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2010-09-29T13:54:00.000-07:00

Wow. I haven't been on here in ayaaaages. Probably no one is gooing to read this but I don't really have much else to do so might as well put a few seconds into this. I need a book to read before my brief reading phase passes. The bit above my right eyelid is swolen (I think it might be a mosquito bite) and it's really hindering my ability to look up. Exciting stuff, eh? There's no chocolate in the house. That really, really upsets me. I should exercise. But there's nothing good on TeeeeeeeeeeVeeeeeeeeee. Ooooh, I feel like baking. Maybe I should, even though I know it probably won't end well... Woah now. I can't believe I was so into that Jesus.

~P

for pirate.

2010-06-06T00:37:00.001-07:00

It's funny that the French say "Gee" when they're saying "Guy". Like "glee" without the "l". So if they were saying "Hey guys" they'd be like "Hey Geese".

Jesus Christ

2009-09-24T00:42:00.000-07:00

So uh, there's a lot - and I mean A LOT - to say. If you don't believe me, you will. You will.

I'll start with Jesus. I've been watching this movie called Jesus in religion class lately and might I say that he is gorgeous? I think I'm in love. With Jesus. It's just this guy (Jeremy Sisto (I looked him up)) makes such a good Jesus. I just want to go back to the 0000s or whatever year it was and be his follower.

Follow him and marvel at his gorgeous skin and tell him not to go to the desert because I've seen that part and really all that happens is his skin gets ruined by the heat. Oh and he runs into the devil, and she just teleports around in front of him for a bit then tranforms into a suited man, no biggie. I know his skin heals at superspeed because, well, he's Jesus, but it still hurts to see it all blistered and torn.

Follow him and be one of the many Jewish girls who are constantly hitting on him. They probably all followed him because he was so HAWT. He was so hawt that he was glowing. People actually saw the glow and it made them hallucinate the water into wine, and imagine fish and eat those imaginary fish because Jesus was that kinda guy. He just had that effect on everything around him. Even his mum gives him a funny look sometimes. She's probably thinking "I wonder what his father looks like, because if this is half of him, he must be MEGA BABE."

This is my arm after the first dose of religion. SHITE! I forgot to have my medicine! Good thing I remembered now. Even if it is really very late to be remembering. Good one.

Anywho.

I just went to see a thablist (Indian who plays the Indian drums) play the thabla and I convinced by parents to drop me back at home so I could finish my very important homework. So I finished it in like, 2 minutes and this is what I call three-hours-of-skillfully-obtained-"I'm-supposed-to-be-at-an-Indian-concert"-time. And funnily enough, the best part of that concert (if I had stayed for the rest of it) would have been the ten minutes walking around while people were organising things at the beginning. And I'll tell you why. So much can happen in that short time. Strange how 10 minutes of which 2 were actually interesting can make my day special-er.

The concert was being held in my old primary school, which was the first amazing thing. I had like, 10 flashbacks while I was standing in that hall.

I ran into my teacher from year 5 - Mrs Mander.

I was in the car park and she was in her car, leaving. She saw me and wound down the window and put on her fake smile and said "Hello!" then I said "Hi! I think you used to teach me in year 5!" (I didn't think, I KNEW), then she said "I thought I recognised you... What's your name?", then I said "Pragya" (Though it wasn't that smooth - I kind of forgot my name for a second then stuttered and said it), then she was like "Ooooooh. Are you attending?" (motions towards the hall) and I didn't hear her properly so she said it again then I was like "Yeah. My paernts helped organise it" - awkward silence - then she said "Well I was just leaving. I'm tired. Very tired. Goodbye." "Bye." - Big fat nice smile.

I know that was a depressing conversation and it'll make me feel quite shit later on maybe, but right now I'm just amazed that I ran into her. It's not even that amazing.

I remember her Russian fudge. She'd only make some for us when the whole class was being good, so we only had it like twice in the whole year. It's still the best Russian fudge I've ever had.

I must have been such a pain when I was younger. Making teachers so tired.

The next great thing was meeting a guy who's place I went to once when I was like, 10. He told me his life story because he said he tells it to people like me who are at the same point in life, at the same road block. He said "Don't make the same mistake that I made."

I know people are always telling me not to do engineering because my parents want me to. But I'm always like "I have to. They have power over me."
This guy's story really, you know, hit the spot. It meant so much more, I just wish my parents could hear it.

I was having a nyeh kind of day today until nowish. Not that it was a bad day. Definitely relatively good compared to other days. And tomorrow's the last day of term so that'll be good no matter what. I hope I haven't jynxed myself by saying that.

I'll get to have fun in the holidays, but I'll still have to study. With my study-buddies. That rhymes. Unintentional. Who's the man? Jesus.

I'm going to go and explore all the other parts of the internet now because I haven't been able to do that in yonks.

