Hopeful a helpful link party post.

Looking for more pain in your already bruised from fangirling hearts? http://www.wattpad.com/1311078-the-bad-boy-cupid-%26-me. I'm in love with this story since I relate so much with this girl, Chloe.
New indie bands to obsess about?http://www.seventeen.com/entertainment/indie-bands?click=svn_more#slide-1
Good website for geekery? http://www.themarysue.com/category/movies-and-tv/ (there is more than that, but I was  reading a DW article so...)
Don't know what else to listen to? http://whatthefuckshouldilistentonow.com/
Song that I relate to the most? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hUzqAe7QGxs  This song's message is the truth. Also relates to the fanfiction.
Some good books to read?

• Larklight-Phillip Reeve
• 2001: A Space Odyssey-Arthur C Clarke 
• The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy-Douglas Adams
• Toxic #15-Sara Shepard
• Free to Fall-Lauren Miller
• Part of Me-Kat Zhang
• The Secret Life of Lizzie Bennet (not out yet, but soon!)-Bernie Sue
• The Art of Lainey-Paula Stokes
• Wonder-R.J Palacio
• Uglies-Scott Westerfield
• Eleanor and Park-Rainbow Rowell 
• Fangirl-Rainbow Rowell
• The Secrets of Nicholas Flamel-Michael Scott
• Jackie Daydream-Jacqueline Wilson (UPDATE: This has a sequel?!?)

Band I love right now?http://www.5sos.com/rotw-landing-page Didn't think I'd actually say this but I'm sorta obsessed with them.

Like vintage clothing? www.modcloth.com

Person who's been the best right now? Prina Singh. Much supportive.

Best research source which probably no one would use? http://www.bbc.co.uk/schools/gcsebitesize/ Research secret.

Excellent song right now? The one above, this one: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y7MaaEjsRB4 and this one: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eK8Ri0COF1w

Best Pinterest board for SuperWhoLock? http://www.pinterest.com/xxautumnbxx/superwholock/

Best YouTuber who makes bad puns? https://www.youtube.com/user/naveregnide (Evan Edinger backwards by the way)

Don't know what to eat? http://sortedfood.com/

Don't know what to do with your hair (like me)? http://www.cutegirlshairstyles.com/ Works best if you have longer hair, but works with shoulder length sometimes too.

Most inspirational YouTuber(this one's obvious): https://www.youtube.com/user/ItsWayPastMyBedTime

Music you should listen to when it comes out? TRXYE. Because duuuude.

Where you should attempt to be? http://vidcon.com/ *sobs softly in corner*

What other links do you guys need? I'm happy to help!

What do you call a shady place in Italy?

A spaghetto!

See you whenever

This post did not end the way it began.

Okay, so one of my really good friends is obsessed with One Direction. Like how I am with DW or Sherlock etc. Now, I don't really like them loads, just not m, you y kind of music y'know. I don't hate them or something. Getting that out of the way.
But I feel like band fangirls, or musician fangirls get a lot more criticism than us nerd fangirls.
Maybe this is just a personal thing, because no one knows about DW or Sherlock in my parts (uncouth) and the most popular fandom I am a part of is HP. And everyone loves HP. (Ronmione is life, okay?)
I've have, however, personally seen  Directioners, Smilers, Lovatics, Azaleans, J-Cats, Beliebers and so on get a lot of hate from everyone.
I'm curious to know why. They're music can be foot-tappingly catchy, and yeah, some go a bit...overboard... with their love. But why criticize them? Because we like to show love to someone who inspires us? Someone who makes us happy when we are sad? Someone who's mere mention brings a smile to our lips? Yeah, we've probably never met them before, and in someways, maybe that's a good thing.
To explain my point, I'm taking the YouTube fandom as an example (I am a huge part of this fandom, so if I end up insulting the fandom, I'm insulting myself too. Doubly so, because I probably didn't notice it.) Maybe there is a vlogger you like. Someone you truly admire and maybe are in love with. Your walls are covered in their posters. But you've only seen the side they want you to see, their best side. They may have a bad side too, or a vice. But till you meet them, how will you ever know this bad side? Yeah, you might know of this vice, but God. Let them be human. You know that they have faults, but instead of covering up for them or refusing to believe that it is a fault, you look at their brighter side. You may criticize them for their faults, but ultimately you admire them for their positives
It's like that with most fandoms too. If someone ever told me that the first few seasons of DW have kind of crappy fx, I will moan about it with you.
Oy veh, this went in a totally different direction than I expected it to go.

What did the shy pebble wish for?
Just that she was a little boulder.

See you whenever.

David Tennant GIF abuse post (and other things)

" I am a S, S-O, S-O-R-O-R-I-T-Y girl!"

This tune is haunting me in my dreams, I tell you.

Hello there!

Hi David!

