Cute Little things :)

So I've mentioned I live on YouTube. Like live there all the time.
You just saw a video, I've seen it ages/mins/seconds before you, but I have....My addiction is that bad. :(
I go off whatsapp and Facebook, I don't have any other social media that I'm hooked onto except this crazy site that eats most of my time :(
Today I was contemplating writing "following Ryan Higa for 7 years" in my resume :(

It's way past redemption.

A few months ago, Natalie Tran aka Community Channel liked a comment of mine and all I did that day was smile like a retard. I'm  shoulder deep in love with YouTube and YouTubers. So when something like this happens, my brain pops out of the cranium and does a tap dance for hours :D

Yea so this happened :)

So +monstershanu might never bump across this. But thank you for making my day :D

And though his videos have far more subscribers than this blog (where it's just me), I'd really want him, Dexter Lab Productions and Kanan Gill to go onto becoming India's top YouTubers...and replace what YouTube in India is known for...recaps of sab tv serials and promos of movies :/

Until the next time, see you from cloud 9,

(not 13, way past teen but  ridiculously addicted to YouTube)

-Appique<3

Annoying people on social media

Segregation post...
:-D

You know what that means!!! Yes, a post as long as Rapunzel's hair. So run now, I've done my bit of warning you.

So for the prologue, I am a big FB addict. I love scrolling through newsfeeds; I like the FB messenger, the stickers. But of late, I don't post much, I don't know why but I just don't.


So one day I was peacefully scrolling past some newsfeeds (btw FB gives me all the news faster (though not 100% accurate) than the news channels…:-P) and I just saw so many annoying posts. I was flabbergasted to see such a giantnormous amount of annoying people in my friend list. Maybe I am one to them. But then I thought maybe I should write a post to define various irritating people we often stumble upon while we're logged in. i.e. into any social media site. So here goes... Nothing.


1. HASHTAG IGNORANTS:
Now these people require formal training and need to be punished for using hashtags without knowing their purpose. Hashtags just basically help us see all posts under a common head, head that is the text following # symbol. But apparently people have begun using it without any knowledge whatsoever about it, cause it's the new cool yo! The hashtags are more like #osm! Now how and why would someone search for a hashtag "osm"! There is no word limit for statuses on FB unlike Twitter. So why, like why would you do this? :'(
Secondly, these people with #throwback. When I'm even a bit confused about the meaning of a word, I use a dictionary or Google. Do you know what it means? It means anything to remind us of the past, like childhood stuff for teens or you know decent past... last month, last year sorts. But people nowadays click a picture on Monday and post it on Wednesday with the hashtag throwback. :|
Why? Just why? Throwback does mean past but not supremely recent past.













2. LIFEBOOK:
For these, social media is the stage and their life is a masala packed theatrical. Everything they do from waking up, being in a relationship, fights with the significant other, break ups, eating, pooping, bathing, not taking a shower for weeks.... Everything goes on facebook, instagram, twitter, snapchat. Like everyone is just so jobless as to leave everything and log onto FB at 10 pm and read about your melodramatic life.






3. THE OVER SHARER:
We get it. That shit is hilarious. But I've already liked those pages and I receive those posts too in my newsfeeds. You don't have to share it again. At least not every- single- picture:|




4. THE SHIT TAGGER:
These are probably new to the world or social media especially FB or just living in bubble. They will add pictures of qualities, emo quotes, good morning/afternoon/ night/ evening/ month/ year and tag you in it or a selfie of themselves sporting a very rastachaap ganji and rastachappier "gooogals" (major pun intended) and they will tag you in it with the subtitle -" hey guys this is me. How do I look?” Stupid, that's exactly what you look like!




5. GAME REQUEST CLANS:
First farmville, criminal case, candy crush and now farmheros saga and quiz up. If I get around 5 notifications per day, 6 out of 5 are game requests. You know how that feels right? You log into FB, you see a red 1 square on the earth sign and you are so exited! Who's it going to be? Crush liking your picture or likes on a very intellectual status??? None... it's just plain bullcrap. Tons of game requests and nothing else! Listen up you gamer. I don't care who you are, but I will find you and punch you in your delicate zones to make sure you don’t ever procreate. Also I don't care about lending you a virtual life but I sure will take away your real one if one more request appears in my noti-box.








6. THE CHORS:
"Give due credit"- said no one ever. Fame hungry monsters... First of all you repeat our answers loudly in class and earn brownie points with teachers and now this! Our statuses? At least give the author of it some recognition. These people grow up to become famous plagiarists.




7. THE WTFs: NONSENSE
What they write, what they do... Only they understand. “I tell cow you rain farming is no soil" .... Something of this sort:|
I request you to sit with someone who knows at least one language properly and ask them to help you out. Or your creative genius statuses might just be lost to the universe because none of us are adept at understanding your high level content.









8. THE FRANDSHEEPERS:
Desperate friends on your list that like pages full of kinkiness. You'll know them when you see a very pornographicish picture of a woman appearing in the newsfeeds because your friend liked it. Also people who just randomly message people..." will you do freandshep with me?" No. Just no! I'll block you, that's exactly what I will do. Girls, check your “others” folder ASAP on facebook to discover a world of unseen messages of the afore mentioned kind that you have never seen before.






9. THE STALKATHONERS
Basic level stalking, I admit, all of us do. Come on, be a sport and accept it. But these people, they know when you have liked a comment on some random FB page. And you are just dumbfounded at their ability to locate / trace your activities, even though you have tightened up your security settings and even though you have partially blocked them. :-o
What kind of sorcery is this?




10. THE STATUS POOPERS:
These people are too cool according to their own opinion. They will go around pooping on every status you or any of your mutual friends put. He's a subtle hater but more of an attention whore. Sabotaging your status and gaining likes on his really childish comment is what he wants. Sometimes though, girls will lose their cool and block these crappy mouthed humans! Also special mentions to the recent group of people added to this sect- the old-diggers. They stalk a friend preferably because no one, I repeat, no one else has the patience to deal with that kind of crap and they will scan your timeline for anything they find even a tiny bit off. It could be a word that you have misspelled or an old photo and they will add a completely non-funny image or a very over used saying like “k” “YOLO” “Sweg, lel” and tag people belonging to the same species to come and join them in their monkey see-monkey do business. They will sabotage your newsfeeds with only one person’s profile in just a day’s time and embarrass the shit out of that person for things he did in his innocent past. Also they would scare the crap out of regular FB users or potential next victims making them delete evidences from the past and creating a fake perfect profile. Killing innocence and memories like a sad-ass-got no life-junkie!




