Vanilla Fierce!

Life in Sweatni-color

noreply@blogger.com (Varsha) — Thu, 12 Aug 2010 15:01:00 +0000

Hi again.

I write this drenched, after a LONG, hard, sweaty-to say the least because recent Chennai weather sucks- and with a bowl of WICKED home cooked-by me- pasta with cheese, and another app with the name "Text Edit", on which I am typing a review of a play, Rural Phantasy[4.5 on 5] And I'm back, for good. Or bad.

The Sweat Behind The Glitter.

First of all, today was sweaty, extremely sweaty for specific reasons.

One, Chennai's heat wave will soon send me reeling and comatose on a bed in Apollo.

Two, if the heat wasn't bad enough, most of you guys know about school anniversaries. But you don't know my school anniversaries. Reason? Oldies/ Talentless who don't have the stamina to huff and puff and dance/ dance like a dead duck.

Back to the point. My school anniversary takes a lot of work. By both teachers and students. There is a

lot of Sweat Behind The Glitter.

The teachers select veththu themes. And us, who choreograph it and bunk class-which does take a lot of work, let me tell you, especially in a small campus. And today was just another day filled with rehearsals or 'practice' and my hip hurts. Yes, it does. You try standing in my pose. All that practice soaked my uniform. And created a lot of dead skin and dirty soles of my feet-come on, I climbed up stairs barefoot. Not to mention sitting in vajrasana(and smelling the school's stinky floor mixed with potent B.O that can render you reeling), which is the most painful and irritating thing to do when the floor has like, jagged tiles that cut into your feet and leave hexagonal impressions.

And if that weren't enough sweat for one day but no, today's Thursday- Dance class day. I pretty much thought somebody up there liked me because we only had to do alarippu twice and jathiswaram once. But still, it's an extremely humid hall, and I looked like someone had poured a bucket of water over my head.

So I'm tired, wet and hungry. And I come home, stand in the the-only-kitchen-hotter-than-an-oven-or-so-I-think, and make pasta. But fabulous pasta.

And I absolutely love times like these when I sit in the AC room, eating hot pasta and typing out a post. And then the bell rings, and somebody grabs the laptop and starts a post she will finish hopefully in a month or so.

I could really use a cool drink right now. Oops, there's the bell.

P.S: Again, my apologies for the lack of posts. But come back. Since this is my comeback.

More Updates!

noreply@blogger.com (Varsha) — Sat, 19 Jun 2010 11:14:00 +0000

Now, I've got two egos, as displayed below the banner. If you can't find it/suffer blindness, here it is: http://vanillafierce.blogspot.com And that very alter ego, is a fashion ego. So enjoy, and remember, if you ever get featured in Chennai Chronicle wearing something awful, you'll be on my blog. Think of it as an honor, because I only feature the very best ugliness.

Yes, I'm rude, deal with it.

My Day(During Elections).

So everyday we trudge up miserably to the third floor, only to keep a sack of books that resemble bricks on our chairs and run downstairs again to find ourselves crammed with classmates and various others with varying degrees of body odour mixed with the perfume radiating from teachers' smelly makeup. Isn't that the most wonderful way to start a sunny day? Or every single day?

We then recite an extremely long set of prayers at the end of which I bet even god would've fallen asleep. Then, we meditate/pretend to meditate but actually sleep with our ears staying awake. I mean, everyone is supposed to be silent during meditation. So why does this half asleep lady with too much kohl go on and on about 'Backbone straitt cheen ap. Cheen ap, chin ap, ap ap ap' and 'elbowss taching the trunk aarmpits cloesed.'

Then, we sing the national anthem. After that, we poor saps in the ninth grade, walk up those miserably steep flight of stairs only to listen to teachers with extremely sleepy voices[seriously, why does every teacher sound like her vocal chords swallowed a 'thooka mathrai'(sleeping pill)? Some kind of gift?] and we count the seconds to the bell, only to groan and listen to another teacher for another forty minutes, who goes on and on about the same things that we learnt the previous day.

