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Cutting Hair : its not my profession

If u plp ever pass by in ma home town, u can see cute lil girl with a cute hair style ….their gorgeous hairstyle is ma boon definitely…..lol i’m kidding…but one things is for sure you plp gonna wonder about all kids in ma colony having hair style alike…whatever!!...couple of month back I was so fascinated in hair-cutting that I thought if ever ma field of study cooked me up I’m goona take this hair cutting professionally…lol…. thanks to ma aunt I’m somehow qualify in hair cutting only some choosen style and I’m fulfilling ma long for cutting hair by taking chance in kid, ma cousin and whoever comes under ma plp circle and it has somehow turn to be good….so u can see beautiful plp over here with ma touch of flavor in their hair….eheheee

I don’t like praising myself which I always do *grin*…lets not praise ma true self. Actually I’m not in mood to take all the compliments which I depict above. May be, now I can remove things like hair cutting from ma list of favorite coz I feel like never cutting anyone hair and ma wish to take hair cut as a profession in ma older ages if ever I cross 40, has to be cancel.

Today I did very bad things…*sob* and it was not intentional I promise….i was supposed to cut ma friend cousin hair just a simple long sagy….i don’t like to cut beautiful Chinese type of hair I mean straight and too much silky which u can’t even hold properly how could one cut it ……..i was trying to denied but couldn’t say no coz everyone (ma friends) were and she need her hair cut for some function. Ma friend just shower plaudit in ma favor at the rt time so she ‘may I say the victim’ decided to get cut her hair from me. But I was seriously not hunting any innocent plp to be imprisoned in ma careless deed just to perform ma hobby …. I was simply saying no but after some sorts of conversation finally agree…at first It was going perfectly and at the midst I was so into the conversation, we’re this gang of girl portraying our event and some sorts of discussion and there I was narrating one funny moment which some of them missed in real so I was just defining how funny n amazing that incident was….i was so stupid to be so careless talkative girl…at the end long sagy happen to be sort sagy coz I took a wrong move in some portion of back hair and while making it right it had to became sorty sagy …….oh that’s was so nasty i regret I regret.

She was so upset and I guess she’s still…. but let me say one imp thing, she look damn gorgeous with sort sagy, every one of us were trying to say how perfectly that cut suit her and we mean our word. I apologize heartily but she seems badly disappoint with me, I know its her right to be angry after all no one would take chance with their hair especially girl…. I know what I did is totally disgusting; at the very moment I just wish to get some massage formula so that I can turn her hair long within a month. I think ma bad times are starting to count n don’t know how many birthday celebration it will do in ma life from now. I desperately have to wait for her hair to grow fast as magic never seems to happen…L

I understand her trauma for her hair but what confusing is….she look the mirror and she smile n was happy for a while as that cut suit her and explore her beautiful hair flawlessly but somehow the important reason for her to be so unhappy was her boyfriend love for her hair. Now this is what I call blind-conditional love ….. .not following what mirror explore or shows but persuading what your love wanna see…phew!!. What the hell her boyfriend has to do with her hair…..huh….
If bald look is what I like, I wonder if anyone could make a bald look for me or do I need to search bald boy n also make sure that there’s no root of hair in his skull so that hair never grow out, and if ever he thinks of planting hair (if its possible) than definitely ma love has to go down n down…I guess this is what she was revealing abt her love life or may be abt her love. This is something which I can’t understand, you must be saying why one can’t even sacrifice hair style for the love of their life,… c’mon there’re loads more thing to sacrifice in love I guess, why they are after a life of hair, let it be free, leave it in the way it looks good not in the way other wanna feel it good.

Gosh I’m again out of the topic. Here I’m only supposed to regret and apologize for nonsense deed I performed, (disregarding the fact how gorgeous she look in her short sagy) not makes other regret for their love.

Don’t get me wrong here, i don’t take chance on other hair or something like that but unfortunately this time it happens…sigh…I feel sorry heartily!!!

Song: Bad Day
By Daniel Powter

Where is the moment when we need it the most
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
They tell me your blue sky’s faded to grey
They tell me your passion’s gone away
And I don’t need no carrying on
Stand in the line just ahead of the law
You are faking a smile with coffee you go
You tell me your life’s been way off line
You are falling to pieces every time
And I don’t need no carrying on

Coz you had a bad day
You’re taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don’t know
You tell me don’t lie
You work at smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don’t lie
You are coming back down and you really don’t mind
You had a bad day
You had a bad day

Well you need a blue sky holideay
The point is they laugh at what you say
And I don’t need no carrying on

Sometimes the system goes on the blink
And the whole thing it turns out wrong
You might not make it back and you know
That you could be well oh that strong
Well I’m no wrong
So where is the passion when you need it the most
Oh you and I
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost.

