Because the name I wanted was already taken

Oh woe is me.

Surreptitious, surreptitious, surreptitious.

Why can I not remember what that word means?

Too bad the GRE does not test on spelling.

I’d get a 800 on verbal then.

LOL HAVEN’T EVEN STARTED ON MATH SHIT YET.

The new me is… different.

It’s been more than ONE MONTH since I’ve visited ONTD.

I don’t know. It’s like I’m purposely trying to be an entirely different Rafia.

No chocolate for 6 days. Eating fruit instead. Switched to brown rice. No more Christian Bale.

It’s actually kinda fun reinventing myself, you know?

What will I think of next?!

I’m obsessed with this song at the moment. Even though there’s a dubbed Hindi version, I like the original Tamil version so much better… and I have no idea what they are saying.

I think I want to be Tamil. I am convinced now.

I tell everybody I’m ‘south’ anyway. I am. If you cut India in half, Hyderabad is close to the middle but definitely in the southern portion.

Plus, as much as I love North Indian food, South Indian is by far the healthiest. Win win for me!

2. Transformers sucked. It was a rehash of the first. Way too long. Contrived. And border-line racist. Also, there was a round of applause when Meghan Fox came on screen. It was so degrading. I felt like I was in a strip club. That about ruined the entire film-going experience for me.

3. Michael Jackson is dead.

4. I’ve lost 4 pounds in a month.

That’s it. I didn’t want to post this on my LJ since I’m on ~hiatus~ or whatever. I don’t really use this thing as was intended. Oh well.

I seriously want to adopt Russell. OMG I LOVE HIM SO MUCH.

Some things never change, I guess.

I am hiding upstairs in my room until Butt Face comes and then leaves.

But I really kind need to go to the bathroom.

Ugh, I don’t want to see his ugly face.

Knowing my parents, they’ll probably invite him for dinner. Then, I’ll have to.

What are these called?

I hope I am not the only one that finds the following phrase absolutely hilarious:

“Please kindly die in a fire.”

DIAF has been going around the interwebz, well, like wild fire for some time now.

I guess the old adage is right: “It’s just the internets!”

But I don’t know, I’ve never said DIAF to anyone, not even to celebrities whom I absolutely hate. They are people, you know? And since I’m afraid of fire myself, I could never wish that way of death (or death at all, really) on anyone. I am an ethical person, aight?

But man, I really want to use that line sometime.

I just think it’s so funny. So funny that I felt the need to write in this thing after such a long time. Hello (to myself)!

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

You know what I hate?

When people don’t fucking check their emails.

ESPECIALLY WHEN I KNOW THEY ARE FUCKING ONLINE.

LOL, that sounds funny.

But seriously, I am going crazy here.

I’m so paranoid. People do it to me on purpose, I swear. They like to play with my mind, I know they do.

It’s times like these I really wish I were Stalin.

OMG LYLE LOVETT.

Whenever I see something witty or awesome on the interwebz, I usally respond with a “lol love it.”

And whenever I do, I say it in my head… and it sounds like “Lyle Lovett”.

Maybe I should say that from now on whenever anybody tells jokes or something.

IRL.

But I’m benevolent dictator

I love telling people what to do.

It feels so awesome and so organic.

Whenever I do it anyway, which is not often, but still.

Sometimes I see my own potential in doses… but it’s only ever in small doses, an isolated incident, or after the fact.

It’s weird. There’s a part of that is such a pushover… and then another that’s totally kinda like my bb Stalin (not the paranoia; that’s always).

I love it.