As a geeky girl, it seems odd to me that I have a strange affliction (not an imperial affliction har har) to cheesy girl dramas like Sorority Girls. Most of you probably think I spend a majority of my TV time watching Harry Potter, Doctor Who or Sherlock

Ok, fine. Maybe I do.

Strange, innit?

Most of you don't know this either, but I'm normally writing posts at my most creative hour-2 am. Which is erm, right now. I publish them later to give off a normal, non-creepy vibe. Well, not anymore though, is it?

Wise words.

Do any of you here listen to fun. or Panic! at the Disco? Have you seen their videos? 

A bit questionable aren't they?(I'm talking in particular about this fun. video and this P!ATD video)

It's hard explaining to a newbie what they actually mean.

Yes, they mean so, so much, but I can't explain it to you.

It'll probably end up something like this:

The video is like a...

I think that's quite enough of all the David Tennant GIF's for now

Only joking

This was supposed to be an actual meaningful post about something, but I got distracted and started putting David Tennant GIF's and finding opportunities to put them in.

Hello there, I'm Captain Jack Harkness and I'm here to fill an empty hole in your life. [Note to new readers: I usually put a normal joke here. This is a Whovian exclusive joke. Sorry]

Doubly appropriate.

So, come on (or allons-y) the rest of my stupid journey with my blogposts. I've written loads more (not all Doctor Who related, not to worry)

I can't wait to meet an Alonso

See you whenever.

And remember...

*shudders*

She’s All That (Yet So Much More): A Perks of Being a Wallflower analysis on Mary-Elizabeth

An essay we had to write for book club, thought you guys might like to read it.
WARNING: Potential spoilers ahead. Please read the book before proceeding.

 “I never set out to be weird. It was always other people who called me weird.” As someone who is frequently called weird, this is my go-to response to “Why are so weird?”

It’s easy to shelve people. That kid plays football? Jock. That girl who hides herself in all black? Emo. And anyone who doesn’t fit in these neat little shelves it put under the label “weird”. We don’t get them, their quirks are just so...odd and because everyone else shuns them, we should too. All of us eventually just want to fit in, so we tend to follow what everyone else does. If we don’t, there is “Log Kya Kahenge” and all that.

That is essentially what Perks Of  Being A Wallflower, an amazing, and shall we say, ‘infinite’ piece of literature  is about.A bunch of square pegs in round holes, who simply don’t care about liking the popular music or even remotely fitting in. To the protagonist, Charlie, this comes as second nature. He doesn’t know why (or at least he never reveals it) he is like that, he just is. Similarly his senior friends Sam and Patrick the Nothing, they are spontaneous and crazy and willing to put crazy costumes for the Rocky Horror Picture Show and swing dance in the middle of Homecoming. But I’m not writing to talk about them. I’m writing about Mary, a secondary character and Charlie’s short lived girlfriend.

In my eyes, Mary-Elizabeth’s nature isn’t to stand out. I think she would want to be like another girl, wearing pink and listening to the Top 40.She wants a boyfriend or even just a friend who she can talk to endlessly about anything, which is something she tries to do with Charlie. But she’s subconsciously peer pressured into being weird. Her friends are oddball, so she must be an oddball too. Personally, she pushes it to the limit. She scrambles to find everything that is unique and quirky, and does it.  Pierced to the nines, Buddhist, obsessed with the horror comedy Rocky Horror Picture Show, so much so that she has her magazine Punk Rocky, dedicated to it.and loves to listen to sad, woeful music absolutely no-one has heard of (indie girl bands being her favourite) . Well there are a lot of us too, who love Mary-Elizabeth’s type of songs. Just look at the number of sad love ballads on any teenager’s (including mine) iPod, and it’ll give you a look into how we-today’s teens prefer sad, yet real songs instead of the peppy beats we liked as kids. Mary is also such a feminist, it borders on obscene  She loves to talk round the clock  about her huge plans on college, her views on social issues (on which she stands by quite firmly) and how everything is “overrated” like many people today, who dismiss things if they are too mainstream and remotely popular (I’m looking at you, hipsters) It’s a wonder anyone manages to get in a word edgeways. And Charlie, guided by Sam, is her quiet spectator. She and Charlie and complete opposites, and the way she loves to control Charlie and very proudly presenting him as her boyfriend, we see a crack of insecurity in her tough-girl exterior. 

Mary as a character is someone who I didn’t identify with (I’m more of a Sam) or even like. I’ve seen so many people at school like her. Those who struggle, not to fit in, but to stand out. Those people who act differently against their nature just to make them known for being such a deviant.Personally, Chbosky did a great job of making minor characters like Mary, full, rounded characters (at least in my eyes) instead of giving her a one sided personality like many do. Most don’t realize how minor characters shape a character’s life. How would Harry be without Cho or McGonagall, Katniss be without her faithful sister Prim or Hazel without Issac? They are equally important to be given some sort of base as it is for the main characters.

