I can do it like a dude.

Halla!

People tend to use names when conversing with one another, but oh well, if I must suppress my urge. This is just the beginning; only 6 posts new. Let us see all the mysteries that unfold as we go on.

I did see this template; it used to be my blog template initially. In fact, if you see my blog, it's very simple. At least the background. But this is a little too .. bland. I will do it up later, when my creative instincts are sharper than they are past midnight (again, most of my blog posts are done pretty late in the night, but those were when I lived in a different time zone).

I know quite a bit of Gurgaon now, going around so much. Think I might take a dip in the pool tomorrow. Haha, I remember my early on fascination with British accents. It began with the first Harry Potter movie that I watched. I used to keep acting out the train scenes in my 'best British accent' though British and American were just about the same thing to me then. I pity my brother; he had to endure my lameness. Not anymore. I know about the board you stole. It used to say 'Men at work' but now shows a devil or something? You dug it up last year and spent a while fixing it up and gave it for his birthday and he loved it. It's surprising how you hardly remember anything we ever talk about.

I'm not one to splurge on branded items either. People buy their clothes from Forever 21 and H&M. Me? I probably buy my stuff from Lulu or Carrefour. Or Bossini or Hang Ten. The closet market to our current place of stay has only Converse and Reebok stores selling footwear. Desperate times call for desperate measures. And the rates are standardised. Besides which, floaters are pretty useful in the rains and my older and experienced friend (she would kill me if she read this, too sensitive about her age) suggested I buy them as part of my retail therapy. And no, I don't play football or cricket on the streets but I really wish I could.

Yes, that is the show I'm talking about. I don't suppose it's great but I guess it reminds me of the old days when I used to hang around with my good ol' pals in the country where I'd spent my entire life till about now.

We're mostly school - hunting these days. People here are so rigid, gah. Got into one place and have some aptitude test else where today. We're staying at the office guest house and we'll get a place to stay depending on where I get in. We've got a prepaid USB internet connection right now. Shall be taking a wireless connection once we get a house. I'd gone on a download rampage before leaving cause I knew they would be my saving grace.

Someone quite close to me was recently diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis and is on steroids. It sucks cause he's hardly twenty one and it's an incurable disease. And well, it sucks in a lot more ways I do not even want to begin to list. But I guess that's part the reason our families are now quite amiable. (Ironically, Bekket mentioned 'roids just as I typed this.) His sister is my best friend and I talk a Lot to their mum.
I suppress a lot of my feelings till it gets to 'crazy point' which is when I do my music - dance therapy and let it all out. The way you put it, it reminds me of Adrian from Vampire Academy (it's a series worlds apart from Twilight and incomparably better that it) and I hope I am not doomed to a similar fate.

Same and similar have a huge difference between them. But I think you have a problem with homosexual people and me in general.

I KNEW you would say something like that. Probably 'cause I realised it sounded like that when I was typing it out. So I s'pose it is our like - minded cynical dirty mindedness.

I am SIXTEEN! I don't know any guys my age. Oh wait, I know about one guy who I've seen twive and have never talked to. And I know about one guy an year older than me, kinda cute. But I s'pose I'll meet guys my age once school starts. In any case, I know only one guy who is twenty one with who I love talking and haven't felt actually felt I was five years younger (for the most part). Actually, I don't feel the age difference much even when I talk to other 20 year olds.
You are what? 18? How come you're interested in girls 20 years old?

By the way, who is Jason Bourne? Also, I had to type in your MSN id when I first logged in. Obviously, I used my genius skills to guess it.

To sum up, you think I have sexuality and repressed psychopathic issues, am interested in guys a little too old for me. Weird how you were the guy I once had a crush on (the underline is to emphasise the past tense). And Now the blog turns scandalous.


