Early days...

Remember when we had early days in elementary school? For me, every Thursday we'd get out at 1:45pm, a whole hour earlier than the usual 2:45pm. I'd use that extra hour to jump rope, hula hoop and play on the monkey bars with my friend. Ahhh, those were the pre-Facebook days, when people didn't run home to check their walls for invites to social hangouts, and to see if their crush posted anything, or if people cared enough to type a 100 character message into a little box. I guess now you can see why I've self-imposed (with the help of a close friend to change my pw), a 3-month Facebook hiatus. On a side note, my elementary school is now being torn down and being made into a parking lot for a nearby amusement park.

In fact, the reason why I bring up early days, is because my father, who works in LA, came down to our house for lunch, to take my mom out for lunch at this restaurant called Vasantha Bhavan, which I guess literally translates to "Spring Palace", or something like that. In any case, I wouldn't call the food there appetizing, more so a grossly butchered version of true South Indian food (and yes, we do eat more than dosas and idlis). The food there is served with more oil than achar, more attitude than amicability, and more creepy guys hitting on girls than hot ones. I think my morning dhood with mixed in Bournvita tastes better. And I've been drinking that for the past 8 years. Either way, I have a sneaking suspicion that the only reason my parents go, is because the owners are Telugu family friends of ours. So now, I'm sitting in my room, with the house to myself for a couple hours, trying to think up sinister ideas on what to do. But I know I'll just end up watching tv shows like "16 and Pregnant" that are too risque to watch in front of the maa and baap.

Bye for now, or should I say, Tata!!!