Survival 101... Your room

It's funny how weirdly everything seems to happen to me on a daily basis. It's like the big guy up there just loves to add a little variety to my life... and clearly I'm not complaining. Currently I'm locked in my own room due to unforeseen circumstances of my door jamming. As I wonder how on Earth these kind maintenance staff are planning on breaking me out, a new question comes to my mind... if I were stranded in here for a day how would I plan on surviving.

No this isn't a suburban version of Lost, rather a more realistic approach as to how people would fend for themselves. Now currently I've already eaten dinner and am therefore taking this situation rather less seriously than I would have, had I been hungry. I suppose in extreme cases I could eat my guinea pigs (I mean in Peru and Argentina they're considered a delicacy) but in all reality I could never harm them; that and the fact that I can't stomach raw hairy food. 

Regarding water I'm sure I could drink the tap water and like test the UAE government's claim of how safe it is to consume. Mercifully I have a bathroom en-suite so that takes care of basic hygiene. I also have a ton of clothes so I guess the only problem now would be what to eat. 

Hmm this is turning out to be quite problematic. I still haven't figured how I'm going to sustain myself. I do have a big window but that can only be opened slightly. I guess should the situation demand it people could climb a ladder and deliver plates of food to me (and hay for the guineas). Yes! That's it! Problem solved, I have no need to panic... though I'm sure my mom will still freak out (moments after writing this my prediction came true).

So now I'm curious about you guys (my non existent readers). Look around you, if you were in my situation what would you do and would you be able to survive? Frankly I'm surprised I've made it even this far... but then again, I always was a fighter. While I'm locked in, enjoy what I feel accurately represents my life currently.

'The Hobbit' would be a lie in today's world

So today I find myself stuck at home with absolutely nothing at all to do. *Smirks* Nothing at all. Anyways I don't count writing as doing something since it comes naturally to me (take that Selena Gomez). However I drift from the main point of this post; the fact that I know literally no one who wants to go on an adventure. :(

If you've watched 'The Hobbit' then you know what I'm talking about. At this point in my life all of my friends are currently Bilbo Baggins pre-adventure. They're boring, comfortable and quite happy to live with a common routine. In short they're lethargic people who refuse to actually do something for a change. I swear to god 'Make a plan' has got to be the most irritating thing alive to hear when you're a teenager. Now don't get me wrong, I'm quite happy to think of something to do, but when I offer suggestions don't plainly shoot them down as if it were target practice. I mean you're the one who's bored not me, so when I decide to do something, say yes for a change. You'd be surprised at how much fun it is to actually go out and do something rather than spend hours endlessly arguing over the phone about doing something.

Getting to the next point of this post. I love it how everyone automatically assumes I free whenever they're bored and want company. It's like they believe I have virtually nothing better to do with my time rather than sit at home and wait next to the phone for their call. Lets get this straight, my day is just as exciting if not more than yours and you should not go all ape shit angry on me when I politely say no. You know the main reason why I enjoy my life? I make the effort to get the very best out of every day that I live (conscious or unconscious... mostly unconscious).

Wow, I've got to stop ranting... Well I guess this isn't a rant more like a learning experience. When the time comes that you decide to get off your backside and do something, then and only then would you understand why I love just plain living.

Also (it's a twist to this cranky post) I'd like to point out of how some people have virtually no sense of adventure. I mean if Bilbo Baggins had said 'Screw you Gandalf' how on Earth would the producers of the movie be able to exploit more money from the series? I mean you've got to consider that the producers need to make their millions to survive.

Ahh I'm adrift again from the original point of this post (this tends to happen usually). So before I forget what I was writing about again let me end of here with a wee bit of advice; just a wee bit. Like the freaky ABBA group once said 'Take a chance' (I cut out the 'on me' part for that quote to make sense so sue me). Life's too short to be talking on the phone. Might as well meet the person and talk then. Till next time...