That's all for now! So I apologize for not being funny or making you even giggle!
Sowwieee
Byeee :-D
- Appiqué<3

Random post that will inspire you to kill some valuable time!

You know how there are these crazy gorgeous bathrooms designs they post nowadays on architecture or beauty related pages on facebook! What is that? I mean who in their right minds would want a bath/toilet that looks like THAT! It’s f-ing amaiiizing, but really?! I can literally not take a dump in those toilets even if I’m on my chronic diarrhea mode. Those toilets are sooo not made for pooping…gold plated “thrones”, marble ones with embossed designs and some have their suspenders flush mounted! Like woooahhhh!

And then the rooms! Really? That clean?
My mum/dad cleans up the mess in my room at times, then I enter and like tazz from looney toons, I convert my room into a place that has seen a hurricane seconds ago! They’ve those pretty frames and collages, the extra gorgeous wall papers with some stencil print! How can you sleep in a room that looks untouched like that? It creeps me out! The room is color coordinated to perfection. I mean what happens if someone spills something on the sheets? What do you? You buy back-up sheets of the same kind?  It's so amazing and frustrating all at once, you want such a room but you know you sure as hell don't deserve one! How can You sit comfortably in one? and also would you suit the room :'P ...? It's the same feeling I get when I pass through the Home section at central/lifestyle/hypercity! The beds, bed covers and the furniture just fit so well! And then you just want to buy everything your eyes land on!

All those room décor tutorials on YouTube freak me out! My best friend’s like that! She decorates her room like a pro- interior decorator! What’s even more annoying is she keeps it clean and then minions like me have to hear the bitter consequences of living like a swine from our parents! My Best friend is a living example of beauty-vlogger-type-life. She dresses up well, keeps things pretty and then earns brownie points on mum scales! I hate you, if you’re reading! :*

I had this crazy urge to just post this random little thing because I’m kind of procrastinating here and not getting back to my books and wasting time on such decor videos and pictures... 

Why do exams have to suck this bad? 

Also it’s been so long since I’ve posted and I'm sorry blog :'(

I kinda posted a video on Diwali because i was soooo annoyed but then I removed the post because I chickened out :P

Also it's not like I'm not writing anymore, I am but I am a little skeptical about the content.

My writer app is over-flowing with topic names with bullets of ideas but incomplete content! I’ll get back to posting soon (like you care…do you?), but till then please miss me:P or act like that, will ya!

Sending giantnormous amounts of love that will scare the shit out you out this Halloween,

-Appiqué<3

Diwali greetings

Hey Appicakes,
Long time no read?!

Sorry for disappearing, but the last year of engineering here in Mumbai is painful and so is the beautiful Diwali festival for me and the fellow residents in my area who are suffering because this dude decided to burst the loudest and the most polluting crackers in town!
Senior citizens, some people suffering from dengue, new born babies, kids having exams( engineering kids) and this guy decides to turn on his bitch mode and turn off the sensitivity switch!

Sorry for that. A video note, hoping pictures (in motion) would speak louder than a 1000 words. Wish you a beautiful and happy Diwali! Make rangolis and distribute sweets, snacks and smiles. Donate to some charity and also shop for yourself. Meet friends and family.....but do not for heaven sake go this wild and crazy. Teach your kids to not pollute and try to have a clean, non-wasteful yet amazing Diwali!

Will see you next time with something better. Till then be safe and kick such uncles in their shins(or....)!
(PS: here is a pic of the movable rangoli I made (show off :P),not that great but at least now I don't have to keep on redoing it when guests walk over it! To pre-order for next Diwali, call 1800-No-Sorry-JK. Also I am planning on patenting it :P)

Love,
Appiqué<3

Safe over sorry.

Real small post.

My mom handed over her helmet to me today. As I was walking very aimlessly towards my house wearing it, I remembered what my dad said. "Helmets are so uncomfortable, you can't blame people for not wanting to wear them. You can make safety gear but you shouldn't force it upon people. It's a choice."

My dad is a law abiding citizen who uses helmets and safety belts,but that doesn't stop him from expressing how irritating it is to use those. Normally I would argue but this time I kept mum.

Now as I walking with it perched on top of my head I had this crazy urge to test it. So I did.

I purposely banged my head into walls, hit my head with my bare hands, palm, objects like a bottle. Oh my God! I know this is seriously stupid but I realized how sturdy they are. For minor falls, they can easily absorb the shocks and not let it translate to your skull. As far as major accidents are concerned, they can help reduce the effect. I mean you might already break a bone in the hand or leg, why would you want skull cracks to accrue.

They really help, all the safety gears. They're made for a reason. And for us our lives may not be a matter of concern. But there is atleast one person out there who cares about you and is dependent on you, emotionally, financially or in other ways.

If you can, you should try to use all that's available, all sorts  and means of protection.  Yes, accidents will happen; even if you are cautious and vigilant, you never know who on the road might screw up. So why not use what's available.

It's in our nature to critique and criticize everything. Whether you are Hitler or Gandhi, "haters are gonna hate!"
But it's time we mellow down and see the good in stuff. Helmets help. Good helmets.

And though you might look weird with one or feel uncomfortable, I guess it's better than how one would look with scars that'd last a life time and permanent disabilities.

-Appiqué <3

Sitaron ka dosh (the desi B'wood version of tfios)

Hello! Long time no read?

A quick one. (courtesy my friend who whatsapp-ed the image and made her irritation apparent)

My friend sent an image of Bollywood wanting to "remake" or "draw inspiration"(#IfYouKnowWhatIMean)  from the famous and superhit movie "The fault in our stars" ... Okay??? Okay :'( .

And while I haven't seen the movie, I've known about the book for quite some time now... Youtube love!
So she sent it, saying," Noooooooo :'(!"

And as you know my imagination knows no bounds, like if my imagination were a guy hitting on a girl, it would probably deserve the appellation "Johnny Bravo!"

So this is how it would go.


" Sitaron ka dosh - a journey from manggglik to mngalsootr"


{{If you agree, then let me know and when I sell off the rights for the movie and earn a million dollars, I'll make sure I invite you to the partayyy!
If you don't, how banal! Bleh}}


So the star cast would be, obviously,Deeepicka and Ran-beeer... B, not V, mind you!
Obvious because of their latest gig in YJHD.

