Conversation of the week!

Okay, these're li'l bits of conversation that's been happening over the past week or so, they amuse me, so, I thought I'd share them with y'all.
Okay, this one's something that I've always been wondering about, Shruti, this might hit you.. here goes. when people're together.. they are the Best of friends, closest to eachother in every way possible. They love each other, share EVERYthing with eachother. Yet, when they break up, it's like those friends've become strangers. How can that happen? Was that really love? Or was it all just fake? Shruti, you'd know a lot 'bout this.. Don't you?
-Misbah.
People change, or that's what I've been told. You know, Misbah, it's depressing, let's not go there, please? Just chuck it and don't think about it?
Have you ever wondered if you can touch the sky and time will pass me by?
Misbah, you're umm, talking about the "Thousand Miles" lyrics? I presume, well, that's not it.
Are all of Misbah's "thoughts" about love?
-Sumaya.
Okay, miss know-it-all! I'm sorry for not being as well informed as you.
You're forgiven, wait, was that your attempt at sarcasm?
Misbah, be very careful on this one, or she'll squish you like a fly.
No. Okay, fine, you're smart. I give up, smarter than me, maybe.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Hahahahahaha!! HAHAHAHAHA!
I'm serious, I can tell you the text book, not general stuff.
That's true, she didn't know who Barney was.
No way! C'mon, you can't NOT know Barney, that's like.. not knowing that the world is round! Don't you remember the song.. "I love you, you love me, we're a happy family, with a great big hug and a kiss from me to you, won't you say you love me too?".
Heard of it.
Okay, stay with me here.. Ellen?
WHO?!
I give up. = \
We started with err, "Love" and ended up in Misbah's lack of basic knowledge?! COOL!
Hanging out with y'all is fun! Hahaha!

Yes, Please.. Go Right Ahead!

Do I walk around with a sign on my forehead saying “Hi, I’m Shrutilaya, you can use me and throw me away, I don’t mind”?
I trust TOO easily.
Even if I’ve been hurt by that person before, all he or she has to say is “Sorry”, and there, you’re forgiven. I’ll trust you completely. What is wrong with me?
Why can’t I ever hold a grudge?
Why do I trust people so damn easily?
Why can’t I just say.. “No”?
Maybe I have some genetic disorder, where I have the “Sucker” gene?
Or, maybe, I’m just stupid.
She bitches about me, yet, I’m her friend.
He made a look like an idiot, because of which, there were SO many rumors ‘bout me, YET, I forgave him.
I just trust people too easily, and in the end, I get hurt.
Over and OVER again, it's like the story of my life.
This is the story of a girl, who trusted people and only got hurt, but when she looks so happy on the outside, she's crumbling into bits.
I should stop, for my own good. Shouldn't I? 'Cause in the end, there isn't anyone to stay back with me and help me pick up whatever is left of me.
Being Sensitive, is a disadvantage, a great one. I know that now.
I need help changing. I'm not trying to sound like a saint or anything, but, I need to stop putting others' before me. I need to stop caring about what others think of me.
I need to stop caring so much, for my own good.

If just one GOOD thing happens to me, I think I'll feel better, I most probably will.

Exclamation, Exclamation.

Anyone who has read the "Twilight" series by Stephanie Mayer WILL agree with me that Robert Pattinson, who is extremely hot and oozes sensitive sex appeal is NOT right for the Character of Edward Cullen, the rugged-brooding-extremely-masculine-yet-soft-and-loving vegetarian vampire who is hotness personified.

Edward Cullen, I love you.

After Mr. Darcy, you're my NEXT favorite character after Mr. Darcy.. I think.

Stay with us, do not let us lose you.
As we cannot do anything about this, I ask you all, to hope, pray and wish with me, that Robert does a good job and doesn't ruin the Edward we all love and want (Badly!) unlike the atrocity that was Mr. Darcy in the latest P&P movie.

P.S. Could someone find me an Edward Cullen, who isn't a Vampire? Preferably, in the same city?

ThankYouVeryMuch.

R.I.P.

When we walked last year, into the 11th grade as the NINE Humanity and Art's students of the school, we were givin a classroom, a HUGE one, at that.
It was really a pain, 'cause it was just us and that huge classroom, but, we loved the space it gave us. =)
We were dumbstruck when they changed our classroom and gave us this tiny li'l cowshed and told us this was our new classroom because the veru large Commerce (Stupid lazy people) Group had to be split into two.
Since it was just the nine of us, we would manage.
Our class room was tiny, and when I say tiny, I mean, MINISCULE!
It had a broken switch, that electrocuted us everytime we tried to switch on the fan. One fan that worked normally, and the other, that worked ONLY when the electricity in the rest of the school went out.
We also had a generator, which gave out weird smells and started beeping, and could never be stopped.
A view of a building being torn down, right outside our window and a tiny li'l black board, which we grafittied.
At first, we hated everything about this classroom, and wanted to move it, badly.
But, pretty soon, we got used to it, since we had no other option and Shalili ma'am sorta' scared us into it. *Grumbles*.

Debating, Singinging, Annoying Pixie, Getting annoyed while Pixie went on and on and ON about Hannah Montana (YUCK!) or sang her songs, way out of tune, reading books, discussing them, watching Abhishek's appauled face when we discussed Rape and Sex, Not knowing if Abhiskeh existed or not, Keya's looouuudd and very lively talking, Kavya's sleeping, Isi's Papos. Divya and Varsha, sitting in their end, drawing.
Our break and lunch time visists for Misbah, Sumaya and that lot, along with those boys (*Vomits*).
Lakshmi ma'am's chair, that kept getting stolen.
The view of French loaf (After that building went down), that made us hungry.
Watching our classmates bunk class and sit with us.
Closing our classroom door, during Geography and taking pictuess (Now up on Facebook)..
Bunking Economics together.
History, Geography, Economics, Language, French, EC, CompSc. The arts class always remained the Arts class. We stuck by eachother, through thick and thin.
We Bonded, like no other classmates.. We were.. THE ARTS CLASS. XI - A.

Now, sadly, XI A consists of the Commerce Kids who don't take Buisness Maths, and the art's class. *Wails*
We want our classroom back.
We want it just to be us again.

WE ARE SICK OF SITTING IN THE CORRIDOR JUST CAUSE OUR TEACHERS AREN'T THERE!!
WE WANT TO BE THE ARTS CLASS AGAIN!

But, they won't let us.
to my dearest class.
We'll always be the best class that lived.
8 over-opiniated girls and oner barely existant boy.
We will and always will be.. THE ORGINAL XI A.

Rest In Peace, My friend, Rest In Peace.