Pages

Background

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Weeyerd.

You know what's a much awesome way of saying weird? Weeyerd. Because it's weird. Which makes it awesome.
Weeyerd is, therefore, a cool version of weird.
I am Weeyerd.
Are you Weeyerd?
Of course you are. You're reading this blog, aren't you?

Do you know what I did this whole day? I watched the match. But now I needed a cricket break, so I'm in my room, blogging away.
I was blue today.
And I mean it. I was BLUE.
The whole shebang.
Blue nails, blue stockings, blue bag, blue shirt, blue eye shadow, blue eyeliner, blue ballet flats.
It was awesome.

In case you're wondering why I was all blue, no, it was not because I want to be the latest addition of the Blue Man Group.
No, it was because of....drumroll... BLEED BLUE!
In case you don't know what that is - you suck - blue is the colour of the indian cricket team's jersey, and bleed blue is this initiative that portrays blue as not only a colour but hope for billion of Indian cricket fans and... you get the gist. Got that off a website. I didn't really know how to define Bleed Blue, so I googled it. Shameful, I know.
Today is the match of EPIC PROPORTIONS.
India vs Pakistan, World Cup :D
Right now, Pakistan is batting, 77-4.
India is getting screwed.
But we SHALL win. Somehow. Anyhow. We. Will. Win.

I'm still all blue, and I shall stay blue until the end of the match.
Oh, and cricket is very Weeyerd.

Until then... BLEED BLUE!

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Platformed Pumps - Yes or No?

All right, so, being a complete shoe addict, I recently bought a nude pair of patent platformed pumps. Are they amazing? Yes. Are they my first platforms? Yes. I usually just buy heels without platforms.
I never saw the appeal in platforms. They always seemed kind of over-the-top to me. I just honestly couldn't understand the hype over platforms.
But, I was in Brussels, and I came across this beautiful pair of nude platform pumps, and I knew I had to splurge. Besides, I've wanted a nude pair for ages.
So I did.
Now, I suddenly understand what the hype is all about.
Platforms are my new love.
They look amazing, and somehow are not uncomfortable at all. The first time I wore them was to the movies, and they were super comfortable.


The great part about them, is that although they ARE very platformed, it's kind of hidden inside the shoe, so it gives them the illusion of only being slightly platformed.
They're from eram, a store I have never heard of. but looked okay, I guess. They were 49.99 euros, which isn't too expensive for a pair of pumps.
So, the next time you're in Brussels, pop over to eram and splurge on this pair.

Happy To The Point Of Bursting

Okay, I lied.
I am posting again today, but technically it was a half-truth. I just received some life-changing good news that jerked me out of hazy sleep-walk I'd been in the whole day.
Unfortunately, I cannot reveal the news yet. It's pretty awesome, though. It's been a hopeful dream for a long time now, and I just found out it IS going to be happening.
I'm so ecstatic, I can literally feel it flow through my veins and make my toes tingle.

Do you know what happens when you learn that something you've always secretly wished for, just appears suddenly out of blue? I'll tell you what happens.
You burst into these massive waves of happiness that makes you wonder why you were ever sad.
I honestly haven't been this happy in five months. It's shocking, really.
It's okay, though. It's okay, because for once I feel like everything is falling into place, and I can almost feel the broke pieces of me slowly melding into into each other to be whole again.

Don't worry; you shall know what it is. I won't keep you in suspense for long.
I mean this for everyone. No one shall know what it is now. No one.

The Awesomeness That Is RD - 1

Today is the laziest day I have ever experienced. I woke up at 10 - which is late for me; I usually wake up around 7 on weekends - and slept for three hours this afternoon. The air seems thick and everyone appears to be moving in slowww motiooonnn. 
But, today's post i going to be the opposite of boring. Because...today is going to be about the AWESOMENESS THAT IS RD.
You see, me, being extremely bored and very tired, logged into gtalk. While on gtalk, I was talking to my friend RD, while staring at the blank new-blog-post-page. He suggested I blog about either a)cricket or b) the awesomeness that is Ritish Desai.
Honestly? I do NOT want to blog about cricket. But the awesomeness that is Ritish Desai? Sure. That's something I want to blog about!