So the movie starts off with her fainting and her mum and aunts going on to believe that she is pregnant. Dun dun dunnnnn


But how? She's the ideal girl, never had a boyfriend, always had her nose in books... How and when? Cut to the camera doing pirouettes whilst capturing the appalling looks on the faces of the chachis and the "you- dishonored -us" one on the faces of the Mards.

Then this little oversmart lad ( made completely obvious by the presence of grandfather spectacles on his nose that he keeps pushing upword because even after 10 years of being bespectacled, he hasn't yet gotten the hang of being a chashmish) points out that it may just turn out to be something else and they need to get her evaluated and just because he looks like a very off-Linking road- prototype of Harry puttar, they consider calling the doctor home, because obviously the Bollywood doctors give you the cash-on-delivery service.

So the doctor says, "There is no need to worry, she's not pregnant I've given her an injection (no one knows which miraculous injection this is, but believe you me, it is 100% effective! ) , but I have to run some preliminary tests and I will do that by using my futuristic stethoscope which diagnoses everything from stomach aches to AIDS, but there is a time lag , so the reports would reach after a week when this would exacerbate/ameliorate her conditions depending on which time slot of the movie this scene occurs in and if she does not wake up after a span of 24 hours then she's in coma. Yeah k,bye!
Smug doc leaves saying the family can repay him in dua(prayers) .

Next up her health deteriorates faster than the quality of food offered by fastfood joints and starts coughing blood and until the holy stethoscope speaks, " She has cancer! Will die soon" :-o
Now instead of acting like mature adults and trying to help her get through the rest of the phase peacefully and fulfilling her wishes people sob and cry, bang palms on their chests and make her feel like they hold a shoksabah (funeral) for her everyday. It's as if she is already dead." Han, then we'll go to Disney land... Oh but (sob) you.... Will die :'( :'( "

Finally Deeps decides to take a stroll in the supermarket, ends up meeting this ex classmate of hers who is hella dope and is overflowing with swag. She invites her to a Phorein tooar(tour) . Deeps asks mummy. Mummy says," Chup karke padh, atleast get doctor degree so we can remember you like that" .
Unable to take any more of this insensitive bullcrap, which is their way of showing how empathic they are, she decides to abscond.

Now here is something my momma should learn, she packs for a 2 week long trip and that totals to just one backpack. Momma why you do this, we go to our native place for a day and you call the movers and packers.  If she could have her way, she would do the nitrogen balloon trick used in UP to ensure she packs the entire house or even better locality.

So deeps meets these swagwati people and ranbus and they go on this exciting journey where hey, money is not an issue.

They start off in a train and then reach Bollywood's idea of Romance... SWISS. Point to be noted, we never even get tatkaal seats verified, these movie peeps are ridiculously lucky!

There she roams about in shorts and mini dresses and forgets all about her illness and taking a little care about her body but the body is okay... Okay? Okay.

She falls for smug glib overly enthusiastic, delusional-ly optimistic ranbu... Who also... Tring tring tring. . That's right is terminally ill. They fall in love and change costumes so many times that you doubt the ludicrous capacity and volume of their backpacks and/or infinitely loaded credit cards!

Then they both get real sick and decide to come back and break the news that they love each other. The twist.. Are you ready? They belong to families that cannot stand each other and there is a good chance the dads' would get them slaughtered if they found out. But hey, emotional blackmail... Last wish papa, plej???
Okay? Okay.

They all decide to let them go on with this courtship because they are going to die anyway. But....
The smugass Doc also known as sudden Santa drops by just like that. He's so jobless that he puts all the fresh graduates to shame. So he uses his updated version 7.0 stethoscope to reveal that both of them without any chemo and just because of love and prayers have managed to get rid of their illness.

The duo gets super ecstatic and starts planning the marriage but the family has other plans. Apparently it's not conspicuous enough for them, the fact that love heals all... It's like a very "Meh" event for them- we deal with 100 miracles on a daily basis.

So they decide to not let them date anymore.

Cut to scenes where they lock them and torment them.
:'(

The duo decides to slip away "Lets elope jaanu, nobody gives a shit about us! Okay?" "Okay."

But right before they do, they display how cultured they are in a scene where they go to their dads and touch their feet asking for approval. But the dads are like, " Bullet or kerosene?" :-O

Run, bae run!!!!!

Finally they run and reach this secluded place like a fort where they both start talking about this event that took place during their first birthday. The pundits predicted that their stars weren't aligned well and they laugh and take out their kundaalis. When they start laughing about how screwed up their life is, they notice that their stars align if they join their incomplete kundaalis. And they can just go somewhere and start afresh because no, their parents haven't sent goons after them, basically nobody cares but they interpret the kundaalis-matching as a sign of time for their union. No, not by consummating their relationship. But by shooting each other.

And they do it.
The end.

Unless you want a version where their characters are reincarnated...

I'll spare you the horror of having to read past another tiring and ridiculous story though :-P
(pssssss... Am sorry :-P)

-Appiqué <3

Update on the blog activity!

Small post!

Okay quick update! So this happened... and I swear I’ve turned off my views or my contribution to views so… thank you!

I love Google and with all due respect, g-plus sucks! When people 1’d it I can never see who did it! It’s too sad! Thank you for the views and comments :D
-Appiqué <3

