Le Deja Vu

Sometimes, when I'm wasting time, I start to have a deja vu and I'm thinking real hard about the deja vu but I cannot, for the life of me, figure out when it happened previously. But I still continue to think and I start to have a deja vu about having a deja vu. And I don't know what dafuq is happening anymore.
It's really annoying and sends me on a different trip altogether and I suddenly feel like I'm living in a different dimension and I don't know what is happening anymore.

And I'm not even high.
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Happiness (:

Happiness is:
1. Clean feet
2. Cinnamon and Vanilla body wash
3. Colourful stationery
4. Well-organised notes
5. A clean desktop
6. Playlist that is called "Playlist 2" on my phone
7. Red velvet cupcakes
8. Finding old conversation sheets
9. Being in love
10. Warm feet
11. Pretty nails
12. Stuffed teddy
13. Gummy bears
14. Random stray kittens and puppies
15. Family time
16. Double chocolate chip cookies
17. A cabinet full of stuffed toys
18. Spending time with people who count
19. Self-pampering time
20. Loving yourself :)
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Stupid memory (and happy birthday, Adhipee :D)

The other day, I thought of something really intense and I was going to blog about it and build up on it and get a legit logical flow of thought out of it. So there I was, sitting in an old, rickety Fiat cab, crossing Fountain and a little out of sorts. And lazy. Of course, you'd say.
So I was like "Mmm, my phone is in my back pocket. So much effort required in putting my hand in my pocket, pulling it out so that it doesn't fall into the gap between the backrest and the bottom, unlocking the damn phone and then putting down my thoughts into an email that I could send to my blog. I'll just remember this when I'm little more proactive and sober because it's so intense and deep and logical that it could make sense to anyone and obviously it's so awesome that I won't forget it."
And then I forgot about remembering it. And now I don't know what it was at all.
#ScumbagMemory

P.S.: Happy birthday Adhishree! I love you :)

Sundays

Sundays are such food-filled days. It's like Gujjuland in my house. With coffee and muffins and eggless chocolate chip cake and caramel popcorn from Crawford Market. And that's just in the 3 hours that I've been awake.
And then there will be lunch. Oh God. So much food. I cannot deal with this food.
Maybe if I play dead they won't feed me.
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Stupid, stupid day :@

Today is the dumbest fucking day in the history of days. What a stupid day. Firstly my trusted app lied to me. It told me that a 92 goes to the CA institute. For the first time in my life, I stood at the bus stop waiting for a 92 and a 93 came before it. Now 93 is the bus I'm usually supposed take to college but I always miss it because I'm late for it. Instead I see at least two 92s pass by while I wait for my 93 to go to college. So today, I took a 92 which made me wait for 30 minutes at the bus stop before it came and turns out, it doesn't go to the CA institute. Instead, I learn that it is indeed the 93 that I deliberately missed today that takes me to the CA institute and not a 92.
Then I decided to go by train and when I was walking to the station a bird pooped on my foot. So then I had to go into the only shop around which was a bar full of lecherous drunk men and ask for water to clean my foot because guess what? They didn't have a washroom.
Oh and how can I forget? The electricity went out half-way through my shower even though we NEVER lose electricity otherwise. This made me super late because honestly, how the fuck does one wash their hair in the dark?
And it's only 3PM. Kill me somebody. Kill me now.
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Revelation

I turn into a ridiculous, bumbling, sappy idiot when I get into relationships. I write weird letters which I think are OHSOCUTE at the time. And I make videos which I think are so fun and lovable.
But then I become single and then these things haunt me from the past and I'm like:

So moral of the story is that I should never get into a relationship. I'm so awesome outside them. Who needs a relationship anyway?

Why I should never have been a 9th grader in "love"

This was my first "love" letter. Do not judge. I've changed ever since. A lot.
So here goes:


Dearest (Ex-Boyfriend),

I don't know why the hell I am writing this letter to you :p Maybe it is to tell you how much I love you or tell you that you're my most prized person. You are the most amazingly adorable guy I've ever known. I love you for everything you are and I love you for your diversity. I respect your difference of thought, because after a while being similar would just be boring. You are really important to me and losing you would be horrible. I'd just become depressed or schizophrenic or some rubbish like that :p. It really sucks that we can't talk on the phone and all. And I have no clue if we'll ever meet outside school and that gives us... 45 mins to 1 hour for 5 days each in a week :p But I don't care, because I love you as much. Even if I meet you for 5 minutes every week, I'd love you as much. But what I love most is that youlove you immaterial of whatever. Thans for being so understanding and lovable. It really makes mr happy that the guy I love so much loves me as much too. You're my perfect boyfriend ad our first kiss even if it is in a garbage truck would be my most magical moment because you're my Prince Charming (it's clichéd but true :))
Love you always. Sealed with a million kisses.
xoxoSrushtixoxo

PS: Red is the colour of love!! :D :*
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Like A Perfect Pie

Conversations I have which trip me out and scare me off thinking but cause me to think even more when I'm baked like a perfect pie. How did I think of this? Wtf?

Participants:
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Srushti Iyer, Adam Jay.

Messages:
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Srushti Iyer:
I just gave a morality lecture to a cab driver. I fucked his happiness
Srushti Iyer:
I said real words. Wtf dude
Adam Jay.:
Whathefuvk=))
Srushti Iyer:
How is this happening?
Adam Jay.:
Coz.u.baked.
Srushti Iyer:
How am I ideating and gesturing and verbalising at the same time?
Srushti Iyer:
How does the mind do that?
Srushti Iyer:
How is it doing all that deep connected shit so fast?
Adam Jay.:
=)) =D
Adam Jay.:
:*
Srushti Iyer:
How can this brain deal with this amount of activity?
Adam Jay.:
Ask god.
Srushti Iyer:
How is it possible that my brain is so fat despite all that activity?
Srushti Iyer:
I cannot deal with this
Adam Jay.:
Fat=D
Adam Jay.:
Why bro
Srushti Iyer:
Cause I'm thinking too much
Srushti Iyer:
Maybe when you know people complain about cases of brain shrinkage or brain tumour it's cause they've been working their brain too much so it becomes thin and dies?
Srushti Iyer:
I don't want all that fancy jazz happening to my brain
Srushti Iyer:
3-|
Adam Jay.:
Lool.
Adam Jay.:
bro I hvw a brain
Srushti Iyer:
Everyone has a brain fag
Adam Jay.:
Half*
Srushti Iyer:
You have half a brain? :o
Adam Jay.:
Yes.
Srushti Iyer:
NO WAY!
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Indignant

Today, I sent this email to the feedback system at Peppy because I was seriously affronted that my packet of Peppy had no toy in it. The email goes like this:

There are two reasons I have Peppy:
1. Because I love the taste.
2. Because I want a toy.
Today I didn't get a toy in my Peppy. It frustrated me deeply and I kept rattling the pack around trying to find my toy. In the bargain I couldn't enjoy my Peppy and it made me feel miserable.
Batch No: T-040.
I hope you all do something about this.
Thank you.
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