One more song and Nutella cookies!

Another song, historically?
Yes, another one, deal with it. I was looking for my notes when I found this scribbled in through margins.
I sense a "be individual" theme through my music. Ya feel?

We're living in monotony
Like we don't know what to do
Black and white, there's no grey
Just what we used to do,
Still do.

We blunder in the darkness
We hide in the light
And at twilight we just lie
We scared that everybody would leave us
So we don't even try.

We try and hide
We blend in and bide my time
We camouflage ourselves
We never expected you to know us.

Go behind the curtain
Hide behind the shadow
Pretend everything's normal
But I'm all harrowed

Can't fight in this world
No more, no more
Not with these guns
Because no more, no more
Will home fall
No more
Will Gallifrey fall

TWIST ENDING TO SONG
Hell yeah. Just rewatched DOTD.
Oh the amount of Doctor Who references here are mind boggling. I feel sorry for non-Whovians here. It would be all wibbly-wobbly to you all
Saw this epic picture:

Like, what? Just... what?
Nutella cookies as the title promises:
Mix 1 cup Nutella, 1 cup flour and an egg (whole, mind you) in a bowl till it resembles a dough. Shape into any shape and bake at 170 C (350 F) for  6 to 8 minutes. Give it 5 minutes to cool and serve hot.
This is so amazing, I can't even.
Ok, anyway, JOKE TIME
Q: What do you call a Mexican with a rubber toe?
A: Roberto.

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A 7th Grade Story-The Decision

Before you go on with this, I would like to remind you, dear reader, of 2 things

a) I wrote this story in the 7th grade, when I had poor writing skill and no praise for subtle messages and metaphors

b) Yes, I know this is my 3rd post today. I seem to have incredible amounts of free time. Hopefully, this will tide you over any long gaps I have.

Onwards! 

David closed his eyes and took a deep soul-focusing breath. Slow, cleansing breaths.  He looked at his choices again. There seemed to be many choices, each tempting him in their own lucrative way but he knew he finally had only two choices. The other choices seemed to fade into the background leaving only two, almost illuminated amongst the rest. Which shall he choose? The one he knew, or the one he didn’t? 

The first one, he had tried and tested. He knew exactly how everything would go if he picked first. Every single twist and turn his life would take. He had taken this choice countless times and its familiarity appealed to him. He turned his head to the other choice. So different, it was, so new. It was an unknown path he would have taken, different from all his other choices. It was risky, daring. Who knew what he had to put on the line if he took that choice? What would he have to give up? But then again, what all would he gain? The risks stood out to him.

This choice would change his life’s path and what he would become. Would he turn into a “safe” person, knowing what would happen, be familiar with everything, and never be in danger? Or would he turn into a risky man, one whose life was exciting everywhere but not knowing what dangers could be at every corner? Yes, this was how important this choice was to him. It would probably alter his life irrevocably. The jaws of the people behind him clenched. It would not only affect him but so many other people. Probably not as harshly as his own life, but change nevertheless. He wished he had more time. He wanted to contemplate, think more on his choices and sleep on it. But time was ticking. He had to pick fast, and pick well.

He shut his eyes one last time to focus himself and calm his nerves. He reluctantly decided he would take the safer, first option.  With a heavy heart, he turned his head to the person awaiting his final choice. He said to that being.

“You know what, forget it. I’ll just have my regular cheeseburger with fries instead of the new Mexican chill burger. Same old, same old McDonalds.”

Talk about a plot twist, eh?