Appealing

(Warning: you may not like this post. It's weird. Then why am I posting it? Because it's my blog :-P)
Firstly, I always have a strong urge to slap people who say "sub"s"traction" and aKsing!!! How do you read an invisible s or dyslexicize a word! Infinite it is, human stupidity!
On with the topic...
So I was talking to a friend and I've just come to realize that I have this crazy strange desire to get out of the house after midnight.
My city not being highly safe, many girls atleast all my female friends are just like me, not allowed to wander about at night. So now after all the protests (don't worry a post bashing society coming soon as a saga to feminism :-P) we girls have come to terms with the fact that psychos exist and the society fails to correct them or even do anything in that direction so again it's upto us to try to protect ourselves because in the end we'll be at the answering end " tum ne kyu nahi.... Blah blah... Add Unnecessary bullcrap trying to justify that you are a woman... So deal with it."
Back to the topic at hand, sorry for being blatantly honest in my choice of words. Had it worked like teenagers do nowadays I would have embellished it with a few swear words.  But let us maintain our civility.
So I have this crazy desire to go on a drive at night. Drive because it's safer, otherwise bikes over cars!  Nothing beats the wind hitting your face when you vroom about on trafficless highways. I have this desire to go around and explore the nightlife,  not the discs, no loud music and alcohol do not appeal to me(boring?). I mean, the beaches, the roads.. Just the drowsy city and people who enliven it- raat ka chaiwala, the snack/fast food thellas, midnight eateries, etc . It's a wonder how this "midnight" field isn't a booming industry yet given how the number of insomniacs has shot up in the past decade. I want to pack all these yummy items and drive upto a beach. Roll down the windows and eat listening to the shore. Mumbaiya chat or a Frankie, tandoori... Anything zingy! (*whispers* but I can't drive)
And to top it off, the sound of nature's music... Seawaves crashing against the sand is the most divine sound!  Definitely. So soothing. Something about the horizon, it's just enchanting, breathtakingly beautiful! I don't know what or why, I just prefer Sun and sand to snowy hilltops! Collecting conches, waking without shoes and curling the toes to lap them up with moist sand, the salty aroma, the bhutta walas, making sand structures. It's sad to see how people destroy this beauty by littering or urinating in it! Gross!
I was,  am and always will hope to be a beach baby. This country has beautiful beaches like the ones at Goa or Karwar! And being a native of those places makes me even closer to the coast. I personally like the ones at Karwar because it's still a very outlandish location, not famous, not populated, very quiet and peaceful!
And at night,  the beaches are prettier because of the moonlight that bounces off the waves making the water glisten like it is full of diamonds. It's the perfect location for people to go and retrospect,  reflect and just talk to oneself. How often do we really take time off to hear what we are trying to say to ourselves? The night time coupled with the backdrop of a beach is the perfect place to find solace.
My school best friend made me an insomniac. I was never a morning person but I wasn't sure about night study. He'd say " Study at night. It's the best kind of silence. The house is yours. You can hear the clock tick. It's beautiful, the transition of a city from deafening loudness to pin-drop silence. You'll love it."
I sure do. Thanks buddy.
  - Appiqué <3

What does feminism mean to you?

Trying to make a quick post. Lesser proof reading than ever (not like there is any, right? :P)

The dictionary/ Wikipedia define feminism as follows:
“Feminism is a collection of movements and ideologies aimed at defining, establishing, and defending a state of equal political, economic, cultural, and social rights for women. This includes seeking to establish equal opportunities for women in education and employment. A feminist advocates or supports the rights and equality of women.”

I see a whole lot of girls and women ranting about feminism and rights and stuff. Hang on there, woman!

Most of these people say they hate men, question the 21% or 30% reservations, seek for a 50% reservation quota, complain about bras and hold all these protests about the unfair world as they ask women to wax and make sandwiches and shit!

 Let me put one thing straight into your head. Feminism is equality for women. Getting a place in the society where men, women and transgender people can stand shoulder to shoulder, where they are all considered capable and given equal opportunities to try each and every profession without any judgment. That’s feminism; it advocates equality not the “we are better!” attitude.

Women who ask for a quota just slip down on the class scale. Why do you need a quota? If we’re talking about equality, then there’s no quota needed. People should get into fields based on merit, based on who’s more capable and sound-sounding rather than what chromosome one received when one was conceived. And while we’re at it, the quota, then there should be a 33.33% quota for each gender- men, women, trans. Period. No bias. 

Then there’s the no bra thing. Although it was basically done just to give women relief, some women translated it into a movement. Woman, if you don’t want to wear one, just don’t. How difficult is that! It’s not hygienic or healthy for your breasts, but hey if you care so much about comfort, hang loose. Nobody cares! I swear. Guys will probably ogle, even women will initially. Then people will get used to it. What? Now people can’t look? Honestly, I’ve seen girls ogling at men’s butts and tell me frankly, won’t you look at a man randomly roaming about with his shirt/pant off? Tell me??? Everyone is used to monotony, something different does grab attention. People will look, but if someone is being judgmental you don’t need such a loser in your life.

There is this “Go make me a sandwich joke!” Why do you have to take it so personally? Reply with, “Go unclog a commode! Go take the trash out! Oh let’s see how that gets you laid!”
Something equally sexist. IDK, make up shit. And don’t make sandwiches if you don’t want to! For years and years women have stuck to the kitchen. If you hate the generalization, just say no! Look for a guy/partner who believes in halving the house chores. And if you aren’t able to find one: 1. you aren’t looking hard enough. 2. You can live a respectable life, head held high, like an independent woman (FEMINISM).

And as far as waxing is concerned, I’ve gotten myself into several arguments with guys who think it’s a crime for women to not wax but okay for a guy to look like a gorilla- unkempt.

One, kick the butts of such men. Two, don’t wax if you don’t want to. I got through junior college without waxing my arms and a friend would always tell me to. But since he never shaved after me having asked him to, I never took up the wax advice. When the hair became a bother, I did. We Indian girls, we don’t wax till around 9^th grade. So does hair magically appear when we reach age 14? No, it’s there when we hit puberty, but suddenly we become a little conscious of ourselves, of our appearance and we start with it. But if it’s painful, if you believe you are waiting for someone who goes past physical appearance, then don’t! But don’t pay heed to the society as they are going to talk (people don’t have much work, you see!) and don’t find it necessary to ever justify why you didn’t! You don’t owe an explanation to anybody but yourself! Do you see guys explaining the puke inducing forest peeping out of the shirt or the beard! No! So don’t!

Feminism is when you accept the fact that there are differences between the men and women . One is a physically stronger gender according to the textbooks and biologically but the other gives a living proof of being capable of surviving some inhuman levels of pain during parturation a.k.a baby delivery. One has been on the top since the time we knew but the other doesn’t need that. All it needs is to climb up to where that acme is and hold hands with the leader and say, let’s rule together. There wouldn’t be men without women and women without men.

It’s a never ending war with absolutely no solution but complete and utter time waste, this XX v/s XY fight! You’ve truly matured when you see the society is big enough to accommodate XX,XY,XXY! You’ve just got to give it one shot. So are you really a feminist or are you a real feminist?

 - Appiqué <3

  

My corner

This wasn't supposed to be a post post or a boast post but I really wanted to share this.

One thing's for sure: anybody having an impression about me being the intellectual kinds is in for a surprise. Don't say I didn't warn you, I told you I'd read a chick flick/Rom com over fictitious bull anyday.

Not that romcoms aren't fictitious or that I lack imagination. Just that it's easier to imagine a nerd falling for a jock and her for him rather than "magic ",wizardry, robo-fictions, sci-fis... You get the hang.

Not that I'm looking down upon or compelling people to look at them with contempt, I'm just trying to put it out there that Rom com readers are readers as well, so don't judge.

