The ones that made it:

- focus.
- be nice to people.
- prioritize.
- take everything as it comes. No extra thinking, only kicking ass and more ass kicking at that.

It's time for a new semester. Watch me walk out with my nunchucks!

And ofcourse there has to be a new year post, this blog is very predictable like that.

The year 2010, like the one before that, and the one before that was a roller-coaster. But it's over. And that's what matters. There's no looking at the past or any contemplation or anything of that sort. Whatever happened, happened and whatever didn't, didn't. And that's that. There's the future and looking forward to it and kicking ass at whatever comes by. January is about the new year, new beginnings, new everythings. The yet-to-come predictabilities, the yet-to-come uncertainties, the yet-to-come spontaneities, the yet-to-be broken resolutions, the ones that'll stick, the yet-to-come year. The time to forget the bad or so-so year, and believe that the new year is going to be fantastic, or the time to decide how the new year is going to kick last year's ass. I had a fantastic 2010. Sure, it had it's short-comings, but if life were perfect and rosy all the time, where does betterment come in, yes? Sure, I wish a lot more things went the way I would've ideally liked them to, but hey, what's 2011 for? EXACTLY for that. For betterment, for them new beginnings, new decisions, for yourself, for others, for the extraordinary, for excellence, for awesomeness.

Happy New Year, you guys! Let not the rubbishness of last year get in the way of this one, or the awesomeness of last year outshine this one. Make a resolution that this year will be your best one yet, and make that happen. 2011's going to be a year to remember.

Who are you?

I'm Mr. Brightside.

You can skip this if you want..

I'm doing re-runs of Grey's Anatomy these days. Why, you ask. Because, very simply put, I have nothing else to do. And it leaves me very funny. Admittedly, I cry during a lot of GA episodes(only if I'm watching it alone!).  Today I watched the episode where Burke comes to know Cristina's preggers. I love Cristina. She is currently the only reason I watch the show. Only I hate what they're doing with her character. I've always related with Cristina's character. Slightly weird, emotionally stunted, her couldn't-give-a-fuck attitude. And now her story of completely giving up is just slightly unnerving. YES I KNOW SHE'S ONLY JUST A TV CHARACTER. I ALSO DON'T KNOW THE PURPOSE OF THIS POST. But I felt like writing this anyway.

The most wonderful time of the year!

The tree's up.

Christmas is officially here! :)




Well, almost.


Happy 7 days TO Christmas, y'all!

 So I've realized that the TV character whose personality I resemble the most is JD, from Scrubs. I have this amazing talent of screwing things up for myself. And then screwing it up even more when I try to fix things. Which is why I don't fix things sometimes, in the process, screwing it up massively. And let's not even go to the self-sabotage part of it all. I'm my best friend and, unfortunately, my worst enemy, as well. JD's daydreams are like the psycho-analysis sessions I sometimes have in my head. And then there's the talking to oneself. I don't care if you think that's weird, but the best conversations are the ones you have with yourself. I mean, you ALWAYS hear what you want to hear!



*sigh*

Either I need help or a TV character personality change.

Dear Santa,

Me wants to modify previous wishlist. So, if you permit, here we are, new and improvised:

- The A's.
- two similar named, totally unrelated things, both of which will make me incredibly happy!
- the job.

In return, I'll be the completely adorable darling I've always been!

Thanks in advance!

*edited to add

- this

War is over

It is wait-for-it, December again! And to prove my predictability, here's my annual December-is-the-second-best-month-of-the-year post. The hap-happiest time of the year (after of-course March 3rd, which is the most awesome-st (notice wrong use of grammar) time of the year!). A couple of things, in my list that make December awesome:

- this and this.
- end of sem.
- thanksgiving shopping delivered! LOTS of winter clothes.
- christmas shopping starts!
- holidays!
- exclamation marks!
- CHRISTMAS.
- This guy, and Christmas gifts!
- My parents do 25 years of marriage this year in December (God knows how people manage that!)
- My big fat paychecks this month, considering I get to work 40 hours this month! God, I love Shoah!
- The fact that I'm going to be in LA for Christmas, and not back home in Bangalore, leaves me a little miffed, but there's gotta be a first for everything, right. Plus we might get a treeeee! And I don't want to go to Delhi, which is where my parents now live.
- the next post! I tell you, last December, I saw John Mayer live and this December was like a whole new list altogether. George Lucas, Hans Zimmer, Craig Ferguson. And Jeffrey Katzenberg! God, I really do love Shoah.

I'm still too out-of-breath about last evening so I'm going to leave y'all with this. Happy December, you guys! :) And to all, good night!

So what do you say to the most powerful man in Hollywood when you want to take a picture with him?

This is what I do:

- Volunteer for the event.
- Get a few drinks. VERY IMPORTANT STEP.
- Make sure the security is far far far away from him.
- Finish those drinks.
- Hide your name tag so people don't recognise you.
- Be small enough so people don't see you.
- Go up to him and say, 'Mr. Speilberg, could I get a picture? I work at _blank_ and I'm a HUGE fan!'
- Wait for him to say, 'Oh that's great. Sure', then smile for the camera.
- Pass out. (well, almost!).

Best. Day. Ever.

On a related note, here's the best way to get a picture with a celebrity. Ask me now, I'm an expert.

- Again, volunteer for the event.
- Wait for dinner to be served.
- Wait for celebrity to leave ballroom to use the restroom.
- Run out of ballroom.
- catch celebrity on his way back, and say, 'Could I get a picture, I'm a HUGE fan!'
- wait for him to say, 'sure', take a picture and also, 'NICE TO MEET YOU'!
- then, again, pass out.

For those of you who don't recognise him, that's Ty Burrell, who plays Phil Dunphy on Modern Family. Next to him is yours truly.

This is chapter 2 in my book of optimism.
You may now begin with the profanities.

Affirmation (reprise?)

If you ask me, I'd say I'm a pretty decisive person. There are times when I turn to others for advice, but at the end of it all, when I look back, I'd pretty much made my decision on day one. Even if along the decision making process, my choice changes, it always manages to change back to what I first decided. I might seem horrible indecisive owing to this, but I guess I'm pretty determined like that.

I normally don't care. I love gossip and all, and I love to know everything, but if it's about something I couldn't care about, it usually doesn't stick. But if I did happen to give a damn, I'd give much more than an arm and a leg to make things right. And that's a fact.

As corny as it may sound, I believe in happy endings. With respect to anything. Love, life, hope. Especially love. And especially life. I pretty much live in a bubble, and God help you if you try to get me to step out of it.

Money can't buy me love but it can but me a whole load of other things!

When I say sorry or thanks, I really mean it. I'm one of those who doesn't live by throwing these words just to make things ok. Sometimes I don't even say sorry when I really should. But when I do, I really mean it.

Love makes the world go round. Maybe it does, but then, so does music.

Karma. Does. Exist. Case and point: life. If you don't believe me, spend five minutes on some psychoanalysis. Now tell me I'm wrong.

EVERYTHING happens for a reason. I totally believe in the Big Guy up there and that he and his guardian angels are working their asses off on each one of us. EVEN if you don't believe that.

This post comes straight from the heart. It's one of the few rare times when I admit I do have a heart, but really, it does.

You may now go back to your lives.