So. The Awesomeness That Is RD.
Let's see. RD. He's pretty awesome. He's kind of like a similar, toned-down version of Barney Stinson. If you don't know who Barney Stinson is, you don't deserve to be reading this blog.
This is what he just said a few minutes ago - "IVE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS SHIT

I SWEAR
ITS LIKE
WHOOOSH
INTO MY HEAD
AND IM LIKE
BANGGGG....POW....BOOOM
AND
BEFORE U KNOW IT
MY HEADS IN THOUSANDS OF PIECES"
That, is how awesome he is. 

He is currently planning to include me and Lea into a song. He's trying to get the band to play at school, and me and Lea are flute players, like him. (Although Lea and I are just beginners, me more so, because I keep missing music club. Which is not my fault. At all.) So he's trying to teach me these notes on IM, which isn't very easy. 
This is how he tried. -
"can u play e? 
top e
like
see
its just e
but 1 octave higher?
get it?"

And, when I did not get it -

"ok
see
u start with the a i told u
and keep going up
untill u reach e
so its
ure pinky
and ring finger
wil be up
all the other holes are covered
see
ill tell u why
cause
i found a part for ull in chasing cars
where ull can play the basic melody
like
the
ta na ta na
u get what im saying right?
(plz say yes or itll seem like im weird)"

Don't worry RD, weird is another word for awesome, remember? 
Anyway, I said yes. I did kind of get it. Slightly. Oh well. He said he would show me the notes on Monday, so that's good then. 

So, RD just asked me if I finished my bog post. I said I didn't, and he said "good, cause its not possible to write about my awesomeness in such a short period of time"
I have to agree with him! 

Unfortunately, because of how tired I am, I cannot think of anymore awesome things about RD. Which is shocking, because normal days, I would be furiously shouting, or in my case, typing, "RD IS SUCH A STUUUDDD." But this is all I have come up with today.
Don't worry, I am not done yet.

I am done for today, though.
I think I'm going to go sleep.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Without The Odd There Is No Awesome

Well, hello. Again. After a month. Or two.
Or was it three?
I don't remember.
Oh well.
Might as well start with a new slate.
And an introduction, which I have not done yet. 
How should I start this?
I'm Kim. Short name, I know. People always ask me if it's my full name. Which is kind of silly, because if I'm formally introducing myself I would give my full name and not anything else. In any case, even after I tell them that it is my real name, they still insist that it is not. That just angers me further. I mean, really? I think I know my own name. 
I'm also fourteen. Another thing people do not believe. Apparently, I do not look fourteen. Another thing that angers me. So what if I don't look my age? If I say I'm fourteen, believe me and shut up already.
I don't really have a lot going on in my life, so I'm not sure what to actually talk about. What can a fourteen year old pessimist have to talk about, anyway? Hmm. I'm going to have to think about that.
Actually, I think I may have the solution to that. Although I don't really talk to people much, I watch everyone. It's kind of like a creepy hobby of mine. People-watching. 
Don't get creeped out and leave yet. It's not in the stalker way. It's just in the... Is there another way? Well, it's in my way.
It's kind of what leaves me interested. I get bored really easily. Of everyone and everything. I barely even started this blog and I'd gotten bored of it already. 
So, as I was saying, before I rudely interrupted myself, it's what interests me. Watching people. Not eavesdropping, though. Again, that bores me. People and their conversations. No, I like to simply watch them do what they do. Sometimes, I make up a conversation. I put the words in myself. Build up a whole life from two strangers, even though I don't know whether they're siblings or dating or friends with benefits. 
You might find me odd. That's okay. I'm completely fine with people finding me odd. I quite like it. It keeps things interesting. It's like what I told my ex-boyfriend-that-I-shall-never-get-over. I said, you're different, but hey, if you're not different, then what's the point? 
Weird is good. Weird is fun. So I'm not afraid of being weird, or different, or, and I quote, a "total whack-job." There's just nothing... Amusing about being normal.
That's what life should be. Amusing. 
Fortunately, it is. Life is odd.
Odd is... Well, it's awesome.