Coz you had a bad day
You’re taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around

Bad day...... Bad day........May be I had a bad day

Silly excuses

Feels like it’s been era long that I haven’t done blog – hopping and publish new post in ma blog-home.

“May be”.....b’coz
I was so upset with Germany player that I couldn’t show ma face in any world....Sigh I hooted for u loads midnight infront of TV. Screen, I’m gonna have throat problem for sure in near future…*sob*…ballack u disappointme..I went against blue and hoot for u an at the end got the trauma of bet...its so not happening u plp instead of raising your temper on co-player would better have your mind on target. Bastian only coz of you I had to hide myself and podolski I was so in love with u *blush* now who gonna pay for that love, that punishment I get for getting up so late in the morning , for screaming in the midnight.....huh
There was time when argentians long hair fascinates and Italy blue outfit distract me but I still stand by u. how could this happen the one whom I hooted for looses before the final felt pity for myself as I had to hide from ma opposite hooter...*sob*..
I have so much of frustration with the ma players whom I support be it England or Brazil or France
And mind u Mr. italy 12 years tag will not always save u so be prepared for next game.....
No more soccer maniac and no more bet for me now....sigh



May be....b’coz
I want to get rid from road be it of any world.....
Well, virtual road has nothing to do with this as I have wings to fly in ma blogsphere. But sigh I can’t fly in real world na I have to drive by ma own....there’s nothing hard in driving I love to drive any time (i doubt in this)what is onerous is to heal the road rulers.
I have this big wish which I wanna see coming true...i wanna see each and every truck driver in prison…seriously!...i mean it...each and every morning along with lunch they should get tight slap they definitely need to pay for their cruel ride.
And what to say about these rough bikers, they try to accomplish their silly dream of decorating their show off image with silly action where they perceive each n every road as a stadium for a running competition. I doubt they hadn’t taken part in any sport competition while in school may be they’re not capable of n as now they are fulfilling their thrust....they need lesson on how to grow up along with age, stupid people ruling the road innocent plp became refugee. I desperately feel like riding bike over them no matter what the result will be atleast I can save some plp life which they would ruin some day through their showy-cruel-rough-jerky-so called style of riding. Whenever I see such a road-rulers who come in competition with each n every possible adjacent bikers a devil soul rest on me may be some other day I find myself in the dark room so called prison….sigh I’m scared now.




May be........b’coz
I was so busy in portraying myself as one of the finest cook in every kitchen (kitchen falls under all ma nearest dearest plp)
Once me and my dad challenged mom on cooking chukauni (Nepali dish), unfortunately we failed afterall winning with mom that also in cooking.....Tough job….. pleasure to mention ma dad has magic in hand he just has to be in kitchen for some time then comes the delicious dishes and mom ‘she just has perfect receipe for each and every possible cuisine...well but anyway mez the greatest lol jokes apart. That very day when we loose in bet with mom I started ma secret yet very revealing mission and the mission is still running. I find myself busy in this so always late blogging lolzzz...i should have done hotel management why the hell I’m suppose to manage natural resources...huh
I need to do something with ma pampering frenz….i’m thinking what would be a good reaction for their silly action like not showering any plaudit for ma cooking
Me – hmmm ...u eating....u bring that dish from kitchen slab right?
Fren – yeah its for me only haha and I’m upto second plate now
Me – so its delicious....u like them tell tell...*posing in a pride*
Fren – yummy as usual I always like food made by aunt...
Me – stupid!! I made them *making collar*... can’t u recognize from the delicious taste
Fren –hmmm...no doubt u made this that’s why I feel like something lacking so the second plate is just to find wat is lacking actually…I really need some delicious food after having this.....
(and many more such type of silly sentence)
Me – brain thunder with anger

Mission also involves a warning slap to those who don’t even know how to praise after eating someone’s made cuisine with so much of hardship I hate too much pamper when things come to ma cooking...I always tell them “I will slap u” but haven’t slap lol....i think I should start slapping so that I can do good judgment to ma cooking *devilish laugh*

Aggressive Emotions: First Enemy

Can we have direct access to our emotional reaction whenever we want! Can we rule over our emotions in our own way? Well, for some it’s definitely yes and for other it’s the onerous task. Our aggressive emotions…our anger, our frustration, our high temper, our depression, our evil thoughts…...blah…blah…blah…we don’t have to see around for our enemy we will get enough if we peered in our soul…..these emotions are the one who revealed our character always attaching with u as in our last n the first foe. There are many brave plp who have the guts to face and decently kill or control such emotions; they always deserve the plaudit throughout their life. But some plp doesn’t have right command over it and blurt out doing something very unpleasant.