Sometimes Mood Swings Rock!

I'm Happy! My god, joy is in the world today.

Until you came into it and I decided I hate your face and the entire world that surrounds it.

Maybe I'm  hungry for love... or a bowl of pasta? This is really confusing isn't it?

Body, seriously MAKE UP YOUR MIND! Either I'm happy or sad, good or bad, freaky or mad. This has got to stop. Erm only problem is... how do I do that?

So if you haven't guessed by that rather interesting first paragraph ^  and the obvious title (seriously you must be blind) I'm talking about mood swings. They say that being a teenager is a lot like having 5 different people inside you at the same time. Pardon the sexual references but I couldn't think of any other metaphor and so this is all I've got.

Seriously though it's kind of funny how literally the smallest things can lead to a dramatic change in personality for a short period. It's like playing Mario and you suddenly eat the mushroom that makes you shoot bullets from your body. Okay so maybe not exactly like that but you get what I'm saying... right?

Take for instance yesterday when I broke into the house's chocolate storage and after a perilous struggle (easy-open my ass) I finally unlocked a new box of Galaxy chocolates and went to town on that thing;okay I had three but it counts okay. Anyways right after that sugar-styled ecstasy I sorta got a sugar high and for half an hour my mind went into overdrive. I mean I think I messaged 12 different people I've never spoken to before in my life, poked 6 different friends and read an entire lifetime's worth of tips on how to reduce hair fall for guinea pigs (don't judge me). Even  today when I was feeling low after yesterday's energy burst, the song 'Pump It' by the Black Eyed Peas came on and I randomly burst into hysterical laughter. For those of you questioning my sanity (come on I know you all do), the reason why I lost it was that I couldn't get the video of the baby dancing to that song out of my head; seriously check it out on YouTube, it is definitely worth it.

Funny how random things cause us to change our moods right? I guess that proves to show how unpredictable life can be. So this post goes out to all the freaks like me who can't control there emotions and know what I'm talking about. *Sigh*, it feels good to be a teenager.... at least for now I can blame it on the hormones.

Why everyone is related to Pinocchio.

Yes it's true. I bring you startling evidence that deep down inside we're all made of balsa wood and are blessed by a fairy to one day become a real boy (ladies sorry for the gender bender, blame Disney not me). Now let's see, there are three aspects of Pinocchio that I can remember from my childhood. The first two, while useful to understand I find less significant  compared to the third element.

For starters Pinocchio is a wooden boy. Now I can get all fancy with my choice of words and tell you in 5 different ways of how this is useful to know. Instead though I'll preserve my dignity (and your interest) and lay the whole thing out simple. So being made of wood is a real bummer. I mean splinters everywhere. It also means you're completely at risk of your surroundings with the greatest threat being mankind. Similarly there will always be people in your life wanting to cut you down and turn you into toothpicks (the minty kind with the green tips). So should you let that get you down? Damn straight you shouldn't! You should be like little Pinoke and always have faith in yourself. The little tyke believed that he was a real boy and he eventually became one. Follow in his wooden footsteps..

Our next big reveal is that Pinocchio had an issue with lying. Now if you're as bad as me when it comes to lying (I blush like crazy) then obviously this isn't an issue for you since nobody believes you anyways. However for the rest of you more skilled at this fine art, lying really is like a time bomb waiting to go off. Now I'm not saying that your nose will grow or anything, although think of how epic that would be, but it's definitely going to bite you on your behind later on. Trust me, I have friends who I know still regret not being upfront when faced with a difficult situation. They learned 'big time' that lying, never works. However this rule only applies to lies you use to save your butt, I mean lies to keep people's dignity intact are still sorta okay.

