Monday, 14 August 2017

The Best Boy

Appa came home when he was a forty day old ball of love and shit. I had never had a real responsibility before, now I was responsible for his life: a love story. It was going to be harder than I thought but definitely worth it. Because when someone trusts you on that level, you want to live up to it. You want to deserve that love; maybe you never can, but at least you try.

As Appa spends his final days by my side, maybe the only thing that gives me hope is how happy he's going to be with his new family. They have kids and dogs and Appa's so brave and loving he'll love anyone who loves him back. I just hope he's happy. 

Sunday, 30 July 2017

20 Day Challenge

Alright so in less than three weeks I'll be leaving for college so I thought this is my final chance to complete some things that have been on my bucket list for a long time. I'm gonna call it my 20 Day Challenge™wherein I'll set goals to be achieved by the end of the 20 days as well as certain daily goals. I will try to post daily about the stuff I did (not that my nonexistent viewers care) and if things are going according to plan.

This meta post will tell you/me about these long term goals:

#1: GETTING TONED. I'm not skinny but not fat either; my body is just awfully untoned and flabby in certain places. I'm gonna gym daily, eat healthy food and do my own personal workout apart from the gymming so that I at least get on the track to achieving my fitness goals.

#2: READING. I hate to read any books that are not prescribed on the syllabus. In college, I am sure there will be a lot of classes where I'll be required to read a lot and I won't be able to cope unless I get into the habit of reading fast right now.

#3: TYPING. All my homework and most assignments will involve me typing on my laptop. So a very wise move (thank you, thank you) would be to learn how to type fast without making mistakes and without looking at the keyboard. You know, big boy style.

#4: GET RID OF MY MOTHERFUCKING ACNE/PIMPLES/DAAG DHABBE IN GENERAL. Holy shit I'm really just tired of spots on my pretty (oily) face. Can puberty please just call it quits? Thank you? I don't know what I can really do but I think seeing a good dermatologist would be a great start. The problem is my mom, being a doctor herself, will not take my seeing one of her colleagues--and not her--too kindly. But oh well :/

If there is time left, I'll brush up on my single variable calculus and improve the level of my Russian skills, which at are limited to knowing its alphabet.

It's 1:25 am right now so I think I'll call it a night and hopefully start my Twenty Day Challenge™ successfully tomorrow.