I think Jesus would do that.

I swear I'm putting paragraph breaks in this but blogger simply refuses. Sorry.

So long, everybody. No really, it has been so very long. But now you're updated.

Love from me.

Glorious Day

2009-07-13T03:30:00.000-07:00

I swear today has been the best day I've had in years. Or ever, really. Nothing went wrong, in fact we had luck on our side the entire day (something which is usually foreign to me).
I haven't written everything that happened in my notebook yet because it's for remembering things but I will never forget today.
A friend and Biggles and Katy and book stores and a musty smell and a sprinkling of rain and photos and CREPE and Death Cake and the seaside and a message for strangers and well, happiness.

I never go to the seaside. I think the last time I truly spent a day by the sea was for some school thing when it was raining and for some reason I didn't know anyone. The seaside always seemed like a sad cruel thing because of those memories but now that's all changed. The seaside is beautiful. Even if Biggles doesn't quite agree :P

The only downside was going home. I wanted to stay for longer and I had my mind set on more crepes when I got home but I didn't get to stay for longer and I wasn't allowed to make crepes for some reason (my mother was probably scared I'd mess up the kitchen). I'll make some tomorrow for breakfast. I think it's my new obsession breakfast food. Eg, for a long time I've been eating cocopops every morning, and I go through weetbix phases and toast phases. Now it's gonna be a crepe phase. It's funny how you have to pronounce crepe like it rhymes with grape because otherwise it'll just sound like creep or crap.
God, I love the french so much. I don't care what they're like politically. I love them.

Anywho, I continued sewing my dress when I got home. I've gotten real far. Nearly finished. I just need to reinforce the joining of the skirt to the top part, buy some buttons tomorrow and stitch them on and make button holes and I'll be finished in time to wear it on Thursdeeeeee!
Here's what it looks like after todays work:

I had to wear a belt for the photo because it doesn't have buttons down the front yet to hold it together, but it will soon...
I think I'll add pockets at some point. Make it a little more practical. I'm real happy with it already though. I never thought I could make a decent dress without a pattern in less than two weeks. I'm very amazed at myself. I guess I've been working on this so much more than I should be. What became of homework? I have quite a lot of homework actually when I think about it - don't think about it don't think about it don't think about it.

~Pragma, happy as a lark.

Larks are happy aren't they...?

Sports Day

2009-05-31T02:21:00.000-07:00

I know Sports day was yonks ago, but I only just went crazy on the videos a few minutes ago.
I had fun. Going crazy on the video, that is. And on the actual day, I guess. I mean, it's not like we actually did sports. That wouldn't be fun. Maybe funny and cringe-ifying to watch. But not as fun as this:

This had better flipping upload already. I'm getting impatient.

Yussssssssssssssssssss.

Spare time.

2009-05-29T18:48:00.000-07:00

Hello there.

I been doodling in my spare time.

It's nothing great, but my mum likes them, which weirds me out. My teachers at school tell her that they see me drawing too much during class, I showw her some of the doodles and all she says is "Can you do one of those for me?"

Somehow I'd prefer her telling me off.

So, uh. I watched the Bucket List the other day. And it made me realise how much I like yellowed paper. It just makes writing so much more beautiful. And more importantly it made me realise that I should write down the things I want to do before I die. But I can't be bothered. I'll wait till I'm dying, maybe.

And I watched Requiem for a Dream the other day too. Depressing much? But I liked it. Cos I have something built in me that makes me like those sorts of movies, y'know?
I like the song in it. I've liked it for years but I didn't watch the movie till a few days ago.

I really feel like watching the Lion King now. Which is a problem seeing as I can't find the tape. Sigh. I haven't watched it in years... Oh my God! I just remembered that I have it on the laptop! Sweet!

Byebye.

Friends, friends, friends, friends.

2009-04-25T23:43:00.001-07:00

I love my friends.

This is us collectively:

Munted picture, but it's all I have.

I will therefore make it my goal to venture out and take more pictures of my friends. Or just steal pictures off them. Yeah, I'll do that...

I would be like me except more Loser without them.

I wish they would send me more emails of awesome stuff.

HINT HINT.

We make graphs together.

^_____^

Oh, what became of the holidays?

2009-04-22T21:28:00.000-07:00

For once my blog will actually be about my "chaotic" life.

Well, basically, I haven't been allowed to do anything for this whole week regarding friends because apparently the holidays are for studying, NOT for fun. And even if some of that time is for fun, it has to be spent with my boring flipping meanie bum family. No friend time. None. They're all off gallavanting and having one hell of a time. And I'm stuck at home with my mood swings and a jealous sister and a bruise on the left side of my head.

I'm so ANGRY!

It's not like me to be so angry.

I feel like yelling out and swearing, but instead I just cry. It's pathetic because I can't talk when I'm crying and if I do no one can understand me anyway. I don't want to cry. I want to scream. Flip.