Cheers,
Blogger 1 

Guide to Homosexuality, Maturing and Purchasing Footwear

Waddup B2,

Wait, why would you randomly want to use my name?! Why P...woops almost did it too. Good think I didn't though because you couldn't be more correct about how our blog is one surrounded by secrets, scandals and intrigue. O.o

So I'm sure you would have noticed by now that I have completely demolished all your efforts to dress up the blog. Sorry about that. It was just very...bold. Bold isn't the word I'm looking for. What is a gentle word for something that is filled a bit too much with overly colorful, really bright, migraine inducing shapes and figures? I guess there isn't one :p ... sorry it just wasn't me. Is this one okay? Keeping it simple and pleasant to look at? No? Then I encourage you to try again :)

Good? My weekend was pretty darn awesome. Without school, you should be having fun too. New home filled with strange lands to explore and adventures to go on. I can totally picture you as a character in an Enid Blyton novel. So go out there and have a jolly good time! (I said that in my best British accent). Vizz is the nickname, as in when I left for college I gave Vizz a road sign we had stolen a couple years ago (finally the blog turns scandalous :O ). Whereas, "Put" is a word which means: to place in a specified position or relationship. 


I could never understand why people bought branded flip-flops and sandals. Maybe I'm just too cheap that way. The only branded items (as in sporting goods) I bought were kicks for basketball. Everything else was from the cheapest places I could find. Sandals and shoes that were for rough use wouldn't even last me six months, either because my feet were growing so quickly or because I just wore them out playing football on the streets everyday. But I don't think those are problems you face huh. 
I'm LOVING Community. I think I'm about 6-7 episodes deep into the first season and its been great. Just watched the Christmas special and was in fits. Hilarious. Undeclared? I think I heard of it, but didn't they get cancelled after like 15 episodes or something. (Same one? http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0273028/). How is your internet connectivity there? You watching these shows on TV or downloading them? And whats your deal with steroids? I feel like you have some repressed psychopathic tendencies waiting for you to crack before it reveals itself. Tread easy.

I don't know what parts of it specifically, it just had a general lesbian vibe to it. But if you ever run into a dude wearing the same clothes as you, one of you is definitely gay, no doubt about that. And I can't believe you dedicated an entire paragraph to hair and nail care. Wow. Also, it may just be my cynical dirty mindedness but the way you described your relationship with dogs is often how women describe their relation ship with men. Replace dogs with boys and read it back to yourself. Finished? No? Then do it...Done? Congrats you are now more aware of the road you are heading down. You're welcome.

21? Woah...no no. You should be looking for guys your own age. How old are you? 11? =P
Maybe it was too early for the maturity lesson I just handed to you. You watch Dexter, I guess there is no point looking back.

Inbox? What inbox? But as you can tell....probably never replying to it...whatever it was.

Peaceee,
B1

My fun life ...

Blogger 1!

I have a strong urge to use your name but I shall avoid it just to go along with you. I have made the blog quite discrete lest anyone come across it randomly and delve into our world of secrets. As you can now see, I have dolled up the blog. Is it coo' or should I be doing some changes?

It's nice that at least one of us had a great weekend. Is Put Vizz a name you came up with? All my days start the same way and end much the same as well. Except that I spent this weekend helping my cousin buy his shirts while I bought myself a pair of Reebok floaters that were pretty handy a day later in the extreme rains. The rest of the days we either go school - hunting or laze around in the guest house, watching Community, Undeclared, Death Note, It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia, Castle and White Collar, to name a few.

Sometimes though, I think I watch too much at one go. It get's to my head. Like yesterday, I watched a movie follwed by a bunch of episodes of different shows. And I think it was the steroids episode that finally got to me. Steroids in itself is a pretty touchy issue for me and I think it was also Dee and Charlie's mood swings. I was heartily laughing for a long while until I was suddenly overtaken by large bouts of home - sickness and wanted to rip somebody's head off. 

What the hell is so lesbian about that? The yeesh part or me not liking girly things? Or that I wear guy clothes? I'm not sure I will be continuing that though. It's gets pretty awkward when even a moderately good looking guy is around and both of us happen to be wearing similar looking shorts. It puts you off a little. 

I have hair that is the envy of most people I know. Hence, I never actually worry about it. Now, my earrings are a collection. I absolutely love them, all the different kinds there are, especially the big hoops. I used to invest on my nail polish as well, though the time I spend on nail care has now drastically reduced; it is mostly a vacation hobby. Even though I often feel incomplete without a pair of earrings, I look at the way people around me dress, even in tuitions and feel completely out of place. Perfectly straight.

Yes, Duke's pretty cool, except when he got so excited to see me and began climbing over me and hit my face with his gigantic paws. I love dogs. I absolutely love petting them, fondling them, whatever. But I do NOT like it when they get too physical. I can touch dogs; they can't touch me. Good to know it's not the same with you.