And finally, snacks break. Those with/without snacks go down, talk to people, seniors, candidates, people trying to bribe you for votes, convince you that X is the best candidate because of this and in the end, make him sound like a cross between Mahatma Gandhi and Roosevelt. But that is one of the most fun parts of the day. Then you weasel snacks out of close friends/seniors, fill up on some gossip, do 'vetti pechchu'[jobless talk] till the bell rings, and we go upstairs again.

My class cracks jokes like there's no tomorrow and we all start laughing for no reason between classes. We have matches of hand cricket in-between classes and during free classes, try to ask teachers for permission to sit in the AC library, but still, we listen to teachers for another 2 hours without breaks, then comes lunch break, spent in a similar way of snacks break, but we finish lunch and go downstairs.
But still, the guys in our class seem to stress all these words during a free class and lunch, and their fights include pushing and spitting words, such as[they spit while saying the words in bold]
"Enakku sanskrit-la pudicha oreey vaartha- 'Swaprathibhimbham'"
"Omana Phenne"etc. And I think, all those days I've spent in this class, all those punishments, and jokes and laughter, makes me think that all that trouble, seems to make school worth it.

Then we're back to class, listen to some stray candidates and their henchmen who've come to our class, and then 160 minutes of class. Bell rings. We Go Home. End of story.

New School, new news

noreply@blogger.com (Varsha) — Fri, 21 May 2010 09:17:00 +0000

I have graduated from middle school.
I'm now a freshman. Or freshwoman. Or frosh. Or whatever wacky name that you keep for a ninth grader. And now, since I have left middle school, I go to a new building for High School. I talk as if this is some huge transition, but it is kind of, well, BORING. There it was pink[not the school! The uniform]. Here, it's pastel yellow.[Both the school and the uniform. So we're a matching set. I mean, who matches BUILDINGS with UNIFORMS?]

So here I am, typing on my sister's laptop, as I try and fail miserably at doing my holiday homework, which has to be HAND-written[8th torture of the world. The first? The mine train ride. More later]. And on an A4 sheet. No lines. As if our handwriting isn't bad enough, THIS IS WHAT YOU HAVE TO OFFER!

You can't see it, but there's steam out of my ears.

I can't do ANYTHING! I'm stuck. What the hell do you want me to post? Oh wait, I've got one!

So we have meditation every day[sick] and we have to do all these weird hand gestures. How does a hand gesture strengthen your back is still a mystery to me, like the Bermuda Triangle. And we have to keep our 'aaarmpittts clozed' 'backbon straitttt' 'chin ap' Try it, it's so much fun!

If you didn't notice the sarcasm, then you're an idiot(old news)

Now, I'm basically TRYING to win A Chanel Nouvelle Vague: Price: Rs. Rs 1350, limited edition. It's such a pretty shade of blue. It's jade, but at the same time, aqua and periwinkle blue. I know this because of my extensive CRAYOLA crayons(267, to be exact, in various colors, including the 'State Your Color' series). Chanel is classic. To win it, I must define new wave. So I just wrote what was on my mind, when I read 'New Wave'. Actually, New Wave translates to Nouvelle Vague. But that colour, oh my god, it is so pretty. How does Lagerfeld[if he is in charge of beauty as well] do this?

This is one of the PRETTIEST colours that I have seen. Don't you agree?

Well, you should, or you are blind AS WELL as an idiot. How is that for a double deal, suckers?

Ok, now I've run out of things to say. School will open soon, and probably a Fierce Fashion blog is in the making! All coming soon, so keep your eyes peeled. Oh wait, you're blind, how can you do that?

Stop Foo!

noreply@blogger.com (Varsha) — Thu, 15 Apr 2010 11:50:00 +0000

I am addicted to Omana Penne, Anbil Avan and 'Foo!'

I don't know what to say. Should I make up a story, or write what's on my mind, or what?

Ergh. I've been afflicted with writer's block for a year, which is the absolute worst, when you have a blog, or something. So I'm thinking.

Movie review? No, too 'bleh'

Blog review? Been there, done that.

10 grossest ideas on how to blow your nose? For one thing? EW.

