Sunday, May 24, 2009
Prank # 3 - Rubber Band Bastard Prank
Find a Rubber band (not a really thin one or a fat one) twist up the rubber band (more the merrier) twist until it is a tight coil when you pull the 2 sides, and then find a victim with long hair (shaggy is good). Pull the rubber band apart while still being coiled and then release it in their hair, this will make their hair scrunch up and hurt a lot in the process of trying to pull the rubber band out.
rainy day results...
Hmm…its been quite a pleasant day. Drizzling since late morning – a musician’s dream day. I mean really. i don’t know why and I hate to use the term ‘romantic’ but these kind of days kinda compels me to write soul music sort of stuff. And half the time while beginning to write I just stare out the window and get lost. Few moments later I kinda wake up and I cant remember what I was thinkin’ of or what the time was when I started to write ( or rather dream).
I went to south city mall around 2:00. it wasn’t horribly hot like any other usual May day neither was it too wet like in July. And the weather felt simply awesome. There’s only one shop in that mall i.e. Starmark where I really feel comfortable and fascinated. I mean the shop isn’t fascinating, but the books. I usually finish off a few comics to lift up my mood but today felt different. I felt great. So I went to the fiction section which holds books by Dean Koontz, Stephen King, Sidney Sheldon and a few other gods of thrillers but of whom I’m not exactly a fan of and started off with Phantoms by Koontz. It’s a mind-boggling book. Simply BIG time fascinating book. Though Strangers surpass it in gripping the mind more, Phantoms is just scraping the # 1 thriller by Koontz. The moment I first picked up the book there was no seats empty so I stood and began with the book. A little later I felt like leaning against the rack to be more comfy n so I did but an Agatha Christie novel fell down from the rack back-to-back my rack. I didn’t care. Just gave it a look and went back with my phantoms. Agatha writes good but nothing compared to the magnetic wonder in my hands. I don’t know how long it exactly was since I started off but a security guard came up to me to say that there was a seat empty and that I’ve been standing for a long time. I suddenly became aware that my legs needed to rest long time back. I looked at my wrist-watch – it said 4:32. I checked the time in my cell just to be sure. 2 hours 32 minutes I’ve been standing without any sort of awareness I was so engrossed in the book. Wow…I exclaimed in my head and went to the seat indicated. I felt stupid. But I looked at the page – got gripped again and went back to the phantom world for another hour. I didn’t quite manage to finish the book though everyone calls me a pretty fast reader but I went till page 206. billed the book and came back home.
Mom was mad. She looked at the book and became madder. I felt I should have thought about this. But there was no other way. I knew I was late. And I knew I’d done something instead of studying for the fucking exams which are almost knocking on my door which is almost quite near to be known as an offensive crime by the laws of mothers.
I said nothing. I know I still have her 56 apologies pending until date but this one has to be added too…making it 57. Oh Boy…
I went to south city mall around 2:00. it wasn’t horribly hot like any other usual May day neither was it too wet like in July. And the weather felt simply awesome. There’s only one shop in that mall i.e. Starmark where I really feel comfortable and fascinated. I mean the shop isn’t fascinating, but the books. I usually finish off a few comics to lift up my mood but today felt different. I felt great. So I went to the fiction section which holds books by Dean Koontz, Stephen King, Sidney Sheldon and a few other gods of thrillers but of whom I’m not exactly a fan of and started off with Phantoms by Koontz. It’s a mind-boggling book. Simply BIG time fascinating book. Though Strangers surpass it in gripping the mind more, Phantoms is just scraping the # 1 thriller by Koontz. The moment I first picked up the book there was no seats empty so I stood and began with the book. A little later I felt like leaning against the rack to be more comfy n so I did but an Agatha Christie novel fell down from the rack back-to-back my rack. I didn’t care. Just gave it a look and went back with my phantoms. Agatha writes good but nothing compared to the magnetic wonder in my hands. I don’t know how long it exactly was since I started off but a security guard came up to me to say that there was a seat empty and that I’ve been standing for a long time. I suddenly became aware that my legs needed to rest long time back. I looked at my wrist-watch – it said 4:32. I checked the time in my cell just to be sure. 2 hours 32 minutes I’ve been standing without any sort of awareness I was so engrossed in the book. Wow…I exclaimed in my head and went to the seat indicated. I felt stupid. But I looked at the page – got gripped again and went back to the phantom world for another hour. I didn’t quite manage to finish the book though everyone calls me a pretty fast reader but I went till page 206. billed the book and came back home.
Mom was mad. She looked at the book and became madder. I felt I should have thought about this. But there was no other way. I knew I was late. And I knew I’d done something instead of studying for the fucking exams which are almost knocking on my door which is almost quite near to be known as an offensive crime by the laws of mothers.
I said nothing. I know I still have her 56 apologies pending until date but this one has to be added too…making it 57. Oh Boy…
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Prank # 2
In computer class, unplug your mouse and keyboard from the computer and say the computer froze. It'll baffle your teacher.
Prank # 1 from me - Questions...questions...
While the teacher's talking, ask a question on something he/she was talking about 5 minutes ago. He can't get angry, because you're participating in class, except you will set him back. The rest of the class will be free while he re-explains the stuff.... If you work together, you could have people take turns doing this sort of thing, eventually the whole period will be gone. This works best with teachers that have a habit of straying off the point ;-)
soccer trouble
Today was an okay day. I woke up early and went skateboarding by the lake. My head was a little out of place...i mean the little grey cells were still feeling drowsy back then and I probably bumped into a lot of old-aged morning walkers. But the best thing is I didn't bump into any fuckin' car!
I wrote just one song in the whole day and it ended up being just a big mess of rhyming words. Couldn't get any tune to fit it into but in the mean time composed hell lot of tunes on my guitar.
The morning was uneventful exept that mom was mad because I am not studying much these days and I got a BIG talking-to from both my parents. But what do these peeps expect from us teens?
Got into a game of table-soccer with Nicky around noon and then a game of real soccer in the evening with the neighbourhood guys. Turned Nicky's mom into something of an angry bull because one of my super-kicks sent the ball to hit their garage gate which unfortunately is a substitute for the goaling point for us. She kinda called my Dad up to complain that I'm turning into some huge trouble for the neighbourhood. Just to mention that this was the twenty-third time this thing happened. Sheesh. I'm just another tail-less monkeys like mom says...
I wrote just one song in the whole day and it ended up being just a big mess of rhyming words. Couldn't get any tune to fit it into but in the mean time composed hell lot of tunes on my guitar.
The morning was uneventful exept that mom was mad because I am not studying much these days and I got a BIG talking-to from both my parents. But what do these peeps expect from us teens?
Got into a game of table-soccer with Nicky around noon and then a game of real soccer in the evening with the neighbourhood guys. Turned Nicky's mom into something of an angry bull because one of my super-kicks sent the ball to hit their garage gate which unfortunately is a substitute for the goaling point for us. She kinda called my Dad up to complain that I'm turning into some huge trouble for the neighbourhood. Just to mention that this was the twenty-third time this thing happened. Sheesh. I'm just another tail-less monkeys like mom says...
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