I just can’t rule over ma emotions in ma own way. Over dozes of sensitiveness is all what I have. It harms all the while but doesn’t matter I can live with this true decent feeling but reaction that comes from evil emotions…huh I just wish to have access on it how to take n how to throw…

I don’t know wat plp usually do to heal the anger….some of them use silent treatment I guess…but wat I do is purely troublesome I end up getting more trouble……..
During ma childhood I have the magic of getting whatever I want from ma dad….i end up eating nothing for some while atleast and boom boomboom I get whatever possible I asked for…*grin*…as the time pass I begun using those starving technique while I’m angry at someone……I tell u its harsh, I don’t get much attention from mom during day time what I eat and what I don’t only get caught at night but being such a foodie its so panic to lie to ma own food sometimes I end up starving but wat to do anger bites hunger. I really wish to have those angry icons while I’m fasting……..hehe…

If I have to take out ma frustration over the course books then what ma senseless attitude coerce me to do is simply mess up the books rack…I throw all the books all over the room hether, thether ….everywhere….i know its disgusting…..but…..
After sometime when ma temper comes down to normal zone accomplishing such a meaningless deeds…then I have to put all the books in their rt place, poor me no one help me to manage those books…mess up n neat up…*sigh*….I find myself silly doing so but as we all know anger has no boundaries….its tough job to manage all those mess up things.…in our culture we worship books it’s a symbol of Goddess Saraswoti in a way I’m disregarding ma belief ma prayer through such activities the true realization of humiliation comes there …..however now-a-days bad side of mine is lil bit improving…I barely use book as the victim of ma anger, ma frustration not even If ma score get decreased dealing with wrong author’s book..........

Apart from venting anger to books, ma technique of healing the aggressive emotions is just flung shut the door every time I get scowl, I’m afraid I might end up cracking ma door real soon if it’s not strong enough. I throw ma pillow as if it’s the biggest enemy of ma life…..and completely mess up ma room…sometimes I have to mop some portion of wall as I throw liquid stuff like water-color on it with fury and whatever I do at the end I find myself correcting ma senseless conduct. More than work pressure, like cleaning the room positioning rt things at rt place, it’s a waste of time…can’t I have something normal to heal ma fury which doesn’t harm any non living being as well as living being like me.

Besides throwing whatever I want, yelling without commas and full stop, unreasonable frowning, what I can do is daydreaming of hanging strange enemy on the ceiling and gives them 1 to 3 continuous slaps. Daydreaming comes here coz I can never do such things in real not even I get the spiritual power so I’m quenched with daydreaming.

WHY!!!!!!!








Why cloud viel the sky
why sun blaze the ground
why moon shows the symbolic of lonliness
why star get disappear in the presence of sun
why windy air distract the pattern of rain drop

why not yesterdat is always
why there is body part like heart filled with emotions
why not happiness is forever
why there is things like future
why can't we borrow the brain from market

why there's word like "b'coz"
why this..................
why that......................
why blah blah blah blah.....

why i'm sounding such a stupid !!!!















*sob* i wish i could get a supernatural power so that i can do watever i want in one flick........but..hareyyy!!... why there is a word like *but* evil evil...
okie lets come to the point...actually its been 3 days since i'm far from ma home for some stupid work with ma frens....so its been three days i haven't hug ma dad...i haven't get kiss from ma mom along with those non-stop lecture on do's and don't....its been ages i haven't prattled on uncessary topic......i miss fighting with plp in ma colony afterall its hard to get rid from bad habbit...how i miss yelling at somebody for unknown reason be it cat or a men......i miss ma various fighting sword i haven't use it since ages coz i'm behaving very formally n normally its not ma place so i have to behave like a good gal and concentrate on ma assignment..*sigh*......

Gosh i'm feeling so bore!!!!!

wish u all are not feeling same like me......

TRAUMA OF LOVE

(I strongly apologize if any of the below sentence hurt your emotions though It’s not the intention of this post…..and I never ever wish to hurt anyone of u)

Have you ever realized how awful it is to let go of a person you love, it’s even worse when things are not in your hand, just the wet-eye-ball gaze the situation been dumb.