I wish my friends could just come barging into my house and forcefully stay for a couple of days. And my parents could just succumb. They can't be mean in front of guests. And if they are, stuff would happen and we could see how it turns out.

I want to see this:

It came out this week, today. But I have to wait till next week to see it. Because I'm not allowed to socialise with friends this week.

It's so stupid. I have less time to do things in school weeks. My parents are reluctant to let me do stuff then. I actually have homework on those days. And my parents are forcing me to stay home when I have all the time in the world to do the things that I'm always asking to do in school weeks. I don't understand their logic. It makes NO SENSE AT ALL.

I can't wait to move out.

I don't think my sister will read this but I hope she does. So she can understand what a COW she has been. Ganging up with my parents against me. Using the old "Aw, I came all the way from Christchurch to see you for three weeks and you spend all that time with your friends and leave me alone." Well you can't buy my love by forcing me to stay home and watch you study and get angry at me! We don't get along. She needs to use this "short time" to catch up with people like her best friend who she won't get a chance to see for another few months.

FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Blogging for the sake of blogging...

2009-04-09T20:48:00.000-07:00

... is what I do.

Tell me you aren't doing this because you have nothing better to do.

Exactly.

I can't wait till tomorrow.

I'm going to see The Boat That Rocked with my friends whom I love dearly.

I'm so excited.

Really I am.

I'm so excited that I don't even sound excited.

It is to that extreme. Beyond extreme.

I flipping love Tom Sturridge.

Tomorrow will be the first time I see him on the big screen.

Meaning his face, like, 30 times bigger than I've ever seen it.

I know they probably threw him in the movie just cos he's a pretty young feller, but I guess that's his purpose in life.

To say nothing, laugh and itch his ankles.

Heaven knows I love him to bits...

I feel like drawing him now.

But I feel bad because there are so many other people I should draw first... Meh, I can't resist.

He's also in a movie that should be coming out next year called Waiting For Forever.

Tom Sturridge in The Boat That Rocked:

Dayum homie.

Peace in the middle east, brah.

Pragmahal.

Tch-EEEEE-EEEEE!

2009-03-20T17:11:00.000-07:00

Hallo!!!

Whoever's reading this.

^______^

Well, right, so I got to go to Avalon Park today. Twas a little waste of my time but at least I got to walk home cos my parents gave in and let me walk home. So at home I am.

Anywho, whilst I was at Avalon Park I was watching seagulls and I was like OH MY GOD these birds are HILARIOUS. I was standing there laughing at them and I fully forgot that there were like people watching me. Woops. Ah well, I'd sacrifice my self-image for that entertainment. Seriously, I rank them right up there with cats eating grass.
Mikee and I managed to video a cat eating grass:

I was thinking and I decided that seagulls are like a cross between doves and vultures. They've got the white and the birdy-shaped thing going on, but they hunch over a lot and do the evil eye thing, especially when they run (lol).
And they make the funniest sounds. They don't sound like birds, they sound like cicadas crossed with a dying child. And that's how they talk to eachother. And when they talk to eachother they actually look like they're having a full on human conversation in birdy format. It's beautiful. And before too long, they start jumping at eachother and attacking the others beak.
Freaks of nature.

Pragmaster, at your service.
Lol, that's a bit of a contradiction...

The monkey is out of the bottle...

2009-03-16T02:16:00.000-07:00

My friends, whom I love dearly, came and slept over yesterday. I am really tired so I really shouldn't be doing this. I should be asleep. Ah well, the sacrafices I will make for this stupid blog that I have only known for such a short period.

Anywho, we are so awesome that we watched a bunch o' awesome movies.
Choke - which I had seriously been anticipating for a while. Was fantastic. It didn't have any mutant chickens but it was still fantastic. One of the most satisfying things was noticing that the guy Victor was sitting next to on the plane was Chuck Palahniuk.
RocknRolla - not only has Gerard Butler (yum) but also has the best friggin' monologue I have ever heard.
Pineapple Express - James Franco is megababe material.
Slumdog Millionaire - My people.

I flipping love midnight ramble.
Memorable midnight ramble from that sleepover did not take place at midnight but it counts. Twas about a muse department store thingy. As in a place where artists and stuff can go and sell their souls in exchange for a muse with their specific requirements (eg, must be anno, 6 feet tall and have hay fever).
That would actually be fantastic.
I'd probably buy Tom Sturridge. But I dunno, that store has such a wide variety I might find something more muse-worthy.

One of my other favourite midnight rambles from a previous sleepover is about this guy who kidnaps people and then interrogates them about really specific things like what they ate for breakfast exactly two weeks ago and won't release them until they remember. And then the kidnapee will never forget specific details again because of that traumatising experience. Mikeh and I decided it would make a good short film. With lots of french lighting. Yeah. I'm glad I wrote that down. I would've forgotten it otherwise.