A Neutron walks into a bar and orders a drink. The bartender says, "For you, no charge"

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Nachos

My favourite cuisine will always be French.
I live by this: I like my food, like I like my men, like I like my clothes, like I like my languages, like I like my cities- French
Can you tell I have a teeny* obsession with France?
*bigger on the inside
But, I quite like Nachos. And I like them unhealthy. So I made this recipe thing with Nachos. I'm worshipping it.
1. Dump nachos in a microwave safe bowl
2. Grate some cheese and mix through
3. Add salsa or other sauces and whatever else you'd like.
I have sweet corn, salsa, tomatoes, pieces of tortilla, peri-peri sauce and herbs in mine with cheese
4. Microwave for a minute.
Enjoy. You may now bow down to me.
What do you call a deer that has no eye?
No eye deer! ( No idea)
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Another song- (Want to) Let Go

Feel like on top of the world
You don't realize you're crashing down
The world's a colourful place
A muddle of faces and
Lights
The cold, dank wind blows about
The moon disappears in the clouds
Someone puts their hand inside of yours
And lets go before you feel
Warm
The rent's unpaid, the flat's a mess
Can't pack up, or even rest
Yesterday, yesterday was nothingness
Tomorrow's plan is just a blur
And you want to let go
Want to let go, let go, let go
Clean the slate for tomorrow
Start fresh and start anew
But it's grip's too strong
To just let go
Too much like A Team?
Q. How often do I crack chemistry jokes?
A: Periodically.
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Pictures of sheer geekery

I clicked a lot of geekery photos recently, thought I'd give them a share.
In order, they are:
1. This AMAZING Doctor/Dalek couple I saw at Comic Con.
2. My Doctor Who themed nail art.
3. My friends Sherlock USB.(I'm very jealous)
4. Whovians for life, in Gallifreyan
5. Spock, a picture I clicked immediately after I watch Star Trek: Into Darkness
6. A picture I clicked while I was arranging my bookshelf- a fruitless task, you shall soon see why.
7. A Full Circle bag which was my profile picture for the longest time.because I loved the slogan on it.
8. My hand before the Catching Fire premier.
9. More DW nail art- bowties and fezzes this time.
10. Star Trek: Into Darkness poster! Me and my Trekkie friend were fangirling so much before this movie.
11. My newly made wall of stuff with my favourite posters. The HP one is my favourite.
12. My present day bookshelf. See why I said fruitless?
13. My comic con stuff. The bottom right DW shirt is my absolute favourite.

Almost all these pictures were edited beyond belief.
Courtesy of me, except for #3, clicked by Ujjwal Sewani (happy now?)

Q: How do you make holy water?
A: Take regular water, and boil the Hell out of it.
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Doctor Who

I like to send a shoutout to Doctor Who. It was my first fandom (before Harry Potter even!) and got me hooked on to so many wonderful things and met so many epic people like me. I'm now a fangirl with OTP's and ships and canons. This wasn't my goal in life, but it was a wonderful accident.
My very first episode of Doctor Who was Fires of Pompeii (Revived series, season 4) and so my favourite Doctor/companion pair is hands down, Ten and Donna.
I saw this while tumblring and thought I would post this here.

Enjoy, mes amis.

I had to ask, should I plunge into the SPN world and become SuperWhoLock? I mean 198 hours (8.25 FULL days) seems like a lot of work.

Allons-y!
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Hipster

Joke time!
Q: Why did the hipster burn his tongue?
He drank it before it was cool.
Q: How much does a hipster weigh?
An insta-gram.

You can stop headdesking now. It's over.
Anyway let us discuss the topic at hand- hipster culture.
I would be, what calls themselves and Indie-pop kid. While I do listen to some pop, my music normally veers to Panic! At The Disco, Arcade Fire, fun., etc. and music otherwise not on billboard charts. It's just what I like to listen to, that's it.
However, then there are the hipsters. The ones who listen to everything no ones ever heard of, and then be condescending about it. The ones who abandon ship when something they hear/ do, is done by someone else and those who do everything in their power to be radically different, regardless of whether they like it.
This is what kind of bugs me. What is this constant search for uniqueness that already exists? Everyone is different in their own ways. Literally, everyone has a different genetic structure, making them unique
Why this need to be condescending about things, just because no ones heard of them? Why wanting to be so different that you sacrifice who you are, to fit, or in this case, NOT fit into a stereotype?
Answer these for me, y'all.

Last one:
What do you call a snarky criminal going down stairs?
A condescending con descending.
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