This is my little corner. Every girl visiting me says it's cute :-P . Every guy rolls his eyes. Predictable.
The wall is not pink, inclining more toward a mauve -purplish shade. There are a few toys that I managed to hide from my mum's hands and eyes; she btw was planning to give them away to my cousins or wherever she found kids as she did with all the other toys I used to own once upon a time.

The dog, has no nose giving you a fair idea of how full of fury I was even as a kid, violent though on the surface and to everyone I'm always this peaceful young kid. Back then, this dog was the "thang", you had to have it! The penguin justifying my pingu obsession- a cartoon(clay) on pogo. The bunny, oh come on, it's just toooo adorbs! 
The two barbies whose hair(s) have been through some 3rd degree of torture as I tried sketchpens on them,  shampoos and hairsprays :-/ despicable me!
And cars! Those are my granpas. He was an automobile engineer. Somehow I feel deeply connected to him. Never got to meet him/see him as he died when dad was in his teens. But people say I look like him, so we cool granpoppy!!!
That's the uppermost storey.

The bottommost one has a doctor doctor kit. I guess that's Asian parenting. Will throw your dolls, will keep doctor set/mechanix,  get it?
There is a small wrought iron table chair set, it's so pretty.  As a kid I'd dream of a house with a garden where I would keep such a set. Now seeing the way I keep my room, I think a garden is too much to deal with :-P.
A fairy with discolored dress or rather yellowed white dress. She was given to me by my best friend. This came instead of an apology. We had a fight. As kids whenever we fought, mum would somehow get me to be the bigger person,  to apologize or take the smaller seat or whatever. But when this happened, neither of us spoke. One day she showed up with this.  I guess this was her friendship to me. There was never any apology or even acceptance/acknowledgment of the fact that something was wrong. A gift could set things straight, right? Uhm sadly, not for me, not now atleast.
Moving on to the little wooden man, he had a partner. He fell out I guess (wink) sorry lame. They were both men, no women/female doll. Hence never differentiate.
A shoe pair (canvas) I had just begun painting a year back.
And a major part of my growing up/schooling. Tinkle comics. I had around 200 of them. How wouldn't I? Aunts, cousins and relatives' hand me downs, weekly subscription, random stall buying! I loved them! It helped me with creative thinking .
Very creative (lol).

The middle storey, it started and grew only after 10th grade! My babies- my books! All fictitious love stories. Either they are mainstream rom-coms or fiction ending in a small love story.
Meg Cabot is like half of it. It started with Avalon high, that the same friend of mine gifted. She said the cover is pretty. As I mentioned I used to pretty much hate reading, except for Eva Ibbotson's books (3 only I had read). Then Avalon high changed my read life! :'p!
Avalon high, you didn't ask though, is a book about how this girl discovers everything in her new school resembles king Arthur's life and just when she begins to believe her boyfriend is the reincarnation of king A., she figures she was wrong all along and that she is him. It was cool! Too cool :-P and I know this is fiction but come on, the description of the guy is just so amazing!
Then I began on this unstoppable spree of buying all Meg books except what she is truly known for,  the Princess diaries. I somehow didn't and still don't want to read it, I've surpassed that age. Then came Alyson Noel,  Sarah Dessen, Chetan Bhagat, Anuja Chauhan! I can now proudly say that in the vacations I've had after 10th grade, I've successfully completed 57 novels <3! Lol! Like that's huge! I know there are voracious readers,  but hey, be kind. It's a start, am atleast starting somewhere. And who is competing anyway! Am doing it all for the amazing experience and the world that they take me into! I still am in the hangover of a book named " just listen " . Finished it last night!
Don't count the no. of books on the rack. They could be deceiving. I'm yet to read 5 of those and 10 books of mine my mum has dhapo-fied! :'(

So that's all! My little corner!
Ok bye :-P

  - Appiqué <3

PS: Small note:

Just do me this little favor.
I don't mind you being brutally honest but if you don't or you do like an article I write, write it in the comments section.

You have no idea how happy that'll make me, even if it's weird, even if you think the article sucks, just let me know there. And if there is an article that you really like like, that you think is either well written or share worthy then share it on Facebook.
You don't have to if you don't think it's worth. But if you do, then share it on fb.

Unless ofcourse this blog is repulsive to you :-P

People have been kind enough to read and appreciate but I'd like to see them do that in the comments
1. Because that's the soul purpose of that section
2. I can read and review those at even later in life.

Thanks for reading this stupid note, and putting up with all the stupidity on this blog :-P but hey, crazy is cool :-P

-Appiqué<3

The DOCTOR game, powered by Gooogle :-P

Hello Appickles! What is up?
I got an internship! Yayy! Yes? Yes? No. Just no.
Hospital internships were supposed to be a part of our syllabus but now aren't. So my college group decided to get one and here we are wondering why? Though a lot of wonderful things we have seen, but just having figured how non functional the management is and how sad it is to be a patient in the country has taken away the remnants of the innocence chromosome from our DNA, I swear. Corporate politics, no no no, strict no.
But, but we all have also partly lived our dream of wanting to be a doctor by  observing surgeries standing inside an OT, seeing how multi-crore machines work and breakdown, by roaming about in the ICCU and ICU and departments that have given a call about non functional equipments! I heart heart biology!
So that day we were in the OT watching a neurosurgery and tumor removal and the smell of cautery,  so pungent so in your face, just made us all nauseous. It is so freaking strong. Having a wholesome lunch post that surgery was such a task. I couldn't get it's taste out of my mouth. Happens to you? Please say yes. When you smell something that is soooo strong, strong raised to the power of 100, so strong that you almost believe you can taste it? Like passing by a garbage can... You can taste the banana peels and puke and the bile rises up. .
Three days down and cautery is one constant taste in my mouth, not leaving it like a stubborn relative. It's there no matter how many times I brush, use mouth washes, tongue cleaner, eat something that's extra spicy, extra sweet, no no no!
Also all this running around, trains, metro, rickshaw catching, walking and the innumerable hours of standing while observation rounds are on have taken a toll on my health as well. The Mumbai heat (rains are apparently playing hide and seek with us, their turn to hide seeming long enough to be labelled as infinity) coupled with all the chicken and egg and sea food dishes I've had in the past few days have resulted in many ulcers and boils :'(
So what do you do when an troupe of ulcerinas show up in your mouth suddenly? I googled. And google, as much as I love it and am continually fascinated by it,  sometimes symptom checking could scare the shit out of me.
How normal people google symptoms:
- Type cold and sore throat
- Let's see, priority low... Uhm ok normal flu. I guess I'll just sleep over it and we'll see a doctor if this worsens or persists.
How I google symptoms:
  - ulcers
  - related searches: ulcer outbreak click
  - search results: 150 diseases with ulcer outbreak: ulcers, canker sores, depression, herpes, cancer, death..
  - does my ulcer have a red circle with white interior -yes
  - do I have sore throat: uhm come to think of it, I do feel a little sore.
  - fever: lets see. .. Oh shoot, I feel warm! (starts getting nervous)
  - stomach flu? Oh shit, yes. . Ouch see my stomach hurts
  - numbness: uhm I slept on my left hand yesterday and it did get real numb.
  - do you have anaemia? Yes
  - do you have high wbc count? I might have it
  - do you feel nauseous: YES!
  - do you feel dizzy: letters are blurring out! My head is spinning
  - * breakdown begins*
  - * sobbing begins*
  - Mummmmmmmm * yells* I think I might have cancer!
 
