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[ladymirth]

Hello, everybody! Surprise, it’s me.

No I am NOT dead , obviously – yet. I’m just completely caught up in RL. My life is beyond crazy right now, the studying thing has set in on the A/L class of 2006, among whose number is yours truly. As such, I WILL get around to replying to all the howdies and how-you-doings from you wonderful folk that my inbox is overflowing with, some time not too far into the future. Hopefully.

Meantime, I just want you all to know that I love you all, and will be amongst you ASA I stop feeling like I’m living my life in an episode of Charmed. You know, fighting evil forces (my teachers who are all out to fail me), balancing demanding bosses, (my school committees who won’t let me go until I can work up the spine to give them a solid kick in the ass), manouvering around a non-existent love life (Mr. Inactive E-Mail Account STILL hasn’t mailed me. I shall meet him at the party tomorrow and shall float in looking gorgeous, devastate everybody within the proverbial five-mile vicinity and cold-shoulder him so bad he won’t get himself thawed out until next year), babysitting (the downside of having an eight year old hyperactive pickpocket in the house, who my parents insist is my biological brother), and settling the ever-present sibling issues and angst fests in betimes (always unsuccessfully. If my sister and I have to live under the same roof for very much longer, somebody’s gonna get blown up, supernatural powers or no). And it’s quite useless even starting on my parents, because I shall have to write a book about them if I do, and I shall have to get it published besides but I shall fail my A/L s in the process and have to live off the royalties of the book and get filthy rich even after my parents have kicked me out of the house for all the stuff I’ve written about them and for being a disgrace to the family which would be fine because I’m just gonna go and get a navel ring and my hair dyed pink and prove to my Mom that she CANNOT run my life especially now that I don’t need their financial assistance and that I am gonna go to hell in my own way but the shock would probably kill her and everybody would blame me as usual and holy god, I am babbling.

 

Well, anyway, I miss all of you! Especially Paro. And Holly. And Sanjana. And Patty and Leila and Dasha and that little whipper-snapper who keeps masquerading as a fourteen year old and everybody else! Wish me luck, to survive this week, ‘cos I’m gonna need it!

 

P.S: How did the Watalappan turn out, Princess?

 

Comments

[queenofhearts17.livejournal.com]

o_O ... oi vay, you certainly have a lot on your hands, hm? Ah well. *huggles* To make you feel better, although I don't know how well my hugs actually work. :D

I miss you too! And this weekend is so hectic that I am positive I am about to scream and throw things about my room because I have so much work to do. How is it that I've been working my backside off this whole week off from school and I still haven't managed to finish any work? *glares at stacks of papers spread around bed* Do you know what? I think I know what you mean when you say you're living an episode of Charmed ... I'm right there with you! *exasperated sigh*

Watalappan hasn't had a chance to be made yet. Mum looked at the recipe, then looked at me, at the recipe and then at me again and burst out laughing. I was highly offended when she said she didn't trust my cooking skills, and that I should try it out on the 3 of them first, and if it works well enough, I can make it on Eid. *shrugs* Eid is either on Wednesday or Thursday, so I can experiment tomorrow with it. I'm just rather affronted that Mum doesn't trust me. *pout* Just a query - the recipe you gave me was for 8 people, so if I'm making it for about 16 I would just need to double the quantities of everything I put in, right?

*love & huggles*

[ladymirth.livejournal.com]

Of course hon. The hitch in making this for 16 people lies not in the quantity of ingredients, but in how in hell are you gonna find that big a mixing bowl.
Oh, well, that's what Mums do. Distrust their offspring's cooking skills. We lived without a maid for an entire year when Mum was doing her post-graduate and I was the one who kept the entire family fed during that time, but Ammi STILL gives me this sceptical look when I offer to make dinner. I think she's jealous. Still, I suppose it's a bit weird for a person to accept that the kid you've been feeding for half your life may actually be able to do it on her own now. Severe separation anxiety issues, I sense, a decade and half after we are out of our diapers.
I was talking about my Mum, though. Yours, I think, is just trying to be cautious. Otherwise, you might end up like Bridget Jones.
Another Charmed One, eh? Welcome to the coven sistah!