I know! Just some tall, cute, funny, smart guy about 16 - 21 years old should be fine. (I'm a little more flexible with age.) The one time I did see a bunch of people like that, my mum was around. So much for timing. Know what, we should fly together sometime. Should be fun, though maybe not as great as feeling like the good Samaritan of the year.

You should know  I talk a lot. Like, a LOT. So get used to the long posts. 

You should try Undeclared as well. I love that show right now. By the way, since this is now our medium of communication, are you ever going to reply to the inbox? Just wondering.

Yowza.
Blogger 2

And It Continues...

Hello Blogger 2!

I see you haven't cared enough to make our sole medium of contact look spruced up and pretty. You have hurt me dearly in places cold and deep. I don't know what I'm saying or why I am saying it. *ChangeTopic* This weekend has been amazing, pretty darn epic if I may say so myself. Put Vizz (you-know-who) and me together with substances people under 21 shouldn't be consuming, and we know how to make the most out of a Thursday night/ Friday morning. I wish I could remember all of it.

This makes you sound like a lesbian - " Yeesh. Shouldn't you know by now that I despise most girly things? I wear guys shorts and shirts 'cause my mum shops for my brother and me together "

And this negates the point you were just trying to make - "...and I don't care what I wear as long as my hair looks fine. Mostly. And I have earrings on. And nail polish would be great."

Duke the Dalmation. Pretty cool. I had a golden retriever when I was younger. Buffy. Now I have a special bond with golden retrievers around the world. Its a gift and a curse really.

Sounds like you had an interesting flight. Always fun to creep people out, especially those who have no choice but to sit next to you for the next several hours. Which is why I always pray for a funny, smart, sarcastic, interesting, cute 17-20year old girl. Is that too much to ask?! Instead I get retirement home full of old people surrounding me in every direction. So I spend my time giving all of them a quick tutorial on how the touch screen entertainment system works, getting up 7 times in an hours so that they can use the restroom etc etc. By the end of the flight, when I'm helping them all get their bags from their overhead compartments, I feel like the good Samaritan of the year.

I have seen an episode of Community, seemed funny. A couple friends of mine recommend it too. Maybe I should catch the pilot when I get a chance.

LikeABaws,
Blogger 1

Bringing smiles

Hello Blogger 1!

Well, this has left me quite surpried. And impressed too. I did not think you would take my words seriously, creating a blog in the first place and then another one for me/us. The prime reason for me designing my own blog was that I was stuck at my friend's place hours before her birthday party and had nothing to do. But I will get around to doing this one up as well. And not in pink. Yeesh. Shouldn't you know by now that I despise most girly things? I wear guys shorts and shirts 'cause my mum shops for my brother and me together and I don't care what I wear as long as my hair looks fine. Mostly. And I have earrings on. And nail polish would be great.

This would only work if we update regularly, in reply to the other, with more than one post frmo your side. No point of it being one - sided. So I hope you make time for it in your busy schedule, cause I am mostly free until admission is done and school starts, other than watching the downloaded shows, blogging, Facebooking and playing with Duke (the wonderful dalmation).

The flight was quite alright. I was too tired to care much. The guy next to me kept wondering why I had turned on the TV but kept staring out of the window past him,then turning back to read a completely filled sheet of paper in the dark, making weird, sad faces and finally watching TV. And also falling asleep as a break.

Again, this is so cool. Thanks. It would be cooler if you let me know about your blog. You will be blessed dearly. Also, do you watch Community? And they air It's always sunny .. on Fox Entertainment India.

Haza.

P.S. - Haza is what I say at the end of stuff; another one of the many weird things I say/do.

Surprise!

Hello Blogger2,

Surprise!
You wanted an inbox, I'm giving you an entire blog. Consider all this a part of the me-taking-an-initiative initiative. I made a special Gmail ID and everything. I will leave you to design the template to whatever you find suiting (and if a pink centered theme is what you find suiting, then I will have to disown you). If you find yourself inclined to edit my posts and correct grammatical errors then feel free to do that as well.

This blog will be our medium of communication and will once again remain anonymous. I shall be blogger 1 and you shall be blogger 2. Obviously. Feel free to update it whenever and in whatever way you feel like, as I will also do the same.

Hope you have a comfortable flight tonight and if not that at least a safe one (Emirates' standards have gone down but they can do that much).

Cheers,
Blogger1