Yeah…!!!! I have felt these emotions……….in her drench eyes, in her burden word, in her gloomy face, in her sealed lip, in her dejected thoughts, in her sighing breath. She is ma close friend. Love is said to be the sunlight which derive morning in our life but her love happens to be the windy air that blown away her smile.
I had never felt such broken emotions before this trauma smack in ma close friend’s heart. She thinks that I don’t understand these sorts of things. May be I don’t understand.........I don’t understand why she coops herself up inside the bedroom, why she refuses to talk, why crying like she never cried before, why hating her own life disregarding the fact how much every one of us love and pray for her happy-life……

Though it’s hard she needs to follow the healing process. Sometimes we need to understand, we just failed no matter how hard we try. Things just happen without any reason. Sooner or later she has to accept her ended relations, why blaming herself or someone else for the fallout. As the relationship is over no amount of blame or finger pointing would make her feel better. Its just all about playing with situation, I’m force to say these things though I never mean this……why we blame the situation as if situation is created itself…….why the hell we need to maintain our relations at the time when we should be maintaining the situation with the help of each other.....blaming own fate is not the right way to heal the wound.

Before she live this tragedy part, I used to make fun on those break-up thingy.…Just like I wrote in ma previous post that I broke-up with elephant and now we are patched-up similarly I’m used-to listening the word from every other individual. But now getting those words in her love-life is just enormous shock still hard to believe.

I can’t understand how this happen…first you feel love everywhere, you like everything and anything about your beloved, you confess that you are bless with most wonderful feelings like “LOVE” …..And suddenly everything vanished even your feeling…..seems so easy…..is it ??...if this is the exact life of so called love than let me conclude it as the most faithless, frail n the most insensate relations. You are not worth for love if your feeling can’t be trusted, commitment shouldn’t be their in your life if you don’t even dare to fulfill, if you lack the guts to face the situation than why the hell you utter u in love.

It’s so disheartening, why you give overall priority to that one person and shower with the tag of “special” and when thing fallout who gets hurt is your own people who are with u in each phase of life. It never happens in blood relations….sometimes we fight, sometimes we nag each other, but our love never goes down, it always live within us either in bad phase or in good one…but why it happens in-here.....existence of true love is vulnerable to extinct in this era....

Blood relationship seems stronger than anything else but we give a damn n take it for granted…..run after the fake relations where break-up comes more often than love. I’m not saying only the blood relationship is everything but it’s the one most imp which treasure our life, one should understand. I know there is different way to live different relations but there should be always love and faith forever in each relation….everyone in your life should be special in their own place. What I’m trying to say is though you are facing dreadful situation never ever pull a gap in your other relations in the cost of one relationship …...people close to you always tend to understand you, they always stand by you in each of your difficulties but their only sole wish is your happiness…..we can find glee of life in small small things so do try to clasp them atleast for the sake of your close ones. Your valuable time shouldn’t be counted in a flow of continuous tears for someone who never ever deserves your faithful emotions. I know what I’m saying is seldom possible coz who shower a true love finds hard to forget their love…….as being too much sensitive even I can’t think of healing such trauma easily….but but but one have to……so does she!!!!....she has to overcome that painful phase; I can’t see her living life as if healing it for the heck of it.

She was so happy with her love-life though for me it was not more than listening to some filmy story. Many times we had a cold war for our indifference thoughts, but she always take it as ma immaturity. In a way I was so happy to see her enjoying delighted time but never thought that it would be such a short term thingy….where one finds easiest way to betray. I know she was truly in love….. but everyone can’t be such a pure soul like her….someone are truly jerk, numb-like with no feeling but somehow manage to borrow sentiment so how we wish that could be forever.

How is it possible to have the inconstant feeling which changes with time?.......how many times u fall in love, may be u are in a way to celebrate the silver-jubilee. Today u are in love with dotodot dot…next day with datdatdat…next next and next…..at the end I don’t know what name u prefer but at first you always called it as love…..is it love…. each time you fall and at a second you rise cursing someone’s emotions in your feet?….its nothing mere a senseless feeling of fake person who always pretend to embellish it as love…...

When I fall in love it will be forever no matter how harsh this world would be..... but I can’t disregard the fact that ma weakness is the strongest part of ma life I can’t even think of lagging behind other happiness for ma wishes……so I never ever go beyond the conscience of ma heart intentionally.…and never give anyone to ruin ma emotions as well.….…similarly, in your case you are the only one who knows your limitation, your weakness so if u lack feelings with bravery then plz don’t u ever try to bump into someone’s path and give the dream of beautiful destiny holding her/his hand…..by doing this you are ruining her/his life….so at least for the shake of God be decent towards other’s as well as your feeling. Never play such enormous emotional-sport with someone’s heart so that when you look back, you find nothing more than other’s tears cursing you and I’m sure at the end of a day the guilt of betraying and playing with someone’s emotions would never let you free.