[queenofhearts17.livejournal.com]

*hehe* Big mixing bowls are not a problem, sweetheart - considering we have Eid parties where at least 50 people are in the house at one time, we have enormous mixing bowls! :D

Either Mum's trying to be cautious ... or she just doesn't like me. I'm willing to bet on the latter; she tells me everyday that she doesn't love me. *sniffle* It kinda stemmed from the time when we were clearing out my room so that it could be redecorated, and she got really annoyed because I insisted on keeping my bookshelf in my room as opposed to her idea of moving it down to the study. I'm very attached to my books. We exchanged a couple of choice words and I came to the conclusion that my mother doesn't love me anymore. *dramatic sigh*

*giggles* Good point - Mum's do get extremely jealous when their family starts to like eating food made by someone other than them. *sniggers at mental image of look on Mum's face* It would definitely be a sight to behold.

I'd rather not end up like Bridget Jones and her blue soup incident, thanks. I think I might take Mum's advice and hold back on the enthusiasm to cook. ><

*whoot* Charmed so rules ... not that I watch it, but I've heard some pretty good things about it.

[queenofhearts17.livejournal.com]

If needs be, I can attack Mr Inactive Email Account if you want :P

[entirelytoo.livejournal.com]

Hello! Name's Holly.

I really hate to intrude and all, but it's killing me, I have to know.

What in the world is Watalappan?

Besides an extraordinarily entertaining word to say, that is.

[queenofhearts17.livejournal.com]

Hey Holly, I'm Paras (also known as Paro).

*hehe* No worries about intruding; burning questions always come first for me :D Watalappan (and I'm sure Hasini will be able to tell you in more detail) is a Sri Lankan Muslim dessert. I haven't tried the recipe yet, but it sounds absolutely fabulous - I don't know exactly what it is as of yet, but I'm sure I'll find out once I make it.

It is quite an interesting word; I have no idea if I'm pronouncing it right, but every time I say it my sister bursts out into a fit of giggles. :P

[queenofhearts17.livejournal.com]

I absolutely love your icon, by the way XD

[entirelytoo.livejournal.com]

Haha, thanks! I'm a bit obsessed with llamas. Probably unhealthy and all that, but I don't really care.

And YOU'RE icon says it all doesn't it? *sigh* Sometimes I hate being a hopeless romantic.

A Muslim dessert, huh? Well any dessert's a good dessert I say. Bet it's hard to make, though. I'm baking cookies at the moment, actually. They're the square kind that you just break off and stick in the oven.

I still managed to mess them up though. Accidentally put them in the oven that wasn't on for a bit. Couldn't figure out why they weren't cooking. The lack of heat could've been an indication, but who says I ever see the obvious?

Anywho, it's nice to meet you, you're royalness! I would like very much to keep my head, thank you. But if you ever do decide to behead me, I'll thank you to write me a very complimentary eulogy. :)

[queenofhearts17.livejournal.com]

Obssession with llamas ... I envy you. You're obssessed with something interesting; the only things I'm obssessed with are HP (never unwelcome :D) and coffee. An sort of obssession is unhealthy, but I say pish posh to everyone, we can be obssessed if we want! *crowd cheers*

*sigh* Agreed - being a hopeless romantic often means that you're scarily picky about everything. Well, it does in my case, anyway. And you become rather obssessed with wanting a love story like Lily and James. *sigh* It's hard work, being a hopeless romantic.

Cookies!!! Sorry, momentarily transported back to second year there. I love cookies. :D Have fun making them, and eat a couple on my behalf, too. Just the word "dessert" tends to make my mouth water - I love food of any sort. I wonder how I'll survive at university next year.

