

holiday wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

:DDD