I just had my first show of the semester. Just like always I was nervous, like really really nervous. Specially because I was going after a really good singer. After I got off stage I couldn't muster up enough courage to talk to everyone to get their reaction so I started packing my stuff in the back. Finally I asked someone who would be a good judge of things about how the sound was and he said it was pretty good. Finally I took a big gulp and went into the audience and my friends surrounded me and praised me. Some other people liked it too.. I hope they were being honest. I looked at the video and was actually quite happy with my performance later that night. I have two more shows coming up, one this coming weekend and another the weekend after. This is my favorite time of the year when I get to do something I really appreciate and I get to take my mind off all the other pains of life. I still can't believe the things going around about me... here I've been trying to avoid something like this forever.

Organized closet

I returned to Austin today. My little cave was a big mess. it was as if a tornado had swung by and taken all the papers that I pretended to read before exams and scattered it across my floor to mock me as I walked into my room staring at the horror.

I have a new theory and outlook to get that perfect 4.0 this semester though. This includes:

1) Listening to blues and soul music. Don't ask.

2) Keeping things very organized. I believe If i keep things orderly, It'll motivate me to spend more time looking over things. If I make a militaristic schedule for my life, I'll probably be more productive. This includes taking timely showers, exercise, eating healthy, and keeping school work organized.

Keeping the organization in mind. The first thing I did was organize my closet. I feel like so much can be understood of a person just by looking at their closet. As it is, judging of what clothes they wear tells one a whole lot about their personality- the colors, the patterns etc. AND it really helps if the closet it organized. In fact, I say there's a different charm to an organized walk in closet. You always feel the urge to go in there, and just sit there peacefully. The clothes are there hanging and basically gawking at you. The same clothes that take you out, the same clothes that you wear everyday on the run, just hanging there peacefully.

Still organizing,

nK

People need to be more respectful of other people's time.

I'm really excited and anxious about my next two performances. There isn't enough guitar in the first one. But I like the fact that it's in an arena like environment. I need to nail those higher notes.. more practice is needed.

There are those who go further in trying to understand. Then there are those who give up half way. I guess the lose interest? Or do they just not care enough to know?

There are those that think there's a later but the later never comes. Do they really think there's going to be a later or are they just saying that then because they are busier with something else at the moment? Surely they forget about it later.

Then there are those who are never available because they are too busy. Not much can be said about these people. I don't even know them that much at the end of the day.

The question is..

which one is you?

cheers!
nK

All of a day's work.

So I decided to go for a jog through west campus yesterday. Running past the annoying hobos on the drag and swerving through the people with the quiescent look on their faces was awesome. But then, I got home. My throat was parched and I could barely swallow any more saliva. The sweat was dripping on the concrete and left dark gray spots outside my door (I'm building up tension here). I walked into the cool dark apartment and turned on the kitchen lights with the swing of my hand against the wall. I stumbled in and took a glass from the cupboard and held it under the faucet. I turned it on and look down on the floor, hanging on to the kitchen sink with one hand while holding the glass under the faucet with the other. I heard "pha pha pha ...". The water stopped running! My roommate had left the day before. I had told him we should pay the utility bill before they shut it off. But somehow we never worried about it too much. Surely, the day after he leaves it turns off. So I tried to log on to the utilities website after finding out what the company is and their website was down, their phone system was down, and it was after 5 pm. Great! Still dying from the running outside PS.. Finally I called the other old tenants and they had no clue what was going on. One of them told me to check the old bills that had never been opened. The third un-opened one had the "DELINQUENCY NOTICE" muahahah! Just great.. I called them back to experience each one blaming each other for being responsible for paying the bills. I have no clue who's turn it was or who's responsibility it was. The only thing that I was sure was that I was in a Desi apartment. I haven't been to India in almost 9 years now, yet I continue facing the same problems they're experiencing back there. From not having water when you need it, to people blaming each other for it. Finally, I called my brother and he gave me the keys to his apartment, but in the mean time.. the water was back up again. Miraculously.