Ok, whatever. This just isn't WORKING. I can't exactly copy off a blog, or else some high profile dudes will come and be all, "#plagiarism" "#copycat-killer-rat" etc, etc.

See? Now, that it's over, the Mr&Mrs Iyer incident was very funny, for one.

I really don't like me new theme. And Safari AND FIREFOX seem to have STUCK. Curse You Apple Scum!

This is so not working.

Now, I happened to come across this article where it said most mothers and daughters borrow clothes. And that is just putting mildly that they're the same size as their moms, whatever size they may be, that is. And there were, 'fashion tips' too, that said; "Don't pick out heavily-worked salwars and sarees; Stay away from clutches(!), large leather handbags in a single colour(What the-?) and some other stupid tips. I mean stay away from CLUTCHES? Is something going crazy within the minds of the Chennaities? Oh wait, it already has.

When I was extremely jobless(just a few hours ago) I opened Sidney Sladen's site. And from his new collection, there were actually NICE pieces. I thought I was hallucinating, but then, the next ones were all tacky.

But still, NICE pieces.

The world has officially gone bonkers.

..

noreply@blogger.com (Varsha) — Sun, 28 Mar 2010 05:08:00 +0000

என்ன மா? Yirresponsible Yimepertinent YIDIOT.
Hello. I'm back! Miss me? I think you did.

I don't know about this, I don't have anything to say. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. I can just say that we have a farewell. It's tomorrow. And we haven't choreographed fully yet. But, seriously, hip hop in a salwar will look crazy.

And we don't even know if we can wear those tights/leggings/ cotton blend churidhar bottoms.

But we got good moves, and we will finish choreography by today, and have a last rehearsal

tomorrow, which I hope will turn out well. We're dancing to Boom Boom Pow, Pump It, Pudhu Pudhu, and Lose Control. Not all the songs, but, a fusion.

It's 10:38 AM. Practice At 11.
Bye Guys :)

Scrutiny

noreply@blogger.com (Varsha) — Sun, 14 Feb 2010 14:24:00 +0000

When Valentines Day is analyzed carefully, it is actually a load of hogwash. I mean, a day to stuff your face with alcoholic chocolates or probably getting fed them chocolates. I bet your Valentine misses your mouth and you end up w/ chocolate lipstick smudged all over your mouth, like an Alexander Mc Queen model. Oh, btw, Alexander Mc Queen is dead. R.I.P.

Ok, so Vday is a bloody waste of time. I mean a day to celebrate, it is not. A day to supposedly stare at your valentine's face. Please enlighten me on why that is not a waste of time.

And there's this new VJ on SS Music who has this highly exaggerated accent, and ok, she's a stick with a head, but she is a complete waste of screen space. She doesn't know how to talk on TV. TR is better.

Ok, that's pretty much one short rant, for now.

Happy V-Day! :)

Zoo Wee Mama!

noreply@blogger.com (Varsha) — Sun, 24 Jan 2010 05:14:00 +0000

Er. Hi.
I made a cartoon. On the Revolt Of 1857.
I will post it. Soon. I hope.

Ok, now, I know most of you probably know about the scandalous[Why am I using Gossip girl lingo here? Argh.] way Mr. Saarukes acted and ripped off Lavanya's story.

And anyway, let's move on, because I don't want to repeat the endlessly boring episode.

I was bored after the first day. Fighting with someone who made a short film of some other person's story, is not exactly my idea of a great weekend spent.

Whaddya say?

Ah now you may be wondering WHY I have a title that says Zoo Wee Mama!

Now for those who do not read the hilarious "Diary Of A Wimpy Kid" series,

this may be a little alien. But this is Rowley's cartoon. It will go like
M1:Excuse me sir, but may I see you neck for a second?
M2:Sure, but how come?
M1:Because I am a vampire!
M2:Zoo Wee Mama!

It's funnier when you read it.

