who shopped?

Once upon a time a very lonely, sad and poor girl went to meet the princess to show her, her skills at crotchet but halfway through she returned. The next day she again dressed up in a crotchet frock and halfway returned. The very next day she wore her crotchet top and halfway through she again returned. For the very next week she wore all her crotchet things and returned to her home. On seeing this god himself was puzzled to see such an idiotic creature who everyday wore something different and yet decided to return halfway. He was so puzzled because unlike every girl she had many clothes but still she felt insecure. So he went down in the most appealing way possible and showed his glory to the girl. The girl couldn’t believe her eyes at first because of the mesmerising scene but since god didn’t had enough time as he had to also pay his pizza boy who was standing at his door he had to make it quick so he skipped his three line introduction and lightning and echo sound effects and talked to the girl. He said, “oh my! What is it that stops you from meeting the princess everyday even though you have the finest skill and clothes in town?” The girl understood and said, “Dear lord! I never demanded for new clothes! And I hardly ever go shopping!” Hearing this the god again questioned her, “so, what is it that has been stopping you?” the girl curled up into a ball and started weeping she hardly could utter something in between her dropping  nose and loud cries still she managed to say , “it’s.... it’s... it’s....” . “Oh tell it you?” said the god taking out his chequebook for the girl to stop crying and buy some new clothes. He surely knew every girl’s problems and how to deal with it but the girl said, “oh dear god, you may know how to console a girl but you can never know her choices.” Hearing this god asked, “Why? How much do you need to buy yourself new cloths?” giggling the girl replied, “I might need money but not because I don’t have enough clothes but because I don’t have enough jewellery.” On hearing this god and the town went into a shock and never returned..... Tad dada!

Hello everyone! So, today I went shopping and this story was what exactly I felt at a certain time. Since my friends called off out outing I went out with my relatives and a dear friend out for a hunt! There are basically two types of girls

1.       The cheap shopper: now, these girls don’t give a damn on the price of whatever they are wearing. They don’t care if it’s from the thrift shop or a street hawker or a fancy mall. They are basically such extreme bargainers that they take it as a do or die. I don’t know how a girl next to me bargained something for half the price and I am still confused if the price he sold it to me for was correct or not. These girls have another anthem. “We don’t need any company tag, we don’t need any clarification. Just sell this at the price I want. Hey, shopkeepers! Give me the damn stole.” If you found it more as a statement then I must clarify you that read it again as the tune of another brick in the wall. Now, when these girls step on the street it’s like a war. Every shopkeeper knows that this is the bomb and she’s gonna bargain him to death or even after death. (insert spooky music) I mean they completely don’t care if they are caught wearing a thrift shop top. They have like everything in their closet and hardly any of that is branded

2.       The rich daddy: now, to be honest everything works in this world through money so don’t save your values for a value exchange sale because that’s not happening. It’s more like give me money and I’ll give you freaking good things. All every girl wants is a millionaire boyfriend, daddy or husband. So if you rich but really ugly and you hate to admit it but you still have a girlfriend then please take your eyes off this post right now or it could cause some serious damage to your heart. The other type of readers who don’t understand such deep shit keep reading and the thing you have a girlfriend if your money. No girl ever said she wouldn’t date a rich lad. How can someone be so cruel? Who couldn’t have said that? (insert weeping noises)

All these pretty girls at the bar or the pub are the product of expensive makeup, jewellery, manicure, hairdo, dress, shoes and so much more. If you spot any girl like this make sure you become a good friend of her because no one knows what type of trouble his daddy might get you out of. These girls don’t give a damn about expenses. Their whole one month expense it my year’s. I’m glad you know that I am poor. (That was sarcastic) they are like walking into a store whose range starts with $0829736 and they are the main reason why brands are getting so expensive. If people would stop going to such stores, wouldn’t they have to decrease their prices? All in short: because they are rich and they know it.

And then there’s me..... Although I am happy that I have so much but you know girls! Enough is never enough! Comment your shopping desires!

because kill me is a short phrase

Finally my exams are over! And I am feeling as if hell broke. yet my life! it's been almost like a month or two since this sudden gorilla type development took place inside me. everywhere I go, everything I do all I hear is "beta padh lo" or in English as they say "son, study" I can't even explain it to you people how far my parents have gone. I mean they aren't even concerned about anything but studies. Insert typical Asian parents here. all year it's been like demi lovato's I don't care and in exams it's like greenday's 21 guns. I literally am more shocked of my syllabus than my notebook. I mean what on earth could a 200 paged notebook teach me? (note the work in it is done by bloody sweat and ink) that's why we must also study 2 books with 302862356337 pages and not only that but you also get to learn 2973653930136 references with it and then my teacher asks me why I couldn't score well throughout the year. so, after exams I just asked my teacher from where the hell did "what did I do " come from the chapter (note that the chapter has no regard to the real, practical world) and I was made open my textbook in which out of 30286235633 pages she points out to the 22nd line of the 3rd paragraph of the 2886539775 page and then I’m suppose to be lectured about not studying well. 