Well yeh, that's pretty much how I google symptoms and results . I enter 2 clauses and come out witha handful of fatal diseases, because hello, what's the guarantee? :'(
My doctor calls me nuts and I don't see a reason why he shouldn't. The last 2 times I visited him, I asked if I had cancer or diabetes or was dying!
Am majorly hypochondriac in some cases and in some health issues, I just go " meh"
But google doctor is dayumn scary! Had the world worked that way we'd all be dead,  popping self prescribed or random stranger prescribed disastrous pills. You know you have those people on yahoo answers giving you names of drugs! Man!!! Taking such advices is living dangerously in the true sense!
Do you do this too? Let me know.
Sorry for not having posted for a long time (as if you care :-P) . I guess exams just sucked all the creativity out of me! I had been topicless for a looong period. I recently just came up with 7-8 topics!
I know I know the writing's awkward. Give it some time, I'll try bouncing back!
Till then happy holidays fellow engineering pals! :-P
  - Appiqué <3

Having a best friend:

( Very quick, very spontaneous, very brainless... Don't judge, no proof reading done. Sorry. Kbye)

Having a best friend means having a person with whom your comfort zone expands to a plot of several acres, but only a best friend knows that even though humongously huge, the plot is finite in size nonetheless. They know their boundaries. They know what can push you into a shell, a dark place so they will never do things to put you there. And once you love someone to that extent you don't have to be super conscious as to if you accidentally say something wrong. You can't. You just can't.

Having said that your best friend will always make things awkward, joke about you, pull your leg but nothing offensive. They'll probably give you an obvious nudge infront of your crush, keep a folder called "embarrassing pics. Blackmail.com" and give you the weirdest presents like undies or bra on your birthday!

Your best friend knows you at the back of their hand. They know each and every detail about you. And they haven't acquired it using stalkerish skills. You  have entrusted them with so much of info about you that they are like your 80gB backup hard drives.

They don't judge, whether it's that mountain sized pimple bang in the middle of your face or your facial peach fuzz or those days when it looks like your body hasn't come even an inch close to wax or some blade. Simply put, if you walk into the auditions of king Kong part 7, they will without a doubt give you the lead part. No silly not the girl in that gorilla's hand but the gorilla himself.

They don't have to like what you do but they know what you like and you know theirs. Best friends aren't supposed to be clones, you don't have to find someone who likes the same color, actor, movie,  etcetera.
You can keep opinions that are poles apart, take fun shots and joke about each other's likings without hurting each other and have a ball!!!

They have seen your ugliest pics and still want to be with you.
You are the dirtiest version of what you have ever been but they want to be with you.

You sometimes don't contact them for a looong looong time but one call and they are your doorstep with an ear as huge as an elephant's to listen to what you have kept locked in for such a long time.

You don't have to go shop with them, spend all your waking time with them, talk to them daily,  talk about them or remind them of your existence. They know how you are and most importantly, they are there. Through whatever medium it is, they will always support you when you are right and when you deserve the  support. If they support you when you are on the absolute worst and shittiest track then they are not best friends or even friends.

Best friends are your private property. Your very own personal treasure or asset of some kind. You absolutely "hate" when someone calls them best friend. No.
They are just yours to keep. You'll probably smile politely because chances are you haven't been friends for as long as that self proclaimed best friend has been but you know they love you and you boil inside but conceal it all, sometimes even try to act welcoming because you just love them so much.
Sadly a=b b=c hence a=c doesn't work in most cases.

Best friends  have nothing to be afraid of. They don't have to think of things like," what if I tell her I don't support this and she gets so mad that she leaves?" No. They will sit you down and tell you like it is. Sometimes it'll be followed by a slaaaaaaaaam slap across your face or a butt kick. But it's allowed. They're allowed.
You will find yourself saying... Idk why she does this, I mean you are allowed, with you it's ok but not her. And you don't have an explanation for this biased treatment.

They are some sexy people,  best friends.
  - Appiqué <3

Virtual guilt

"Ok so this is weird. The fact that the video is going so viral."

Hey everyone! How are you? Good? Are you sure? Because you have to be online to read this and going by the fact that you were blown away by that video, that it swept you off your feet and took you to another dimension making you realize how everything you are doing is so wrong and how you are missing out on life, I don't think you are doing that well.

Well I'm talking about the video- " this video will make you speechless- look up generation"

And hold it right there, before you start just skimming past and reaching the comment section to say," you suck. You don't get the video. You hater.. You mean bitch", this isn't a hate post, I don't hate the video. In fact I believe it's really well made and I like the script. I really do. I swear I don't care much if u want to display hatred in the comments section but you should know am not a hater.
Now that I've cleared that up, let me jump straight into it? What part of it did you not know already to be blown away by it?

Did you not notice the awkward moment when you meet your friends that you are only used to chatting with, for the very first time face to face? Did you not know that it is extremely annoying and not to forget down right rude to go clickclacking on your phone when you are out with friends who are trying to initiate a convo? Did you not know that even though you talk  to so many people every single day, you put yourself to sleep wishing you had that one friend to meet every day/night evening just for a walk ot something?

Do you not miss those days when you would get ready and go and stand under your friend's building and shout out his/her name asking if they were going to come down? Don't you miss those days when you would call that friend up- you knew their routine so well... You could almost hear those little sounds the spoons or plates (was going to say cutlery, but sounds so fancy :-P) make so you would be able to tell they are eating and that made you feel all the more special. Come on! Friend over food means  some serious amount of friendship! Do you not miss all the human interaction? Listening to someone laugh at your jokes rather than receiving a lol or roflmao? Or being there for a friend and being able to listen to someone sob? Because if a person cries infront of you they bare their soul out to you, unless they are "awwal darje" ka crybabies.