Ok, so I heard the worst bit of news today. Seems our WWBK[refer post: "Yes Saaaar"] will be coming to high school from middle school with us at the end of the year. Yes, indha thollaiya indha varsham-oda mudiyun-nu nenaichen, aana ippo andha tholla nammaloda adhutha varsham varuthey![translation: We thought that this pain would end this year, but now this pain is coming with us next year!] Woe.

I don't think you have any idea of how these 6th standards put ice on 8th standards. Some days back this girl walks up to me and is like "Hi, do you know my name?" "Yeah...it's ____, right?" "Yeah" And as if they've performed some feat of the millennium, one grin appears and they're like "Cool, I'll catchya later."

But bloody the 6th standards think they're some queens of the school or something. One hell of an attitude they've got.

Okay. Done for now.

UPDATE: Mentalcase Coconut Chutney has cleared Inter. So lots of fireworks[good ones] at home.
I beat her to the update, both on twitter and on blogger. She should be ashamed XD

Wo gaad!

noreply@blogger.com (Varsha) — Sat, 16 Jan 2010 15:01:00 +0000

2010 is here! The new decade is here, and i would like to start off the new year by trying to post. Frequently. And that means all the random incidents that take place in my class.

I saw Aadhavan and yeah, I saw it only now. I see that K.S.Ravi pulled Udhayanidhi Stalin along with him for his compulsory cameo-type unwanted role in the credits. It is a full and full time-pass movie that makes no sense. I think it is a "Sickening Piece Of Shit" like this critic here: http://bit.ly/4h9XoU

I would probably give it a 4.

WHY won't K.S.Ravikumar give good money to hire a proper graphics artist? For Dasavataram, he

ruined the first and the last scenes, or probably the entire movie. The graphic artist SUCKED.

He is like Sidney Sladen, and both of them are given lots of respect for their work. Who would

pay for Shitney's clothes? And who in their right mind would call the graphics in Dasavataram

'amazing'? They were crappy and looked like total amateur work.

And if the villain's hired killers don't kill the judge the first time, won't he go to someone else?

The movie sucks. Bad.

Ok, I don't have anything else to say, and I have an SST exam day after tomorrow.

Bye.

Er.

noreply@blogger.com (Varsha) — Sun, 13 Dec 2009 14:47:00 +0000

I don't know what to post about. Frankly, I'm out of ideas. Total brain drain. So I'm just going to post random nonsense.

Our class holds records. For example, we have already been caught two times, the first time was because some people[you remember Mr. Dancing Queen from http://varshamohan.blogspot.com/2007/08/pudina-and-scienceno-confusion-terrible.html] made beautifully pretty designs on tables with sharp metal scales. The overall effect looked like a litter box that hadn't been emptied for a long time[or i could just call it a Sladen Design, you'd understand better]. So, the principal got to know. And then, we had to push all the benches to the back of the class. And sit cross-legged on the floor. I admit, it was fun. For the first two minutes. Then we all started groaning like hags in a parking lot. I don't even know what that means, if anyone knows, please tell me, and I'll try to rectify.
Ok, back to my class. So we couldn't even sit for 30 minutes, and each period was 40 minutes long. The worst part was that every time a teacher came in, we had to dump whatever we had in our hands on the head of the person sitting next to us and get up and go "shreeeeeegurubhyoooonamaHA!'' and they would be like "Stop stretching the words"and we'll all be like, 'yeah, whatever' and we'll plonk down on the floor again. How we survived one week is still a mystery to me.

More tales from my class will soon be put up. I hope so, anyway.

I wish there was an application that joined all the tweets tweeted by a person on a day and posts it to their blogs. Saves me a lot of trouble. But there is nothing like these long posts.

BTW, Sladen's website plays "Hung Up" by Madonna. And his catchphrase is 'Go To Luxury'. Dammit, his clothing is so impeccably classy and chic, I can't imagine why anyone wouldn't want to buy them.If they didn't even buy a single piece of clothing from his store, they would be incredibly sane.

I mean, just cast your eyes on the rubbish in his website. But be sure to have a barf bag near you. Or you could just have a bag with his picture on it, if the clothes didn't induce vomiting, I assure you that his face will. He's like a stick with a triangle on his head.