I just don't understand the concept why in a maths exam a teacher refuses to even tell the meaning of a freaking typical English word which has no reference with the question. it's like my hands go invisible in the examination room and then my invigilator asks why I didn't ask her this question. because probably girl I raised my hand up like a 1098 times and you ignored me 1099 times. note the one time she was looking outside the window. 

if I wrote an essay about why casuals should be allowed in school rather than my second option why they should not be that's why I get 1 mark  less because the essay I wrote which almost covered my extra sheet simply wasn't enough to justify my thoughts and I chose the wrong one in a completely choice oriented question. thank you teacher for telling me via a mark less that I should take my mind off wearing or supporting casuals in a school. 

and then come the parents 

now, in such cases parents totally think their child is a jerk and all the teacher says is absolutely true. have you ever seen any parent disagree to all the crap that the teachers say?

No matter what all the teachers say there is always that one teacher, that ONE TEACHER who hates you and would kill even the soul out of you. They are like: student walking, YOU! YOU COME TO THE PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE

Me, says good morning she: HOW DO I TOLERATE YOUR NONSENSE AND ALL TYPE OF IDIOTISM!

Me, breathes       she: YOU ARE A COMPLETELY WORTHLESS PERSON.

These teachers have a problem with even the good things you do. All they want is to drag you to the office and unfortunately such teachers are mostly the head of their departments or at a very high post. I mean give yourself a break man!

And then there are teachers who help us beggars in the exam ... so I had his one extremely innocent and lovely sweetness overloaded teacher who came and answered a full question for me during the exam. I can’t tell you what faith in humanity arises in me when I see such teachers. She even complimented me on my face book photos. Oh, stop it you! (insert idiotically blushing face)

Well if we are over this conversation about types of teachers I must tell you about my one teacher who teaches me Sanskrit and is none other than a saint wearing a shirt and trouser with his two in one flip over jacket: p he is like teaching something and completely out of nowhere he starts giving irrelevant information about his religion. I mean how can somebody? In the middle of the class?

It’s not the only reason that I hate him but I just do because I am bad at Sanskrit: P lol. I can’t even say a proper sentence in Sanskrit and I don’t have any idea how I passed that subject for four years and I am still as if it’s my second day of the class. Not the first because I would have felt good about it. On the second day you come to know the truth behind your subject and how fucked you are in this semester.

To be honest parent teacher meetings are everyone’s worst nightmare. They just pop out of a sudden like popcorn and are swallowed instantly. in which we are the popcorn.

Well anyway! I hope you manage to pass this semester without getting swallowed by the teachers.

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you can thank me later

hello people! i'm sorry i haven't posted in a long while now and basically i guess half of my readers aren't even there to count it but anyways! so, i just opened my blog and i saw that my last post was on 3rd januaray . honestly, i have so much of time nowdays because of the preparatory leaves the school gives us before exams and now that i have only languages left, i am almost free now. so, by the time i work on it, why don't you guys read something other than self-inspritational posts . so, i just looked across my blog and i saw that there is nothing related to the biggest love of my life! no, i don't have a boyfriend neither a chihuawa . i am talking about beauty fellas! believe me or not, i just don't get the reason why girls choose to become tomboys which is literally really close to changing their gender :p anyways i mean there is so much for a girl to do. infact i guess we need nothing else than fashion and beauty ! there is so much that has yet to be invented for us like an instant no scrubbing makeup remover , a colour changing lipstick,eyeshadow stickers and so much more i think i'm gonna stop because if i keep on counting i might as well just get depression. so, today as i wanted to share something new and fresh i decided to talk about every pinner's dream.this thing is literally ehat every pinner on pinterest comes across like a billion times and yet decides to read the full post. i mean who on earth misses sugar scrubs! yes, if you are familier with the term pinterest than it might just be another thing to pin and if you are staring completely retarded on the screen wondering the hell why millions of girls are screaming for the past ten seconds then you are actually retarded becuase who the hell doesn't know about the legendary sugar scrub! it might seem that i am screaming at you rather than expressing my hyper emotions using "!" this but don't worry because i am actually screaming. so, this post is not to just inform you that such heavenly goods do exist and that such living in the cave people too do i am going to give the recipe to you so that you too can enjoy this out of the world scrub.

firstly, i need to tell you the basic ingredients because it's necessary or otherise you'll have to rush to the store right now.

1. a lemon (obviously cause it's a lemon scrub)
2. some sugar (fine will be better if you love your skin )
3. honey (shutup and add it because it's good)
4. lemon zest(recycle!)

note that i am actually scrolling through pinterest right now and also that since you are sensibe enough and not a two year old kid i think i need not give you the exact measures so, grow up and stop crying about it from behind your screen. add everything according to your perception but since i guess you are dumb that's why i'll be sharing how i made it.

step 1: take a bowl and add two tablespoons of fine sugar, i am here taking white sugar but brown sugar is also in.
step 2: add lemon juice into it , i added the juice of a whole lemon
step 3:add one or two tbs of honey becuase i have noticed that honey makes your skin soft you can also add some oil but since it's a face scrub i am avoiding it.
step 4: mix it! at this point, it won't exactly look like so yellowish because it's basically colourless things just right now but here's the secret tip to add colour. have you seen facewashes in which soft-bursting beads are there? well, i have one and it's also lemon flavour. no, don't hurry up and spoil the scrub with adding facewash. just please dont! same way, you can add some lemon zest to the scrub and they will also feel like beads as well as give a yellowish colour to the scrub! my scrub looks so amazing after adding it!

that's it! you can use the scrub everyday without the tension of fermentation because lemon is itself a prservative and i bet you won't make it last days after you try it ;) all you have to do is, take a little bit and gently massage it on your face or body parts and then wash it. comment when you are done! let me know the results!