If you don't, then you are a bot! Don't hack my blog please :'( !
:-P

That or you are a little dead on the inside. You need human interaction. After staying cooped up in a room for days, you will wake up one day suddenly just wanting to meet someone, anyone. You would not be picky about who or what or even where...

What part of it didn't you know? Did you not know you can't feel a virtual hug/kiss? You may feel all warm on the inside when you receive a " I love you." message but you do realize that nothing makes it remotely comparable to the moment when someone looks into your eyes and with every bit of courage he/she has says it to you and then the hug-the warmth of it is unparallel. Or all those little things that occur in the honeymoon phase of a relation- holding hands, looking at each other, resting your head on his/her shoulder, etc...

Did you not know that receiving a " it's over" via whatsapp is stupid and cowardly and that one would always want to look into the eyes of the "dumper" and get their questions answered because it is unbelievably soothing to see guilt on his/her face. Even if their decision is for the best, it kills a little part of you and you have all the right to expect an apology from them for wronging you.

You knew these things. You knew them, you know them now and you will always know it.

Technology has definitely reduced the barrier of distance but created virtual distances. Distances that you can't cross using public transport, it's distancing of the heart from another and also attenuating your self esteem and confidence to approach and initiate convos slowly but steadily.

You knew all of it.

So why were you speechless? When a person - let's say a young educated person smokes or drinks, he/she is aware of its hazards. Now it's upto them to do it in limits or go completely nuts and get super addicted and totally high justifying it with a "YOLO" tag.

Everything in moderation is good. And overdose of anything... Anything is bad,technology being no exception to that saying.

What I resent is that people went crazy over that video and began over sharing it... They tweeted, retweeted, shared on fb, insta, whatsapp and all sorts of social media. I can confidently say that around 30+ of my friends shared it on fb.

You see a video, it leaves you mind boggled and stunned and is like a ray of realization and what do you do? Instead of shutting off your phone and meeting a friend or going and talking to someone or even better going and showing it to them in person to see the priceless reaction on their face, you indulge in more of social media.

Wait.

Let that sink in.

Pat yourself... Now.

Well done. :|

Instead of deciding, you know what I'm going to not carry my phone when I just go down to meet a friend, you take it and you continue your annoying shitty habit of tik tikking during an on-going conversation.

Wait a minute, let me reply to this message having unmatched level of importance at this hour of the day and this very second. Just hold on....
:-/

I'm not saying I am no social media slave. I am.  I'm hella addicted to Facebook and whatsapp. But atleast I am honest and not a hypocrite, sharing the video with a tag " opened my eyes, let's learn from this" only to share it even more on such platforms.

Such a f#-ed up gen we are!

So screwed up.

People literally post shit nowadays... Now don't give me that " to each his own" shit. Nice use of language but no, I don't want your shitty saying. You are going against the very purpose of that video or was that video even made with that purpose?

Your over sharing makes overthinkers over think about the fact that what if it was just a way to induce some guilt in us so we like and share, because let's be honest... A video speaks to you and you share it. Ouch that hurt, let's share. So what if that was the very purpose- instant likes.

Poverty in India- check
Drought in Africa-check
Cruelty on animals- check
Hurt puppy/kitten- check

What shall we do next? Uhmmm let's create the concept of virtual guilt.

Yes I overthink, yes I believe that the video had a good intention but you guys screwed it up for me.

Yes this post is over.

Peace out,
  -Appiqué<3

Poem 2:

Here's another poem.
It may seem lascivious, but I swear I was just intending to capture the magic of a kiss, esp of a couple that has a lot of chemistry.
Don't be too harsh if you don't like it.

(NOTE: The author of this blog has no experience in this domain but has seen and read a fair share of romcoms.)

A sealing kiss

Can you tell your hands from mine
When so tightly, they are intertwined
I can feel your sweet breath on my face
As we lie close enough to occlude any space
A finger of yours slides down my cheek
And it makes me, on my knees, go weak
Your eyes shine with a naughty tint
You finally seem to have picked up all my subtle hints
You brush away those strands on my shoulder
So close we stand, heartbeats audible to one another
You bend down and plant a kiss on my neck
My stomach collapses like a house storm
wrecked
I turn to push you a little away
Your grasp makes it clear, you are not going anywhere
Cup my face and pull me close
My face now rubefacient, glows
In a voice so humble, you ask" May I, Miss?"
I rush in quickly and seal it with a kiss.

Facebook dp abusers- which one are you?

Another category segregation post! Yea I know,  I know... Booooring! But I'm still going to upload it... Oops I already did * evil grin*
Ay what's up, y'all!
Had it worked the way I wanted it to, the world I mean, I would start a YouTube channel and put up videos rather than writing these posts. But neither do I know the ABCs of the video editing world, nor do I think I'm a prospective candidate for a viral YouTuber! So without further ado, I shall begin with types of Facebook picture uploaders!
Type 1. The " beast"

You all know this one person in your friend-list. He is a self proclaimed "beast". These put up pictures of themselves in the gym,  pictures with gym buddies and gym equipment or a selfie -shirtless or purposely lifted to expose their mid riffs and protein filled abs. Frankly the ones that work their way to that kind of a body via working out  deserve appreciation but not the booster buffs. Protein shake stocking isn't standing ovation worthy. These remind me of balloon animals... I sometimes want to put a pin through their skin just for a quick check.
Type 2. The poet-not!

These include people who have a very normal looking or at times, weird looking picture or a beautiful DSLR picture of nature/close up of some object or something with a completely unrelated quote/phrase/fancy poem/song written in the tag line/ description. The description will almost make you gag 99% of the times or cause you to say " no no no" for an infinitely long duration of time. I've seen a lot of girls do this. It makes no sense to me. It's a very pixelated, blurry image with a duck face pose and the quote reads " if a man doesn't love you at your worst, he doesn't deserve you at your best!" . You will inevitably have a " :|" expression upon encountering such pictures.
Type 3. The expressionista!