Hewo

noreply@blogger.com (Varsha) — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 12:48:00 +0000

Hewo. I haven't blogged for a loooooong time now, and now, I want to, so I will.
I'm hypertoooting on twitter now, and it's fun.

Don't know if you've heard, but apparently, Chennai is hosting some lame-o fashion week. I mean, come on! Have you ever seen ANYONE in Chennai who has good eyesight? I'm talking about the socialites, the elite crowd, the 'social butterflies'. If you ask me, they're more like social caterpillars in serious need of metamorphosis.

Basically people say that it will be a show in which 40 fashion designers, famous Indian designers , international designers and upcoming designers from India and abroad will be showcasing their collections. And it will be like a "White Collar affair and entry is through invitation only. Only crème de la crème of the society shall make it to the coveted list. The Event will have a very high glamour and glitz quotient. The audience at the shows will comprise of fashion critics, fashion editors, buyers, corporate honchos, page3 community, models and film stars."

Crème de la crème of the society? Right, so, who are these Creme de la creme? Maamis who wear madisaars with stilettos? Or drag queens like Karun whateverhisnameis? Or maybe, they're the maamas who have zippers on their veshtis!

But seriously, if they have got Shane and Falguni Peacock and Vikram Phadnis lined up for the finale shows of Saturday and Friday, respectively, they're aiming big. And there's a grand finale too. I want to get tickets for either the Saturday or the finale show.

Check out this vid: http://chennaionline.com/video/index.aspx?vid=1531&Title=International%20Fashion%20Week%20in%20Chennai&Page=0

This woman cannot talk in english!! Someone give her lessons! And have a bucket next to you, because I think you may puke out your food after seeing Mr. TresCouture, Sidney Sladen.

-------------------------------------end of subject, for now--------------------------------------

Moving on, basically there's this movie called Thee, the original police. Wonder if anyone's seen it? Well, I had the immense pleasure of seeing that top-class movie on Sun TV yesterday, and I'm still not able to stop gaping at the idiocy of it all.

I only started seeing it halfway though, thank god I didn't see it fully. I mean, Sundar C's face isn't very handsome to look at. And apparently he paraded the streets naked in the movie. Which doesn't say much, except that the man behind the script and the story? He's a real tubelight.

And apparently, since he was an MLA or something, he got to rub chilly powder into villains' butts. Fascinating ideas, huh?

I guess that's what they mean when they say Variety is the spice of life.
Those villains got a good taste of it, I'm sure.

I was thinking.....

noreply@blogger.com (Varsha) — Thu, 24 Sep 2009 07:33:00 +0000

Should I change my URL from varshamohan.blogspot.com to vanillafierce.blogspot.com?

Because maybe the stupid teachers lurking about in our school will go and search for students. But just in case, I took my blog off the search engines.

Hmm, so what have I been up to?

Well, we have golu at home, so everyday sundal and vethalapakku :)

And fortunately, I get a break from seeing the tragically hilarious faces of CMM and WWBK. But we still have to see him every Monday morning after school reopens.

Exciting.

But CMM has absolutely no taste, at all! He wears such ugly shirts! They make me wanna puke on them. But I guess someone beat me to it.

That gave me an idea for a cartoon!

By the way, is Jelly Belly any good? I wanted to buy some.

Look out for new cartoons of WWBK and CMM later on :)

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noreply@blogger.com (Varsha) — Fri, 18 Sep 2009 08:28:00 +0000

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noreply@blogger.com (Varsha) — Mon, 14 Sep 2009 13:01:00 +0000

So..what have you all been up to? I had some exams, but today was pretty much great.
Let me update.

We have these 2 sirs, one for sanskrit and one for this cultural thing. The sanskrit sir, who had this curled mental mop of hair, came and subbed for another teacher some time ago. He doesn't know how to speak english at all. He lisps too.
Eg:
Person talks.
CMM[curly mental mop]: Hey you the boy! Why did you ah ah ah talk?i will spespesend you outside.

But seriously, since you all are old, you cannot come and see this live! Your poor widdle legs will cwack under the pwessure of climbing up our stairs. Poor widdle oldies.

