My personality in four photos

Disgusted

Drunk

Dreamy and Spaced out

Hi-Fashion and Prinky


The facets of my personality.

Annoying? Oh, not much, just enough to make me rip my hair out.

A list of things that make me want to cry, rip out my hair, and murder myself all at the same time.

1. I'm sitting there minding my own business and reading a book. Someone comes up to me and asks which book I'm reading. I politely answer (you have to be patient with such people) and continue reading. But no, they're not satisfied with the name alone, they simply have to know the story. So I tell them, to which they respond ," Eeeee, so stupid! How can you read books like that?" Well why the hell are you bothering to ask? Uuugghhhh.
2. I reluctantly go to a relative's place with my parents. There, I'm not allowed to sit and talk to the grown-ups. Oh no, I have to go and play with the little 8-year-old who happens to have been waiting since 10 am for me to arrive so that we can play with her kitchen set. So I sit and do nothing at all productive while she chatters away, looking exactly like what I am, an opinionated, moody, Twilight-obsessed teenager. And then my parents accuse me of being rude. See the irony?
3. Parents. Nuff said...
4. Bullies. Why do they think that they rule over the school? It's just so plain stupid and narrow-minded. Oh, and they are so uncool. Pimply and gangly. Pooh.
5. People ask embarassing questions, and then giggle," Oooh, blushing!" One, I was so not blushing. It's not my problem if you're color blind. And two, even if I was blushing, what else do you expect me to do? Be proud to answer such a stupid question?
6. People telling me to clean my room. It's going to get dirty again anyways, what's the point in cleaning it?
7. I'm in the toilet, and my mom or dad bangs on the door and asks,"What are you doing in there?" You mothered me, I expect you to know the function of a toilet...
8. When people accuse me of cribbing on my blog. It's my blog and I'll crib on it if I feel like it.
9. Braces. Another nuff said, I'll write a whole post on them.
10. When my friends call my brother cute. Yeah, he's cute, but you try having a slumber party with him around. Then you'll see how cute he is...
11. When people call me overdramatic. Is a crime to want some excitement and drama in life? This is gonna make another post...
12. I'm sitting in my place and trying to have a good cry. Someone notices, and there goes my effort to be unnoticed. "Omigosh, Aboli, why are you crying? Heeyy look, Aboli's crying!" And then there's this huge group of people comforting me (not that it works) and muttering the eveready line,"It's okay!" No, it is not okay, why the hell am I crying if it is?

I'll add more when I think of them...

Why won't they let me READ???

Whenever I'm depressed, or upset
Or simply want to try and forget,
I grab a good book and go and lie down
And fervently pray for a little less sound.


But as soon as I lose myself to suspense
And dream of a book release three months hence
There comes a shrill voice screaming my name,
"Aboli..." as always, and still the same.


The whole world seems to hate us whenever we read
Parents specially treat it like some awful deed
And all us poor book- lovers have to face
An unfair prejudice that grows with the days.


Just cos you parents never find the time
Doesn't mean you should yell with no reason or rhyme.
Can't help if we're in love with Edward or Jake
Oh, and Harry's just icing on top of the cake.


But now, the thing that almost makes me cry,
My dad laughs,"No books now! My pocket's dry!"
I can see on his face that he's really joking,
But he doesn't care even if I'm moping.


And the worst part is, we can only plead,
Please, please, please, please let us read!

As a supplement to the previous post, in which I discussed myself through the form of a poem, I would like to talk about the word 'me'. Here goes...

I'm me. Me. MEEE. I look at myself as me. And I see you as you. So basically, I'm me and you're you. Now if you were me, and I was you, then you would be me and I would be you. So there would be another me in me. And there would be another you in you. And the new me in me wouldn't be me. So, naturally, the new you in you wouldn't be you, because you're in me. And you could make me do stuff that I wouldn't usually do. In the same way, I could make you do stuff that you wouldn't do if you were you, because I would be you. And this makes sense. If you read it again and again, and TRY to understand it, it will.

A poem about me

To prove just how egoistic I am, I've written a poem about me. Quite mushy, and very deep. I like it.

ME

My name is Aboli

I know I'm unique

I don't really care

If you think I'm a freak.

I know I'm not perfect

And never will be

I have imperfections

That everyone can see.

I will always be pulled down

And misunderstood.

No one sees the real reason,

For bad or for good.

But out of it all

Through the tears and the pain

Through self-doubt and letdowns

I will rise again.

Because I am strong

And I know who I am

No matter what they say

I know that I can.

I admit that I'm vain

And a big egoist

These faults are on top of

A very big list.

But I have a great group

Of friends that I love

We share almost everything

From secrets to hugs.

And kudos to my parents

They've had a tough time

And I know they'll be with me

Till the last bells chime.

All these people do tell me

About all my wrongs

So I can correct them

Before the time's gone.

I want to be a strong woman

In a powerful position

My dreams touch the sky

I have endless ambition.

My future, I hope

Will be dazzling and bright

For if now is the dawn

There will soon be light.

My name is Aboli

I'm as happy as can be

'Cos I'm proud to say,

That I'm uniquely me!

Hi everyone! Sorry for the long break in posts, our internet wasn't working, and so, I'm going to post enough for the last three months.