*giggles* You can't see the obvious either? You and I have a lot in common! Just the other day, I was searching frantically for my glasses, only to have Mum point out that I was wearing them. *oi vay*

It's lovely to meet you too - would you mind terribly if I friended you? I promise not to behead you. :D But your request for a complimentary eulogy has been processed and archived should the need to write one ever arise. :P

[entirelytoo.livejournal.com]

Haha, YAY A FRIEND!!! I love friends. They're my favorites. Surely and I don't mind, I was just about to ask you the same thing. :)

You're going to college next year too? AH! Me too! I have serious doubts as to whether I will survive or not. Cooking is not my forte, and if I go without some kind of dessert for too long, I get rather--irritable shall we say. Kind of like a rabid animal, frothing at the mouth and everything. *nods matter-of-factly*

And HP obsessions are not unhealthy. No siree. Not even when you're absolutely convinced you'll marry one of the characters (even dead ones), and you firmly believe you'll be able to imitate one of those terribly cliche fanfics in which the author gets sucked into her HP book and falls in love with one of the characters and lives happily ever after. And not even when you're trying desperately to convince your parents to allow you to fly to Scotland and traipse around the country in an attempt to find Hogwarts so you can help save the world and fly around on broomsticks. *sigh* The hopeless bit of the hopeless romantic is the key word there.

Hijacking Hasini's journal is fun :)

[queenofhearts17.livejournal.com]

YAY! Friends! *grabs Holly's hands & dances round in circles* Friends are so much fun! :D I'm off to friend you after this post.

College/university = very scary = Paras cowering underneath covers in an attempt not to go. Mum's trying to teach me to cook; the key word there being "trying". It's not met any success as of yet because I keep setting the stove on fire. I think it may have something to do with the fact that whenever I turn the gas on and it ignites, I jump and my hand (accidently, of course) hits the gauge and the flame suddenly gets bigger and I start screaming for a fire extinguisher. Rabid animal, eh? *nods understandingly* I know exactly what you mean.

*dramatic sigh* You took the words right out of my mouth, there. I keep insisting that one day I'll wake up and find that Harry Potter actually does exist and that Harry has fallen hopelessly in love with me and we live happily ever after. Those are the best day dreams to fall into, especially when your History teacher is spouting random facts which you'll never need in your life. See, we live about 2hours from the Scottish-English border but my sister and my Mum have a personal vendetta against Harry Potter - they think it's corrupted me. Just because I have come to eat, sleep and breathe HP, does not mean that it's evil, right? We also live about an hour from the castle they film Philosopher's Stone, but we still haven't been there, despite my desperate pleas because, as mentioned before, my sister and Mum just don't understand. *sigh* You know you're obssessed with HP when you're trying to convince your parents that a snowy owl just like Hedwig is a great birthday present. Oh, and when you decide that going to see GoF is the best birthday present ever because it releases the day after your birthday. Mum isn't impressed at all. ><

*evil laughter* Indeed ... I sincerely hope she doesn't decide to kill us for this. *cowers behind chair*

[entirelytoo.livejournal.com]

...Oh...My...Wise...Merlin...!!!!!!!!!!!!


YOU LIVE IN ENGLAND AND YOU'RE CLOSE TO SCOTLAND AND YOU'RE NEAR THE CASTLE WHERE THEY FILM HP AND YOU LIVE AROUND GUYS WITH SEXY ACCENTS AND I'M JEALOUS!!!

*breathes heavily* You stole my fantasy life, you did! Haha, no I'm kidding. A bit. I'm obsessed with England and all that as well. Probably stemmed from my obsession with HP. But seriously...I don't think I'd be able to take it if I were you. I'd be out the door with a backpack and an endless supply of peanut butter crackers in two seconds flat so's I could go search for the wizarding world. Plus you have more of a chance that your Hogwarts letter never came because you're destined to help Harry save the world and they're protecting you until that time comes (yet another scenario my deranged mind came up with as to the absence of my Hogwarts letter) because you're actually British. American people don't get to go to Hogwarts. *sulks* Though I have a very convincing British accent I picked up from all those movies I watch with them (Squees when thinks about Love Actually), if I do say so myself. So maybe I could impersonate a British person and no one would ever know the difference. *begins plotting her evil scheme*

You'd really never guess I was eighteen.

Speaking of eighteen, I'm guessing that's what you'll be turning in November? Ah! GoF! A day after your birthday! Talk about an amazing birthday present! I don't see how your parents don't see this. It's quite the obvious fact if you ask me.