CMM got a haircut btw. With one of those tiny ponytails. It looks funny.

Did I tell that our class has now got "worst class of the school" award? And something happened that the teacher blamed us dancers for. I mean what the hell was THAT all about? If we dance, they go yadda yadda these dancers are very bad blakkety yakkety bleaurgh. And if we do not participate, they go blablah these students wont even participate in one item yakkity yakkity kablooie. But anyway, they're gonna come and ask us anyway, because there arent many more people who dance.

Stupid dance teacher. She sucks.

Let's call the other sir WWBK sir[WW for weird wig, and B for braggart].He came and subbed today. We all got suspended from swimming and games because of our behavior. Now that sucked.
So, he came and subbed. I don't know what is wrong with him, because he thinks he is this great guy with a loong list of achievements and laurels and he feels that is it absolutely necessary for us to know about his new achievements. He does this demonstration every monday morning.

If we weren't depressed already, he comes and adds more. Actually its more like comic relief. But still.

And also, last year, after writing our exam, we go to our class room,and he didn't care that we copied.

*knock knock* Anything there inside your weird hair?

No Answer.

Guess not.

Okay, so today he came and bragged that he came on some show as a judge and he gave a copy of the telecast to the computer teacher[we have these plasmas in our class, for various reasons. I'll explain later.] and said its on our computer, and wanted us to see it. We were like Aiyoooo and then it came on. Well, our class started winding him up and he was stupid enough to believe us, anyway, and then in the end he gave this spl. performance, and there's this crazy tiny fringe like thing in his hair, and it kept jumping about. Seriously, it looked like it would bounce off his hollow head and land on one of the contestants'/host's head. Or the mike. But it didn't.

Sad, isn't it?
But seriously, I thought this year wouldn't be so much fun....but it kind of is.

But school will suck. Always.

noreply@blogger.com (Varsha) — Tue, 11 Aug 2009 03:44:00 +0000

Great.
Just as I finished celebrating my 13th birthday in January, it's August.
4 months and I'll be 14.

And anyway, whats this OCD? Obsessive Cullen Disorder??
Sickos.
Cullens Suck! Woot Woot!
So does Twilight and everything else Cullen and Black and Swan.

Who likes Twilight? I don't. It is the WORST ever. A vamp. A girl. And a werewolf/boy with weirdo long hair.

And anyway, Robert Pattinson is so ugly. I mean, white skin isn't bad enough, and they added red spiked hair, which looks as if someone ran over his hair with a pack of dye and a lawnmower.
He looks as if someone stuck him in the freezer for too long.

And those gold and red eyes? Isn't the skin and the hair enough? But no, Stephanie Meyer had to add colour-changing eyes, because he's a ugly vampire.

A little summary of the plot.

Book 1: Bella moves to Forks and falls in love with this weirdo who wants to drink her blood
Book 2: The vamp runs away, and she starts liking Wolf-Boy.
Book 3: He comes back, and they love each other again. Wolf-Boy now acts as Bella's bother, I mean brother.
Book 4: They get married, she gets pregnant and to make her and her baby survive, she becomes a vamp.

Did I mention that the Cullens were part of the "Good Vamps" Club? And there was a stupid fight and everything with vamps all over the world coming together??

Oh god, Stephanie Meyer needs glasses because, as if a vamp family in a room isn't ugly enough, now they have to bring vamps all over the world together in a room?

Twilight: The next big Bore. And Ugly.

No School :0

noreply@blogger.com (Varsha) — Tue, 11 Aug 2009 03:41:00 +0000

Yes, no school because of swine flu.
Everyone is buying masks as people die due to it.
Hmm....

Our exam is canceled anyway :) English Literature. It sucks.
We wear masks and sing
I yam mighty cat masked niyander.

Theme song for a swine flu cartoon.

Cartoon coming soon! :)

Oh, hi again.

noreply@blogger.com (Varsha) — Fri, 07 Aug 2009 15:57:00 +0000

I now will faithfully try to post at least 10 posts a month. I haven't been posting for a looooooong time, and I am so sad, because I used to get 10 comments and more, but now, I am surprised even if i get more than 5 these days.