Our final element of this amazingly confusing post is that Pinoke was a puppet, and in reality so are we. Now this is a bit more difficult to explain as there quite a few ways in which strings have been stitched through our ligaments. Let see, there are firstly those who are influenced by the media. People sporting designer bags like it actually matters. A bag is a bag, status symbol or not; if the world ever does end up being destroyed by a giant fireball, that shit is toast. There are also those led astray by social pressure. Peoples actions, harsh remarks, and snide jokes directed towards you can usually push you against a wall of your own decisions.Eventually you'll be forced to climb it only to fall down flat on your back. Finally and most importantly there are those who are led astray by individuals. Deceivers, two-faced friends and sadly people who toy with your emotions have all in some way been part of our social circle. The part that most of you won't believe is that each one of us has played these roles as well, although till this day we may remain blissfully unaware of the harm we caused to people. For those of you on the receiving end, the effect is almost painful to witness. It destroys your belief in humanity and trust when your perception of a person is completely changed by that one sudden action that deep down inside you'd always hoped wouldn't occur. Wow I sorta lost myself in my words over there, but I really hope I didn't go overboard like I usually do.

So now that I've mercilessly analyzed a simple Disney movie better than any literature teacher could, I guess I'll let you in on why then the movie still brings a smile to my face every time I see it... his name is Jiminy Cricket. Our conscience in the form of a friend. Someone who's there to see you through the wrong and guide you into the right. True he is a bug and max has a life span of what like 6 weeks, but at least he's useful enough to keep around (totally wrecked that emotional moment).

Wow I didn't know Disney had so much thought involved when they wrote the screenplay for the movie. Or maybe that's just me and my crazy overactive imagination. Still I now have an outlet, even it's a small one. I guess this is the end? Till next time my brain decides to go haywire this is me saying 'buh-bye'.

Fending for yourself... and why I'm likely to starve

I'm HUNGRY! To put it mildly... and there's absolutely nothing in this stupid fridge that can provide sustenance. So now what? *Shudders* Heaven forbid I have to actually cook. I can almost feel the judgement coming from my mother who always told me to learn. Ah well, guess we all start somewhere, don't we? So today I thought I'd shed a little light on what it's like to actually live by yourself.

No jokes, life isn't always a party (though I secretly wish it was), and once in a while you need to focus and act responsible. Now as a teenager, I think Oxford should have an edited version of their dictionary; one that doesn't include the word 'responsible' or any synonyms for it anywhere in it's 334 pages (yes I googled that). It's just not natural for teens to be responsible. Like the unwritten law of opening doors for the opposite sex, everyone knows that teenagers and responsibility do not go together. So then what happens when we're forced to become self reliant? In one word... Chaos!

So let's see how badly a teen can mess up his daily life. For starters I woke up today at 12:30pm because I unfortunately forgot to set my alarm and party due to the fact that I went to bed at 3am in the morning. So naturally I missed my morning run and it was too late for breakfast although I did manage to burn two pieces of toast and call it food. Since I was too lazy to do the laundry yesterday I didn't have any of my regular clothes to change into so I was forced to wear some of my older items that make me look like a shady extra in the carnival (not even the main attraction, an 'extra'). I couldn't find anything to make for lunch so I ended up ordering Chinese and trust me no one likes egg rolls in the afternoon. Moving on to when I finally sat down to do some work I realized that I had forgotten to feed my pets. Naturally there was no hay since I had forgotten to buy some, so off I went to Animal World. Like usual the tank was empty so I spent another half an hour at the pump, and just to top things off, when I reached the store the owners had gone out for lunch. The sad part is the day has just started and already I feel like the end is near.

So maybe my version was a bit extreme but I'm sure at some point of time in your life things have piled up so much that they literally collapsed onto each other. It's like a cascade of unforeseen events, all of which seem to wreck havoc on your schedule. Weirdly though I guess this is how you learn. I mean sooner or later all of us at some point of time will have to grow up and fend for ourselves... unless you're Veronica Lodge, that chick has enough dough to buy her way of life. For the rest of us though, I guess it's two minute Maggie and an endless supply of Kinder chocolates until we learn to cook...