I love these people. They will have a collage of all the pictures where they have weird expressions, where they go complete nuts. Crazy pictures are sooo awesome! But sometimes, not always. If they discover a stupid expression that makes them look cute/decent they continue to hold that pose for all the pictures that follow. It then becomes a very " meh" thingy.
Type 4. The "control c+ control v"

How? I really need to know how these people are so consistent. They will have the same pose, same smile, same hairstyle in allllll of their pictures. ALL! With descriptions " at the movies" " fun time at the beach" " sad" " overjoyed".... ALL with the same pose.
Type 5. The "plastic surgeon"

Now these are again divided into 2 categories: 1. The natural: a fake pout or purposely accentuating all the wrong portions of your body by using clever posing techniques ! 2. The artist: a photoshop master! Though if you've got a creative eye, you will be able to make out where the brushes have done their job.
Type 6. The free effects

I'm guilty of being a member of this. I use soooo many filters and effects. I love bokeh, soften and b&w way too much. But that does not make it right. We go overboard so many times.  I used to also use stickers. And now when I see kids do that and use the tag " hardcore" " Yolo" , I cry a little at how retarded I was( sometimes- am).
Type 7. The "chumbak/magnet"

Let's just say if they were YouTubers they would be vloggers. These use, uh no abuse the front cam of their phone way too much. They will always have an arm in the pic and they will be sticking to a new person in every other pic, with the person either looking  super uncomfortable or enjoying the supreme body contact.
Type8: the #hashTagAbuser

"Hashtags make it possible to group messages, since one can search for the hashtag and get the set of messages that contain it."-Source:wiki.Twitter sparked it and instagram provided the oxygen to fuel this volcano of hashtags that this person has got to post. A simple picture of a landscape and this person takes it up as a challenge to find out all elements in it (#friends #RoadTrip #trees #sogreen #water #freshair #air #car #farms #yucky #lagaanFeel #ddljkhet #srkBecauseIMentionedDdlj #Dhabha #dhabhaFoodCausesDiarrhoea #natureIsKawaii :| :-/ )
A girl in my FB friend list had a tag #osamFun. How the hell and why would someone search and stumble upon awesome spelled as Osam. She could have just added an "a" at the end to make it funny.
Please let us all look into our friend list, find out this bugger and explain the role of a hashtag or atleast exterminate such humans from the face of "facebook" haha (lame).
Type 9: the "face canvas"

If you haven't yet figured out, these are people who cannot be heard in dps because their make up is sooo loud. They are virtually dead as they are "buried" under 5 layers of bb cream, lotion, compact, eye make up stuff, etc. They literally color their face. Literally. My personal favorites are the ones that use neon stuff. If there is a power cut, you can always rely on their light emitting superpowers! :-D
Type 10: the self proclaimed divas.

Girls mostly, but sometimes guys too cross the line. These are people who will use #ootd way too much. Ootd-outfit of the day!
They find it necessary to mention in the form of hash-tags or proper list type description, what all they are seen wearing in the pic. From the dress to accessories to makeup to perfume... Everything!
Type 11: the ignorant

These will either have a very small extremely blurry image of themselves or they will have a car/bike/actor /actress picture,  not just once but 3-4 copies of the same image in their album. You almost want to say this to them: You had one job, one job -to upload a pic.
Type 12:the Embarrassingpics.pvtltd

These are guys or girls that would update Embarrassing pics of themselves. Like pics when they were totally high, sweaty pics post some extreme DJ dance parties just to tell the world- I am sooo cool! I don't give a damn about my dps when I partay!
If you see statuses including words- drunk, Yolo, party like no tomorrow, swag, hangover, beer, nightlife then you've found a member of this species.
So those were,  according to my reports(which are very impulsively made and never proofread), the top 12 species of the Facebook dp world. If you find yourself in one of those categories, congratulations you are addicted to Facebook. If not, congratulations, you have an exciting life. :-P
And now, I shall take your leave.
  - Appiqué<3

Random thoughts haul 2:

Just a collection of many thoughts I thought were worth penning/qwerty-ing down.

Isn't Facebook screwing up our language?
Facebook gives u an "unlike" option and unlike means dissimilar. :-/
It allows you to " friend " people not befriend. Not saying friend is wrong, but most of the kids haven't heard of the word befriend!

Thought 2. You may have come across the story of the hare and the turtle. The moral was slow and steady wins the race. But what if there was a third wheel, I mean like a third person in that race. He would have won if he could run faster than the turtle. So shouldn't the moral be, " You snooze, you lose." or something of that sort.

So my friend and I were discussing about this movie " 500 days of Summer" .
(I have to give it to him! I would not have seen it this way had we not had that convo.)
So...if you haven't seen it, a heads-up- it is NOT a romantic movie. And it has Zooey Deschannel in it.  (<3)

The movie is sad. It hits you, it walks right up to where you are sitting/standing and slams a hand on your face. Bammm! That hard.

The first time you watch it, you'll be like " that was shit." and then it hits you. The movie and all the sense it makes. It grows slowly taking its time to enlighten small portions of your mind till it's burning with realization.

That movie,  it is....
It's about how a relation goes bad, it's how you sulk in a shit hole for days and days. It's how you wonder if you and your ex could get back together. It's about how ex-es can be jerks at time and give you a teeny-tiny feeling that they might be ready to get back. It's about how something kicks you right in your gut when you see that "hope inducing" ex with their new love interest. It's about how you start comparing each and every detail of the newbie to you and calculating their weakness-es and your strengths and how you are better or worse and drop lower and lower as a human.

You go to the ends of the world stalking their bf/gf,  seeing and checking last seens of the ex and their new partners,  checking the likes on their pictures esp pictures featuring both of them. You lower your worth comparing yourself to people you most often barely know. And even if you do, you are you. The only one of your kind. It's a shame we degrade ourselves like this. And why just these, we do that when we discover our crushes are committed too, don't we?
If you say no, either you are God or you're lying. But then what's the use of lying to yourself.

And in the end, that movie is about how life goes on.  How if it does not feel even 0.0001% right it's not meant to be.
She knows it's the one when she meets her husband. And  any number of fights, arguments, difference of taste and opinion can't make a difference to the feeling of knowing this is that one person. This is something I want to treasure n go to the ends of world for. This is someone I don't want to let go off.

There is a population of 7 billion people on the planet and we've just possibly bumped into 1000-2000 of them. Hope.

There's this movie I was watching,  its name I can't recollect. There's this particular line that caught my attention.
" We know it(love) is special. Hence we do everything possible to hold on to it. Because we believe that something so magical could only happen once. But that's not true. There will be someone who will see how amazing you are. Love will knock again."

Ahh, made you sad/yawn?  Sorry.
Until I stock up enough thoughts to make a post, Take care.  :-)
  - Appiqué <3