So, who has reached a mind block recently?? I have. And it is still running. Internet is getting so boring. And there is nothing interesting to talk about, except the reasonably cool weather in chennai.

*smack*
Sorry, I just killed a mosquito. Kept bugging me.

So, what else have you people been up to? I don't really have anything to talk about, run out of ideas. Anyone got any tags for me?

wassup with your uneventful life?

noreply@blogger.com (Varsha) — Fri, 10 Jul 2009 16:20:00 +0000

do you people only like a post with less than 10 words on it? Oh wait, don't answer that one, because you all are lazy bums. Ha!

The truth hurts. Haven't you realized it yet? I'll answer! Yo u haven't!

9:52 pm. Friday

Found my scale scribbled on. Great. Little brats.

Why is the AC on anyway? I'm starving one second, bloated the next. What happened?

9:54 pm. Same stupid day.

Mosquito blood on my hands. How nice.

129 followers on Twitter already? With StellaMcCartney's official Twitter page on the list?

Cool.

9:56 pm

Why am I even writing this? It's not like you vetti people will read it.

10 pm.

Bye losers. I have dance practice tomorrow. Ha. And Free invite to Kamaraj Memorial HAll on the 21st for school anniversary. I think its on 21st or 22nd or 23rd or whatever.

podangoyyale.

Shreegurubhyonamahaaaaaaa

noreply@blogger.com (Varsha) — Sun, 28 Jun 2009 08:23:00 +0000

[Note: That starts low and goes high. You won't get the joke, because you haven't seen it live. And you haven't seen it live because you all are a bunch of oldie-bums who cannot come to 8C, because you're too old to mix with us "youth" :P]

So, as I told you, I am in 8th and I am jobless. Last Bench. Stupid teachers. Especially the one who goes
"Shreegurubhyonamahaaaaaaaa". So I don't wanna get ensnared by the teachers if they accidentaly come by my blog, so no names disclosed.

So, as I was saying, this teacher first came to our class and asked us to tell our names with an adjective that started with the first letter of our name, for eg. Amazing Anna. I went with Vivacious Varsha, after debating whether "Vanilla-Fierce" was a word in the dictionary.

And then, we had this psycology lesson on how to learn to appreciate yourselves. Which went like
"Say thank you to your nails, legs, feet, hair"

??

Wet head is my head now. I figured the Peter Answers secret! :D And I know how to get spoilers.

So, the call of doom[anniversary practice. If you want to come to my school anniversary, feel free to come by, and watch a "too much glitter" event. Will post details later!] will call tomorrow. And I will come home like a wrung dishcloth.

That's all for now.

...

noreply@blogger.com (Varsha) — Sun, 07 Jun 2009 07:45:00 +0000

How do you like the new Vanilla Fierce?

It's time

noreply@blogger.com (Varsha) — Thu, 04 Jun 2009 07:40:00 +0000

YSR was fed up!

It's time to announce the winner of Super Singer 2008, and that is

*drumrol with cheesy countdown*

AJEESH!

Haha, aapu Ravi! You are such an idiot. Chuuma with one loosu paatu selected[kallai mattum kandal, composed by Himesh Reshamiyya]. Ennamo perusa kizhuchuta maari scene podaradhu. Hahahahahahahaha! YOU SUCK!

Poor Renu, she sang very well, but at least if it wasn't her, I'm happy it's Ajeesh.

Ok, enough of that stupid program.

Moving on, I am now in 8th! Whoopie. Well it isn't much, but be a little more happy because here come the stories from school, which is the 2nd best part of the stories. The best is watching it live, but you are all too old to come to my class.

Amazingly, we have these books which are all colorful. Our science, social studies, and other extremely boring subjects have color pages. Padichu kizhikka koodadhu, but i don't think anyone will miss them.

The other thing is I will finish Project Runway Season 4 In record time on YouTube[2 weeks]. I wanted Rami to win, but I know that Christian will win. Rami. Christian. Jillian[she's good too!]

