Wednesday, January 21, 2009
ok.so enough of cryptic, one line, posts in the rantblog(s) about things i dont think should matter (or am going to talk about, because i fail to recall what exactly they might've been, actually :S ), and no more stalling the possibilty of new posts hoping for one more comment on the last posts.im here and i realise that this blog has been dying little by little, much the same way as my newfound immunity against the urge to blabberblabberblabber is, now.
so here i am. pre-boards over. doomsday lurking round the corner and im pretending its still december. i hate the weather and everything that spells out clearly- ITS NOT D-E-C-E-M-B-E-R !!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111111ONEONE well but even in december the weather was anything but it.why cant this city give me ONE week of proper cold weather when i dont have to say oh i wish i could shove my ass into the freezer? and i can almost see the almighty going muahahaha from beyond the palegrey skies saying, well kid, live with it. sucks? pretty much. thanks for the sympathy, empathy and all that jazz.
also, i dont have any YAY ITS 2009 AND HERE IS WHAT I PLAN TO DO, because here is what i actually plan to do: STOP worrying about how i never plan to do anything. stopstopstop itsok thats the kinda bastard you are and you cant change that to save your life.or you just dont make an effort. or you're just not sure where this post is going and so you're stretching it longer with pointless sentences that are not about the boil on your ass.
yeaaaaaaaaaaah, i have aNOTHER boil. if you think something's seriously wrong with me, you'd probably be right.
moving on,this weekend we went for this picnic (dad's office thing, so you get the picture) to someplace in Madhyamgram and there were PEBBLES ALLLLLL OVER THE PLACE!!11111oneone i lugged a good twenty something home, if you can believe it. smallbeeg weirdround all kinds.
that's one good thing.
another good thing is that i finally uploaded a few new pictures on dA and flickr, go see if you're jobless.
bad thing: amay biye peyeche. aar peye i choleche. goddamnit. koi re bhai somebody come and biye me. buy me. whatevers. lets elope. lets OK? PLEASE? sigh.nobody takes me seriously. what the fuck, mens.
also, i cannot for the life of me take decent pics with my SLR. not many decent pics, aleast. and all the cautiousness and nervousness about wasting a shot makes it worse.gah.
also, im broke and in dire need of -cough- money which would help me buy something my parents wont get me because they have other things to get me, and i dont wannabugem because i dont think i deserve it yet anyway. well, i need a graphic tablet badly annnnnnnnnd before the college admission things begin, that too. whhhhhhich brings me to the
hello. im shriparna sarkar, a bum who is pretty goodfornothing and is -cough- trying to sell her prints. prints of her -cough- work. er, artwork? incase anyone is interested ( notice ship on her knees, full-tu begging pose ), please let me know.
work may be viewed in her dA gallery or Flickr (for photographs,link on the sidebar).
i have 4 people agreeing to buy my shit sofar. isalliwantedtosay. hello this is weird.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
good thing is, good things dont not happen,yknow.
so i am cranky with everyone i know. im a bastard that way, without meaning to be, but how is that an excuse heh :P and some people take in all the shit i keep throwing in all directions,andstill give me reasons to sing ..
..she painted that for me. LALALA ACRYLICS ON RED(WHATEVERITSISCALLED)PAPER.she's a star and im a pile of jonjaal. xD oh but thassok with her, so why complain *!*
factor #3 (WATTOSAY): SHRAVANTHI'S LETTER <3 AAAAAAAAAA AND REACHING ON TIME.
a daisychain of smiles and forgetmenots,
so when the astrologer passes by we can
laugh in his face (together) and tell him
you have friends.
. The Ship by ~Babrus on deviantART
BARBRA DREW ME A PICTUR OF ME. in addition to my dA avatar, even my ID is by him now. blah. xD :dancesmoarandmoar:
ohcool something just pissed me off enough to make me stop typing anymore happythings. LISTEN.forgive me.iloveall, but am pissed off. no elaboration.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
notice how my activity over here, and in the other blogs, increases exponentially during exams? more so during pre-boards ? more-er so before the MATHS exam in which flunkage is inevitable? oh well. I DREW NANANANNAHAJHSDF !1111111111ONEONEONE
SOMETIMES, IM SO MUCH FUN! self portrait click click
some other times, im just an alternating yellow and grey blot in the universe: not self portrait click click.
paint. i love paint. right now.
moving on, pencil, sketchbook, and photoshop. here:
.. one goof-up and you're the clown
every cocktail party turning upside down ..
must be so hard. haha.
i DONT KNOW WHY THERE'S THAT GLARING MISSPELL IN THE IMAGE, ITS OK ON DA BUT IT SHOWS A WRONG SPELLING HERE. IGNORE. GAH.