Oh and college...I'm terrified out of my mind. I've just applied Early Decision and I get the answer back in December *cowers in corner armed with crowbar ready to fight off mail man*

Hmm, maybe the crowbar will also protect us from Hasini's might rage when her inbox is filled with fifty million comments on her LJ that aren't sympathizing with her predicament. Speaking of which, when you read this Hasini, we really do sympathize. I really am terribly sorry. So is Paras. We love you. Muchly. Please don't hurt us. :)

[queenofhearts17.livejournal.com]

Indeedy, I live in England. You could impersonate a British person and come live with me - then we could wait for our Hogwarts letters together, but know that they're actually not coming because we're going to help Harry save the world, so we'll actually be waiting for Harry to come and ring the doorbell and say, "Hello, come help me save the world." Then I would die from over-swooning. So you would have to revive me (all the while speaking in your British accent - I love the British accent) and then we could run away with Harry to save the world from evil Voldemort. Of course, I'd have to explain to my parents where I know you from because they don't actually know that I have an LJ, which may result in some extreme confusion on my parents' behalf. Ah well.

See, I've lived here for the past 5 years of my life, so I'm pretty much used to the atmosphere. You, however, need to come and fulfill your fantasy - I'll come backpacking with you and, in the event that Harry doesn't come ringing my doorbell asking for 2 beautiful helpers to save the world, we can go search for him. *pulls on backpack & grabs coffee flask* Well, come on, then! XD

You're 18 too? Yay! Dad's pretty much alright with my obssession - just as long as it doesn't get to the point where I'm yelling, "That's not canon, you fools!" at the tv screen when watching an interview/HP movie/HP documentary/etc. Mind you, it's already gone past that point, so I don't think he really cares. I think he quite enjoyed the first film, myself. Mum on the other hand ... well, she hates it, to be frank. She tends to go red in the face whenever I start quoting the book, or when I say the dialogues along with the actors when watching the movies; and my sister just gives me that look that says, "You are so sad." She's 15. Not that I care, really. I mean, nothing's going to get me out of this obssession, so they should really just stop trying. But I'm still going to see GoF!!! *jumps up & down* I'm so excited!!! Wanna come?

What subjects have you applied for? I've applied for Law, and I'm waiting anxiously for a letter from Oxford University. *bites fingernails* I should be getting some notification of whether I've been accepted for an interview or rejected in the next 2 or 3 weeks. Good luck to you! *runs into corner & cowers with Holly, armed with plastic sword to brandish at mailman*

We looooooooooooove you, Her Highness Hasini, and we promise we are very sorry for hijacking your comment. But it is oh-so-much fun! :P And of course we sympathise with you - I'm still offering to attack Mr Inactive Email Account for you; and you must look stunning when you see him. Of course, I'm sure you look stunning anyway but you must make him drop at your feet. Tis the best way to get a guy at your mercy. :D Please don't hurt us >< *feebly brandishes plastic sword*

[entirelytoo.livejournal.com]

Do I wan--Do I want to-- Do I want to COME!!!

Um, like, YA! We can go and we can dress up! *squeals* That way, when Harry comes looking for us at the theater, he'll know who we are because he'll know that we're so obsessed with HP because we're actually witches who are being protected until he comes and gets us!

!!!!! !!!!!


!!!

It'll be grand. We'll have all these near-death experiences and the fanfiction writers will go NUTS with jealousy at their plot happening to someone else!

However, I'm afraid you will be the one having to revive me from the swooningness, as there is no possible way I will stay conscious when that happens. Or, better yet, HARRY will revive us from our swooningness, and then we'll swoon AGAIN when we realize he revived us. And it'll be grand!

As for your parents and the non-knowledge of the LJ, I'm in the same boat. They're usually very laid back, but they're both a little paranoid about the whole internet deal. Stalkers and whatnot. Besides that, I don't want them leaning over my shoulder all the time going, who's that? What're you writing about? Is this going to infect your computer with viruses? Is that a STALKER!?

But, I have a plan. We'll tell them I'm a long lost cousing from Lichtenstein who's on the run from the Lichtenstinian police because there was a 'misunderstanding' and the police are corrupt and out to get me because I have the secret recipe to a mind-reading formula that they want so they can read the mind of the king of their arch nemesis Kilkapatera and then paint themselves blue like the Celts did and go attack them.