One might stop to think after this book, what would happen to everyone. What would become of Charlie, Sam and Patrick? And well, what would become of Mary? I don’t really imagine her taking a stereotypical job like a doctor, a teacher, a businesswoman, although, she might “succumb”  to her nature and do just that. Based on what she is now, I predict she would be a head of something abstract like Saving the Blue Whales or something in the music or publishing industry. She is an intellectual however, so I wouldn’t be completely surprised if she heads a debate society/ club. But that’s for her, or rather Chbosky, to decide. If there is anything in Mary that influenced me it is probably her extremely opinionated mindset. I admire people who can stand up for themselves and express what they feel and argue for what they feel is right. I haven’t met a Mary Elizabeth ever, but I can certainly seen the chatterbox ability and the assertiveness in a a few of my friends quiet frequently. I can also say that for a while, I used to be a bit like her, struggling to be different and considering everything “too mainstream” and not doing things for the fear of what people would think. I’m glad I’m over that now

What do skeletons like on top of their mashed potatoes

Grave-y

See you whenever.

Dance and the World Cup

This is not like that Ballet poem I wrote and yes I acknowledge that these are two unrelated topics. They will be addressed separately, not to worry.
By the way, my 'e' and 'o' key is jammed so excuse the spelling errors.
I really really love to dance. While, yes, I can't do it supremely well (who am I kidding, I can't do it well at all) I still love to choreograph.
My own dances, just to clarify. If someone else did my dances, they'll probably look psychotic.
So recently my friend said "I can never take dance as a subject.(in the IB you can take a performing or visual art as a subject) I mean, how can someone just listen to a song and make up as dance there and then?"
That is the first time I came to the realization that not everyone makes up dances. I still can't believe it.
If I'm listening to a song in private and it's catchy enough, I instantly get up and put some moves to that rhythm and if I really like it, I record it and practice it. I'm not doing it for a performance, I do it because I love it to death. Most of the time I pas de bouree when I'm walking (or jete if I'm really happy). Even when I'm sad I dance. It's almost impulsive for me. When I'm walking with my earphones, my feet and hands are making discreet movements trying to match the beats. Look at any dancer listening to music. They probably  do this too.

Wow, I'm not bothering to proof read the bit I just wrote, but I can bet it's just a random spill of feelings. I tend to do that. Quite often actually.

Next up, the Woooorld Cuuup!
It's going on right now, in case you haven't noticed the hype yet. I'm really disappointed in Spain and England this year though. I mean seriously, Spain? That has to be your worst World Cup performance yet. I'm ashamed of you. Brazil and Argentina (and Germany of course) seem to be doing pretty well (duh, Historically). But that is not what this segment is about.
I don't really get to watch a lot of matches live because of a) timing and b) workload. So I ask dad to record them and try to watch them if I have the time. Which is not very often. What I am tired of however is the people (especially guys) who judge me for this. Similar to the geek girl discrimination, if I don't know EVERY. SINGLE. STAT about every fricking player, I'm instantly given these judgy eyes by the guys, including some of my best guy friends. Wait one sec, do you know every stat? Were you born with this knowledge? No? Then don't expect every one with different parts (if you know what I mean) to be so. I started watching footie pretty late, near the end of the last WC. And as I said, I don't have the time to watch all the matches, know every stat and player and have a lifelong support for a team (like for Spain. Still disappointed in your shoddy playing). So, excuse me if I can't talk football all the time. I have a life and a very busy one too to be totally fixated on a sport. So keep those surprised and judgmental statements and looks to yourself. Okay, hon?

What is the difference between unlawful and illegal?
Unlawful is against the law. Illegal is a sick bird.

See you whenever.

Social media.

Inspired by a comment I heard at school.

I'm tired, I honestly am
Exhasuted and burnt out
Of keeping track of mindless, mindless chatter
Of tweets and posts and likes and followers

I doesn't make you better or worse
Having more friends on FaceBook than the other
More companions at face value, that's true
Think, how many of them would you like talking to?

I find it like air, these passing trends are
No one's going to remember six days later
That snarky comment you tweeted out
Or the pretty dress you reblogged.

Keep going for yourself, I don't mind.
Post that picture, reblog that post
But don't hide what you really love for your "audience"
As much as you may think, you don't live for likes/

I re-read this and it's just a mash of various emotions and blah, but I'm going to keep it for posterity's sake.

What did the green grape say to the purple grape?
BREATHE YOU IDIOT, BREATHE!

See you whenever.

A Story I'm Writing

Thought I'd post a small extract to something I'm writing. It combines 2 of my favorite things- utopias gone wrong and Nazi history. Comment below and tell me your thoughts.