Friends, the weird glass cannon.

I swear to God this better not be a depressing post -_-. I'm tired of being all melodramatic so for a change I thought I'd write a bit more about reality and the important lessons to be learned from it.

Now I'm betting that 50% of you will have no idea whatsoever of what I'm talking about whereas the other 50% will get what I'm dishing out almost immediately. So for the modest 50% of you who have no idea what I'm talking about as well as the curious few of you who enjoy reading what I have to say (you're probably crazy), let me elaborate on why I've decided to link one of life's necessities to an awkward analogy of a weapon.

Okay so for starters what is a glass cannon? Clearly if you haven't gotten a basic idea by now, then perhaps you need some help. Still for convenience sake, I'll explain it all out. In essence a glass cannon is basically a metaphor for something that seems incredibly strong and powerful but yet breaks at the slightest touch. Now to me, friends and friendship is a lot like that.

Before you get ahead of yourself and automatically decide you've read enough and instinctively shut this link, let me at least explain what I'm trying to get at. As I was saying friends and friendship is lot like a glass cannon. Think about it, they've always been there for you, strong, everlasting and powerful enough to help see you through almost anything you encounter in life. Yet there are those moments where that tiny precise element that puts them at risk leads to the shattering of any link or concern they may have had for you.

Now as the saying goes ' it's every man for himself'. Clearly this should have been written as a rule of conduct when it comes to those you spend your time with. I mean trust me there are times when you're cursing yourself for being foolish enough to trust some people. So then why keep friends at all? The answer is quite simple, the human body hungers for interaction. Good or bad, love or hate, we need to interact with the rest of the world to function sanely. If not you might end up like me, lost in a world of your own thoughts, and trust me you do not want that.

So that's my take on this perilous topic and somehow I've turned one of nature's greatest gifts into a curse. Yeah I definitely have issues. Yet I weirdly enough have a lot of friends. Maybe opposites attract? The socially awkward teenager that can't seem to stop getting to know people. That would be an epic movie plot. Till then I'll just keep to myself, with writing keeping me company...

Disappointment... And why Imagination is better than Reality

Clearly I've realized that most of you have probably gotten bored with my whole 'depressing post' syndrome but this my blog so I'll say to you what I say to everyone else who criticize me, 'Deal with it'.

Now that we've got that out of the way let's move on with why I've decided to go all Devdas and write this ridiculous piece. Feeling disappointed is natural I guess, especially to teenagers who often complain about life not being fair. Truth be told some of us really don't realize how lucky we are because we choose to whine about the little things that we feel seem to matter. Now don't get me wrong, it's good to care about the little things, but making a big deal about a tiny problem won't solve anything. Someone once told me, 'Keep low expectations for everyone, cause in the end they're all going to let you down'. I don't think he realized how significant that one sentence would become or whether or not he too had played a part in it.

So now I'm going to take a slightly different route to this morose post and question why people get disappointed; perhaps the answer lies in the image we expect to be created, and the harsh reality that soon follows. To be honest (wow never thought I'd say that), a major contributor towards why we feel low is because of what we had hoped would happen.

These fantasies we devise, the scenarios we create and the pictures we envision are all grossly over exemplified and lack the discord that reality brings with it. Think about what I've said here (if you can understand it), haven't there been times when you were excited for something solely because of how you anticipated it would be, only to be let down when things didn't go the way they were planned? If that's the case then join the club, for everyone and anyone has at some point of time been deceived by their own imagination.

So now what? I for one really love immersing myself into the visions I can create inside my head, oblivious to my surroundings and free from all the negativity. Sadly though I can't stay in my dream world for very long, and sooner or later it's time to face to perils that reality brings with it. So from this I'll leave you with a piece of advice...  while imagination is good, and creativity is sometimes necessary to add a bit of mystery to your life, you should never let it take control of how you perceive life and how you decide to live it.