Sorry...bout of weirdness there. I'm recovered, no fear.

As for these subjects I've applied for? Um...what? I'm thinking ya'll do it differently across the seas or something. We just apply to a university we want to go to, and then we choose a Major from there, and take courses on that particular subject. If we get in. Like I'm leaning towards either English or Biology, but mainly English. I've decided I probably want to do something to do with writing in the future, so I figure majoring in English is a good start. From there I could go on to Journalism school or something, though I'm not sure I would want to be a reporter. Maybe a magazine? Editor or something? The best ever would be working for National Geographic. They pay me to go travel the world and write about it along the way. How amazingly wonderful would that be?

But the ideal thing to happen would be me having this miraculous epiphany on a train (though I've never been on a train, nor do I think their is one within a hundred mile radius of me, but work with me here alright?) concerning an amazing book idea, write it for the next couple of years, and then get richer than the Queen of England after it's published.

You're interested in Law? That's cool. My dad was a lawyer. Problem with me for that one is I'm incredibly unorganized. Don't think it'd work out too well. And Oxford!? That's so cool! I'd love to go there, but that's entirely too far away from home for me. I'm a bit of a homebody, I'd die of homesickness even though I'd be surrounded by sexy British-speaking boys and such. Plus I wouldn't make it in. And omg, it's three or four weeks for me before I get the dreaded letter. Eep!

Yes Hasini, we are very sorry. We just can't help ourselves. And Mr. Inactive Email Account will beg for mercy before we're finished with him. He'll already be a heap of gelatinous nothingness when he spies you in your stunningness, and then when we have at him, he'll just shrivel up and blow away into the cosmic vortex of doom.

Bit creepy, that was...

[ladymirth.livejournal.com]

Hello, little goosey! It's pronounced What(preferably withut the H) - a (as in describing the singular)- la(a note to follow So)- p- pun ( You know, as in pun. Like a pun on a name). What-a-la-ppun.
And if you scroll down an entry, you can find out what it is.

[redhead10.livejournal.com]

"that little whipper-snapper who keeps masquerading as a fourteen year old"

...is that me?

I have a name, you know. *pouts* (Kidding, it's fine... whipper-snapper is a rather cool word, though I really have no idea what it's supposed to mean...). It's Miriam. Actually I don't know if I've ever told you my name. Weird, no?

[ladymirth.livejournal.com]

Actually, you never did, so that makes you a double whipper-snapper. Ha!
*Hugs*
You don't mind me calling you that, do you? You see, I only insult when I'm feeling affectionate.

[redhead10.livejournal.com]

Whipper-snapper is an AMAZING nicknameish thing. I LOVE it. Of course you can call me it! Though I still have no idea what it means, that's ok!!!

[ladymirth.livejournal.com]

Well, nether do I. You just have to ask Captain Haddock. He keeps caling Tintin that.

[entirelytoo.livejournal.com]

MmmmmHmmmmmm, guurrrrrrrlllll I know what you're sayin'! *snap snap snap*

*...one last feeble snap*

Ehem. Well then...AH! YOU POSTED!! *spazzes*

Anywho, so sorry to hear about the ginormous piles of work and such. It so happens I just got over a bout of that very same affliction, and I must say it is an incredible relief. So good luck, and no matter what the various pens, pencils, random sets of instructions for whatever you're doing at the time, and notes on obscure things that you will never ever truly have to know or use after the test are saying: no, it is not the apocolypse and you are not stuck in a neverending cosmic vortex of work and stress and annoying voices and messy hair from hell.

Oh, and YOU GO GIRL! Give him the freezing shoulder made of dry ice. He deserves it, the jackass. And meanwhile, maybe in your gorgeousness, you'll attract some other wonderful specimen of the male species who will actually be a decent human being and non-existant e-mail guy will stand in the corner and boil incessantly in jealousy.

I MISS YOU TOO HAPPY LADY!!!

Please do return to the land of the terminally insane disclaimers of reality ASAP. It's lonely here without your bounds of infinite wisdom, you know?