Coming up on my list of things to do today

> Comic book Characters[my own comic book creations!]

>36 pages of Sanskrit Handwriting

>By-heart lots of songs[aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!]

And more!

Haha! Stay tuned to my blog and my twitter updates!

More letters!

noreply@blogger.com (Varsha) — Sat, 02 May 2009 06:16:00 +0000

Dear Politics,
Congratulations! You win the prize for "Most Annoying Thing" And you win.... these letters!

Dear Politics,
Don't you think that the good parties should win and not the others like how it's been happening now?

Dear Politics,
I hate you!

Letter

noreply@blogger.com (Varsha) — Sat, 02 May 2009 06:05:00 +0000

Hi Politics.
You may not know me, but I know you very well. You have come into my life twice, which includes this year. As always, you have left me disappointed. When you visited us in 2004, you left us with one dubakoor mama and this year, because of elections, you made us have IPL in South Africa! When I found that out, I got so mad, I wanted to kill that guy who did this, and I still am.

So basically, this is a very short, but not a sweet letter. I would've told you that you're a domar dog, but why bring cute animals like dogs into this? Okay how about vethu vettu. Yeah that works. Vethu Vettu. Sappai Kamanati. Dubakoor mama. I think that's clear.

Thanking You[for nothing!]
Yours Sincerly[Not!]
Vanilla Vats.

All of this may or may not be fiction. Fiction is in the eye of the beholder. Ha! It's up to you to guess if this is fiction or not.

noreply@blogger.com (Varsha) — Mon, 13 Apr 2009 14:52:00 +0000

Farting is the new black, and its all the rage with the politicians.

I got back from Kumbakonam yesterday. Very nice trip. Best part? Well, basically we always took this route every time[we make yearly trips] but unfortunately, there was a sign in front of the bridge[on our route] saying something like "No heavy vehicles allowed, 2-wheelers can go, and cars have to drive really fast to get through" or something like that. Anyways, we we're like, okay let's take a detour, but it was a 60 km detour. So what we did was we went over another bridge, after asking people for directions, but at the end of the bridge, there was no road. Nope. Nada. Zip.

We spotted people in tractors coming over to us and asking stuff like "Where are you going?". In tamil, obviously. So we're like "kumbakonam", and they went, "Well, you can hitch up to us and we can go cross-terrain to the other side of the bridge".

So we're like"Okay, how much?"

He says Rs.300, and after a hurried conference, we say okay.

My dad made this offer. He was like, "Come, let's ride on the tractor". First I thought he was joking. But then he asked me again, and I said OK, and I told my mom that I was gonna ride on the tractor with my dad.

Bad move.

Guess what happened and win a free trip to the place you are right now, along with the food which you can buy now OR the food in which you're stuffing your face with right now!

*ahem* Before you get excited, let me finish.

We rode in the vehicle. Cha. But it was pretty good, because it was a Tempo Traveller, and it went up and down like a trampoline. I rolled from my seat to the one across, and landed with a laugh and a pillow[ahh..]

And also, I saw 3 owls.

What's happening?

noreply@blogger.com (Varsha) — Mon, 23 Mar 2009 15:09:00 +0000

Current Scenario

I have Hindi exam tomorrow.
My exams get over on the 3rd of April 2009.
I find my exams pretty easy.
I am currently addicted to Twilight.
I didn't see the Pink Panther 2 movie.
I am typing on Lavanya's laptop[ or as she prefers to call it, her "lappy". Sounds like nappy.]
I have mosquito blood on my hands.
I will be going to Bangalore ALONE in May.
I don't wanna be shuffled to another class!
I kinda like PCD's Jai Ho.
My dad's here. Bye!

And now...

noreply@blogger.com (Varsha) — Wed, 25 Feb 2009 14:18:00 +0000

I am taking a [hopefully] short break, and that is because unlike [most of]you who have passed out, I have to study & YES I HAVE TO!!!!

And when I'm back, I'll give you a Pink Panther 2 review.

Jai Ho.