Friday, January 9, 2009
If your lover betrayed you, what would your reaction be?
I would write and draw about killing people. about all the birds stuffing their bones
with something, anything because light isn't fun anymore, freedom isnt love anymore.it was, but not anymore.returning home isnt an option anymore, there's nowhere to go, nothing to go away from, nobody to return to.i would pretend everything i say is poetic, everything i feel has a rhythm,everytime i sing my heart feels like nothing is missing.
i would pretend to be a clear headed person who plans it all beforehand, like i am doing now.i would pretend a lot, like i do now. only, i would pretend then that i never had a lover, while now i like to pretend that i've always kept secrets.
If you can make a dream come true, what would it be?
To be a person who can look at her own feet and think they're beautiful.
What do you do when your love is unrequited ?
I dream about killing people and then i think about what it would've been like if i had no toenails, nor shoes, nor skin, and im at peace with the amount of roof i can afford. But really, im just pretending.
this is what i've done all my life, and i cannot remember details. i think that's because it just drives me a little crazy each time HAHA.
What would you do if you had a billion dollars?
Buy a gun, hire someone to do the licensing shit for me, or scare them into doing it.
Buy a house and throw a huge party and run around wearing pink and then disappear because no one is looking, nobody cares.
Eat a lot before disappearing.
Buy a platinum and diamond ring and send it to my house anonymously.
Drink a lot.
Return home and be very surprised about an anonymous pakage and die of excessive cardiac activity within a span of 2.13 seconds of opening it.
Would you ever fall in love with your best friend?
Dear tag maker,
I want to be a fortune teller and then inform you that you'll die a most brutal death, being run over by a big black truck after having been released from being hung upside down and beaten to pulp for a week and a half.Or maybe i can do fine pretending to be one and telling you the same.
Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?
i want to quote someone here but i dont remember the name, or the quote, because i've forgotten what both feel like.
NO i lied. i just like it when im vague.and whiney. and pretending to be distressed and suicidal.
How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?
Till someone comes and tells me that my womb is about to turn into a toilet bowl in approximately 75 seconds.
If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?
i would do tags like this to distract myself and i have a feeling it would work perfectly fine.
What captures your heart the quickest?
when im allowed to see everything through the wrong end of the binoculars and its pointed out that i can switch but it's my choice really.
What would you be, ten years from now?
A learned person who knows the side effects of being an artist, a poet, a girl covered in more scabs than skin.or a madwoman waiting by the public toilets and the ruins at alternate intervals. or a pro at pretending to be all these and more, all at once.
What do you fear?
everything, to some extent. nothing, to some other extent.
What's the first thing you do when you wake up?
Sit up.keep sitting for a few minutes until i'm convinced that i cannot, for the life of me, recall what i'd dreamt of inbetween the scary bits.
Would you give all in a relationship?
I would give all excluding my kleptomania.so i can steal back everything as and when required.
If you love two people simultaneously, who would you pick?
The person called nose.
i couldnt think of anything lamer to match the question.
Would you forgive and forget, no matter how horrible a thing that special someone has done?
If he's done something like not believing me when i say im dead, or when i say i feel like im dying, or that i mightve died long ago, then no. Else i tend to not forgive but just forget, no matter how much i try against it.
If you get to go back in time and fall in love all over again, would it still be with the same person?
In Danish, the word 'love' rhymes with 'pain'.i dont know why i said that.i dont understand what you want to know.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
OH bytheway. i was doing something similar on paint, asking mom about some random spelling of some random word, and she comes, checks it out, and goes OH besh bhalo. blog kore de eta!blog korbi toh? jani toh korbi. blog kore loke pore jodi keu nite chaye/raaji hoye toke. tai hobe kina shondeho jodiyo.nile abar eshe phele diye jaabe. hahahaAHHAHAHAHJAGSHDF
YES THE LAUGH was hers. heh.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
i have the brain of a vegetable and the life of a non exsitent eggplant, which must also be a vegetable, only i wanted to be specific.i cannot stop whining or complaining or acting exactly like the person i am.
haha that so funny i might grow another nose, the nose of an alcoholic. my favourite poetess has the nose of an alcoholic.