Writing, writing should help right? That's what they taught us in school. Writing preserves your memory. Goodness knows, my memories may be the only thing keep me sane right now.

I've got a decent food stock. Mama gave me all 3 of her lifesaver packs, so if I ration like crazy and learn to get food from this...this place I could survive 5 months. At a stretch.

Oh mama, mama, mama. She's probably dead now. Or be tortured by those brutes. Which is worse, I don't know.

Papa's already dead. They never need the males. Don't know why.

Sylvia! Oh my throat is raw from crying for her. My darling, darling baby sister. I know what they do to babies. They train them to...be... their prostitutes . I've heard stories on what they do to them. I can't bear to think of it anymore.

I guess I should start from where I should. An introduction, a real one. Not those lies we concocted right from school where we had to introduce ourselves.

My name is Alya Zurian. AZ. I live in Sector Delta Psi of what used to be called France. I speak the legal language and behave in the legal way. But  inside I'm wholly illegal.

I learnt what illegal was in the olden days of "democracy" (with demo-crazies, as the joke went). It meant isolating or hurting or even killing those for being different. We all laughed about it of course. It was perfectly legal to eradicate those who were different and didn't follow a certain path or be a certain way, regardless of those who were authority. The whole world knew that. How else would there be no conflict? I mean World Government's motto is "Destruction in Diversity". That's just how life goes.

That's it for now, I know it very short, but if y'all like it, I'll post some more. Comment and let me know?

Why are hobbits so good at math?

Because it's the little things that count

See you whenever.

Without your voice.

This house, for the past days
It seems empty, without your voice
Ringing loud and clear and now
Loneliness is no more a choice.

The rooms seem large
Without your presence, pervading
Every nook and cranny, every staircase
Even when I sit by the doors, waiting

I  lost count
After the first few days
it seems insignificant, to wonder
If you would return to the same space

You flew too fast, flew to high
Up into the treacherous sky
The gods found you then and refused to give
You back, to let you live

And now I sit by the windows
My eyes peering at the bloated moon
They are red but dry from the exhausted tears
And lips cracked from praying that I leave soon

Leave and cross the same sky
And to the land where you now live
Back to hearing that melodious voice
Oh, to hear again, what I wouldn't give

Poets note: I'm fine, I'm not depressed or anything.Felt a bit...dreamy? and melancholy while I wrote this.

Remember when I told you in this post about a fungi and an algae that took a lichen to each other?
Well, there's some bad news, their marriage is on the rocks.

To Dada, Daddykins, Dad, Papa, Mon pere, Mi padre

In light of Father's day, I wrote a poem
Thanks Daddy, for all that you've done for me every since I was your little peanut.

When I came crying home from school
I needed not mother's affection, but you
I wanted your carefree jokes and a long drive
Even if it was just to KFC to eat something fried

Whenever it was needed, you obliged
And pushed me to do things that I never tried
If it wasn't for you, Dad, what would I do?
Would I be like this, so much like you?

Taught me football in the middle of the night
Swung me on shoulders after a fight
A simple joke from you would make me okay
But most of all, you taught me lessons everyday

How I must stand on my own two feet
How to have courage and how to lead
While mum wanted to keep her little bird safe
You said "Fly safe and fly away"

So this is for you, this Father's Day
And the next, and the next, when I'm far away
I'll always be with you, in spirit and soul
Even when your Mini-Me is not so mini anymore.

Note: I sent this to my school's magazine, so if my teacher comes looking if I plagarized it, NO I DID NOT.

Why was the travelling nun's phone bill so high?

Because she was a Roman Catholic (roman, roaming gettit?)

See you whenever

So Where Have I Been

Hi everyone (she says after not posting for nearly a month)
It's totally cool right? (No.)
You guys understand (No, we don't and we are fuming)
Who am I kidding, I don't have an audience.
For that tiny percentile who might be reading and wondering, my internet was down. Then I went to camp. Then my laptop broke down. Then I went to Leh (with no net connectivity). Then I had a bout of "I must finish my pending work"(still not over). Aaaand now I'm back.
I have a few scanty posts lined up when I wrote them offline (a few song-poems and short stories) so this is just an update post.
I'm really addicted to Bunheads (a dance show) and am heartbroken that it is over. I still watch the routines over and over again, my favourite being this contemporary one to Istanbul (Not Constantinople), my most played song.
I fell in love with camp. I don't know whether it was the daily 3-5km treks (and I mean no road, people fell sort of treks) or those moments I climbed on to a high rock, almost secluded from the popular riverside, with a notebook and sketched or wrote (I  have some of those pieces here). But I loved loved loved it.
I can't think of anything on the spot now, so now you will have a barrage (not a barrage, more like a trickle) of posts.

Someone once called me average. How mean.

See you whenever.