--LATER--

I went to see The Dark Knight last night. Again. While I was walking into the theatre I was stopped by a gargantuan, burly man of African descent. He said something, that I completely did not understand. For a moment I felt so fobby and thought I just didn't understand his accent. His words were smooth though, simply musical. I guess they just have music running deeply down to every syllable. After a few attempts I finally understood. Turned out he was asking for my ticket stubs so he could get his friends into the movie. I got confused and since my hands were occupied carrying a drink and the popcorn, I used it as an excuse to just walk away mumbling - "i i i i canntt.."

After a long wait and several trailers later, the movie started. And then! The fire alarm rang. I was like..it must've been him!! He's pissed! So we all went out of the theatre and walked back in. Good thing I had kept my ticket stubs. Life lesson - do not ever give your ticket stub away to somebody about to do an illegal task. Karma will turn around and haunt you! It took them 20 minutes to start the movie back up. It ended at 1 am.

When I came back I couldn't fall asleep. So I turned the TV on. There is nothing good on TV usually! Good thing it was past midnight and the infomercials were on. That's right! "SET IT ANDDD FORGET IT!!". That's my favorite one. The foods look so delicious. I'm also currently enjoying the new super towel shammy thing they have, the one that soaks up like a gallon with no effort.. If you haven't seen it, look out for it. It's amazing.

Did I mention I never got any dinner last night either?

still confused and laying here,
nK

I haven't been updating this blog in a while and have been very busy breathing. So here's a product of my invisibility -



I'm in New York for the fourth of July. I'm skipping two days of class for long painful walks in a concrete jungle full of various smells (nasty ones usually). So far the main attraction has been shopping at the cheapest store ever- h&m. I've decided H&M stands for ho and mo. I also went to China Town where this African American gentleman tried to sell me a "stolen" knock off IWC big pilot. He made it look all suspicious and called me to the side after he heard me asking other store owners for one. He went off and told me to wait there for 5 minutes and he came back with one in his shirt's pocket. It was the worst knock off in the entire market and he was asking $150 for it. I've decided to keep buying cheaper-not luxury watches but real watches from now on. In fact, I think i'm gonna go back to the basics/ classics and invest in a casio digital watch. I miss the little backlight button on the side.


yea, that one.


Today was the fourth of July. There was live music at battery park and big crowds everywhere. The Macy's fireworks was amazing too, or so I heard. Unfortunately, I also missed the Natasha Bedingfield live music along with the fireworks (thank god.) I ain't got a pocket full of sunshine and I ain't getting one any time soon. So I decided to head back to peaceful town of Suffern BEFORE the fireworks started so I could get back to my host family safely. It was a long train ride home (1.5 hours). Came back all alone, no one to talk to. There was a crying woman at the train station, she had lots of bags with her. I wanted to ask her if she needed help taking all those bags into the train. But, I forgot. The train came and everyone rushed in, and being alone I didn't want to miss it I guess. No one else cared at the station. Everyone just minded their own business. Its weird how insensitive people are. The lady didn't seem like she was just a hobo or something. She was very well dressed. I guess she broke up with her boyfriend or something. She wasn't the only lady I saw crying at the station. I saw one yesterday also. I guess the city just dries the compassion out of everyone. I guess i'm a victim too.

On the way back I saw a bunch of attractive girls all dressed up, catching trains towards the city. It's going to be a fun night for them. I guess. It's funny because I took an extra change of clothes to spend the night out in New York City on the fourth of July too. The catch here is that I'm still not 21. So my time is limited to the 1040 train to Suffern. I texted my "friends" who are in New York. However, as you may have guessed already, no one returned a phone call or text. Other people whom I was hanging out with are 21 and didn't want to tell me that I'd be a burden on them tonight, so they used their friends to tell me while they went to the restroom.

Oh well, at least I had headphones on me. The music while walking back to penn station and riding the train was well themed.

I'm going to MOMA tomorrow to appreciate the arts of Dali.

cheers,
nK

Seriously WTF?!?

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