Sirop de Vanille

I was just wondering if you do listen… Do you? Helllooooooo? Ohk. Now that I have your attention. Here’s my rant -

You are on your way to feeding the cold eh? It’s as simple as that, feed the cold, take rest and you recover. Right? No. Not quite. You also get fever. Along with the cold. So, you don’t know whether to starve yourself or feed yourself. You just sit there all confused, cause your brain refuses to function anyway. GAH.

You are hungry (the sounds your stomach is making is testament to that), but you don’t feel like eating. You want to watch movies (might as well make use of the day off), but your eyes hurt. Let’s just blog then, eh? Well, you end up writing crap. You are reading it. You know what I am talking about. You know. What would you do? Tell me! What?

You also start noticing that Hermoine and Ron overact a LOT in the Harry Potter movies. You have noticed this earlier, but didn’t really let it bother you. But NOW because everything seems to be bothering you, this is painful. Why are they hamming! Why?! Ugh. They seem constipated rather than disturbed/ scared.

Hmmm… things that bother you when you are down with the flu… should we make a list? *rubbing her hands together with glee*

• They lie in advertisements! They LIE! When they say Vicks sparsh therapy (sparsh = touch) and show a mother putting Vicks on her daughter’s nose, throat and temples. They IMPLY that it works. They IMPLY that the daughter is fine by morning and can BREATHE through the night. In actuality, NO such thing happens. You cannot breathe, you cannot sleep, you shiver and curse your life. Bleh.
• Valentine’s Day. Always bothered me. But now, even more so.
• Hermoine Granger in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Painful. Painful. So very painful.
• My brother’s music collection. Right now he is listening to some crap by Justin Timberlake. WHYYY?!?!
• Medeival Punditz playing at Tabula Rasa tonight. Why tonight? Couldn’t they have chosen ANY OTHER day? ANY OTHER DAY. I cannot go. I cannot……..!
• Harry Potter’s hair in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Its just so BAD.
• Aishwarya Rai as the Rajput princess – Jodha. Yeah right, my ass! She looks just the part, with her ridiculous attempts at acting without making her face look bad because after all she is Miss Photogenic. Ugh ugh ugh. Let me go hurl. Well, its not as if Hrithik Roshan looks like Akbar. Ashutosh Gowatrikar has gone MAD. Epic Effing Romance.
• Dude what is up with his HAIR! WHAT!?
• Yes, she does NOT look Rajput. Or like a princess. She did, does and always will look like Indian Barbie (that Brunette Barbie in atrocious Saris!) That’s what she looks like. Hmmm… Yes. Settled.
• Why is my left nostril blocked. Why? Since YESSSTERDAY! Ugh. It is very difficult to breathe with one nostril, forget the pressure poor right-y has to go through.
• Why does MY hair not listen to me. I am ill, right? Could the world not cut me some slack? It’s not enough that my nose is bright-effin-RED, but you have to go ahead and ensure that my hair sucks too! Why cosmos why!? Don’t you even love me anymore? Am I not your favourite child? What happened to all that stuff about me being born under a lucky star… what? Tell me. I demand an answer. I demand justice. I… Please make me pretty again. Please.
• If you use a pen, how difficult is it for you to re-cap it. How? Does it hurt you to do so? Does it bother you? Is it too much to ask? Just the way you uncapped it, re-cap it. How difficult is it?
• If you are going to sit in my room, blasting Justin effin Timberlake on my computer, could you please have the decency to clear the mess, once you are through. Pick up your shoes, pick up your socks, pick them up! Throw the damn chocolate wrappers in the bin, and take that empty water bottle with you. DO NOT touch my DVD collection, it took me over an hour to arrange it according to title as well as like-factor. Yes, there is such a thing as the like-factor.
• Don’t accompany me to the kitchen. I hate dirty kitchens. I hate them. I hate people messing up the kitchen, even if I’m just making tea.
• Being alone without any TLC (like I muchly deserve) is painful. Very very annoying. So come here you. Can’t you just quit? For me… yes, for ME. Am I not that important? Ok, don’t answer that. I said, Don’t!
• Oh dear… My headache keeps on resurfacing. The battery is about to die. So, I should get back to Hairy Potter.

God Bless!

Me.