I'm sleepy.

Huh? Oh.

2009-03-13T14:12:00.000-07:00

So, like, today I woke up, right. And I remembered my dream. I'm quite happy about that. Even though I can only remember a snippet of it. Which was basically me going to Mikee's place except it was waaay fictional and there was loads of french lighting. I can add it to my little stash of remembered dreams.

I'm quite happy about today. I just woke up in a really good mood, I'm eating nutella and I'll probably get a chance to paint today. But I do have loads of homework to get through today. Cos I'm gonna be having fun tomorrow and the day after...

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I started reading this book called Reading in the Dark yesterday. Mikee reccomended it to me because she's reading it too and she said it's quite good. Like being a kid again. She's quite right. But it's hard to read in an irish accent. I tried and it sort of turns scottish/english/indian or something.

I'm drawing a picture of Esmerelda from the Hunchback of Notre Dame today. I started yesterday. It was supposed to be a guy but it just looked like a girl so I turned it into a girl and it looked a bit like Esmerelda. So, yeah.
My mother likes it so I'm happy with that. For once she hasn't called my not-reference picture an annorexic bitch.

I made this stupid contract with my parents because they think that I give all of my drawings away and I don't give any to them (Bullshit).
Here's a copy of it (they made me type it up):

Date: 12th March 2009

Contract for the distribution of Pragya’s drawings.
Drawings refer to all artworks created by Pragya.

Final agreement between Mummy and Papa and Pragya:

Every time Pragya draws three pictures, Mummy and Papa get to choose two to keep and one is the property of Pragya. Mummy and Papa are allowed to choose less than two drawings but they are not permitted to choose more than two drawings. Mummy and Papa can do whatever they wish with the drawings they receive. Pragya is free to do whatever she wishes with drawings that are her property. If, out of a batch of three, Mummy and Papa decide that they do not want any of those three drawings, once it has been recorded and signed by Mummy and Papa, those drawings become Pragya’s property. Every time a drawing is completed it must be recorded in a log along with the name of the recipient. The recipient can either be Mummy and Papa or Pragya. Every record must be signed by both parties (Mummy and Papa and Pragya). An example of the log in which records must be kept follows:

(There was a table here with an example.)

Decisions as to who keeps drawings can only be made after three drawings have been recorded in the drawing log which have not been decided about yet.

I fully agree to the above terms and I agree to never break the rules which have been specified, signed:

Crapadoodledoo.

This is gonna be hard. Not only is this making everything harder because I do specific pictures for my friends. But it's basically forcing me to be more productive. Just so I can get pictures to my friends.

Ah, well. I'll just draw pictures in secret.
What a rebel.
Please don't tell my parents...

I love it when Asians say "Huh? Oh."
It was that guy in the asian place next to spice traders that got me thinking about this yesterday. Beacause he said that to some lady behind him and turned back to us so Hanno could make her payment.
It's just funny when people say it. Especially asians. Because asians simply function like that. In this case asians includes indians.
LOL. Mikee's mongolian.
That just makes her even more funny.

People need to update their blogs more often.

I can't wait to see Gerard Butler tomorrow. Not in person. On dvd.
Number 1 manly man-babe of all time, much.

From,
La Pragmanateuse.

Well well well. What have we here?

2009-03-11T00:24:00.000-07:00

You so shouldn't read this. It's lame. Lamer than the opposite of Obama. That's pretty darn lame. Are first ever blog posts even allowed to be this lame?

Waste of cyberspace if you ask me. But nobody's gonna ask me cos I'm basically talking to myself.

My life ain't no soap opera.

Go watch Shortland Street if you're looking for the opposite of boredome.

I've never kept a diary before so I'm pretty new to this. First post and all.

I'mgonnadrawClementChabernaudcosifeellikeitcosilikemalemodelsandthisone'smouthissohotrightnow.

Wow. Hitting the space bar is like a breath of fresh air.
I love you, space bar.
Bored yet?
Oh. You already were.

I'm listening to that song from Silent Hill that Mikee put on that cd of awesome. It is seriously beautiful. I know it's quite creepy for anyone who has played the game. It kind of creeps me out just imagining it being part of the game. Especially with all the weirdo freakish sounds towards the end.
But I find creepy songs like that are the best for me to fall asleep to. Like if you are the evil, you can't be scared of it, instead it is your comfort, sort of thing going on.

Am I a good listener? Oh yeah, I am. But I have really badly selective hearing/attention. Yelling out my name from behind won't work. Sheesh, so many people do that. Can't they understand that I'm most likely zoned out? You need to actually run up to me and maul me over or something. That's what I'm accustomed to.

Right now I want to be on a never ending grassy street with lots of small cherry blossom trees and french movie lighting.

^_____^

From ever-boring Pragma