http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/en-UShttp://backend.userland.com/rss092http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/ec/fb86d480450db179a7c8f9c692fb83_160x200.jpg <p>Hi...</p> <p>Hmm...its been aa long time since I've posted anything, so I've decided to write about HARRY POTTER!</p> <p>I LOVE the Harry Potter series! Really! I mean, how could J.K. Rowling think up such amazing characters and such an amazing plot?!? Its so......gripping. She's so amazing. J.K. Rowling, I mean</p> <p>After reading the sixth book of the series (Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince), my friend had such AMAZING theories...two of which I have listed below </p> <p>1) Dumbledore could have made a Horcrux himself, since he killed the dark wizard Grindelwald, and since it was for a good cause (so he could stay alive and help and protect Harry), he didn't become evil.</p> <p>2) HARRY could be one of Voldemorts Horcruxes.</p> <p>My favourite character was Sirius Black, but now, since he DIED, I like Ron Weasley. I always DID like Ron, but I liked Sirius better. Sirius was so....perfect.</p> <p>And did you know, Voldemort is currently 66 years old?!? See, when Harry was 12, it said 50 years ago, Voldemort was 16...thus making him 62 in Harry's 12-year-old-time. So when Harry is 16, Voldemort would be 62+4=66, that is in the sixth book, Voldemort is 66 years old! Doesn't fit somehow,though, does it? I always imagined Voldemort to be....younger. Not VERY young, but THAT old.</p> <p>So those who HAVEN'T read any of the books, please please PLEASE go read them!!!</p> <p>Signing out with good advice<br> <em><u><strong>SHARANYA</strong></u></em> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/08/21/harry_potter_18/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/08/21/harry_potter_18/Sun, 21 Aug 2005 15:23:34 +0200 <p>Hiya!</p> <p>Okay...I'm just going to post two more poems I wrote, and then I will NEVER EVER post another literary thing again. Not in a few days, anyway. The poems are-</p> <p><strong><u>The Life of a Human<br> (Through the eyes of a bird)</u></strong></p> <p>Sitting high up on the branch of a tree<br> Hundreds of things I see<br> A cat and a mouse,<br> The roof of a house<br> And a piece of rotting cheese.</p> <p>Look at the way these people run<br> They’re always late, no time for fun<br> They all look like they’re just so busy<br> Just looking at them I feel so dizzy! </p> <p>Let them try a day in the life of a bird<br> Such a romp, no human has heard.<br> I’ll teach them to glide, I’ll teach them to fly<br> They won’t feel the hours slip right by!</p> <p>I’ll help them if their wings are bent<br> I’ll let them fly for hours on end!<br> And when I’m done, they’ll feel so free<br> They’ll all be saying “Thank you, birdie!”</p> <p>AND THE NEXT ONE IS:</p> <p><strong><u>I’m Sick!</u></strong></p> <p>I’ve got a measle on my toes,<br> And I’ve got a really runny nose.<br> Or maybe it’s those horrible mumps,<br> I’m just so sick; I’m down in the dumps!</p> <p>My body aches; I feel a hundred years old,<br> I’m oh so hot and yet so cold!<br> I feel so very dreadfully ill,<br> I think I need a headache pill!</p> <p>There’s a hammer pounding in my head,<br> I just can’t get myself out of my bed.<br> My feet are cold, my throat is dry,<br> I feel so hot I think I’ll fry!</p> <p>I’ve got a fever and a cold,<br> All food taste like mud or mould!<br> There’s a medicine there I would like to pick,<br> But I can’t get up because I’m just too SICK!!</p> <p>Okay. Thats it...no more short stories. Or poems. Or anything like that. I'm getting sick of it, and I'm pretty sure everyone ELSE is getting bored with them, too. So I'll stop. </p> <p>Thats the best thing about blogging. I can do whatever I want to on my blog and write whatever I want to write...because its MINE! ALL MINE!!!!! MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!</p> <p>No, but really...its quite cool.</p> <p>Oops...gtg..<br> SHARANYA </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/08/12/last_one_1/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/08/12/last_one_1/Fri, 12 Aug 2005 17:57:50 +0200 <p>Hi...</p> <p>I suppose everyone is getting bugged with my stories...but I'll admit it....I WROTE AND POSTED WROTE ANOTHER ONE!Hehehe.......here we go... this one is a little weird (or should I say weirder than the others!)...but read it, and don't forget to comment!!!</p> <p>I wish we didn’t have to study ancient history. Who cares about the USA-Iraq war? Or that president, Cill Blinton? It’s all done and gone! It doesn’t matter anymore. It happened hundreds of years ago! And it’s so boring. But none of the teachers seemed very impressed with my philosophy, so I have to learn ancient history anyway. Ho hum.</p> <p>Hello, there! My name is Jessica Hill. I have an older sister called Laura, a dog called Comet and a Butbot5000™ (butler + robot). I study in Saturn Space School. It’s only a little far away from Neptune Nursery. Just one revolution by spaceship.</p> <p> Do you know, today my sister’s Butbot5001™ exploded! It was pouring milk onto her cornflakes and spilt some on itself and then BANG! Now she’s stuck with a Butbot5000™, just like me. Ha!</p> <p>I got yelled at in class for talking today. Well, it isn’t my fault. Entirely. Oh, all right, maybe it is my fault. But I can’t just help talking! I can sit quietly for only about five minutes and then I start talking again. I’m a Grade A chatterbox.</p> <p>We have this girl’s diary for our non-detail. Her name is Sharanya Gopinathan, from India. She lived in the 21st century. We have so much lot in common! We’re both twelve years old, we’re both talkative, we’re both into athletics, and we both have older sisters! I don’t know why but she sounds strangely familiar… </p> <p>My sister got her Drivers License for jet planes. Now I’ve got free flights home from school every day since she’s always looking for an opportunity to fly.</p> <p>I can only drive a racecar, but I’m going to pilot space ships when I grow up. I'll be such a good pilot, I’ll be first person to go to the outer Watery Way. Hey, it could happen.</p> <p>My dad loves collecting antiques. The stuff he keeps in the basement! Microwaves, computers, water bottles, steering wheels, there’s no end to the stuff there! But I have a question. Why would anyone take a water bottle to school when you could just take a water microchip?</p> <p> Can you believe that people in the year 2005 were so excited about a spaceship reaching Mars! It was all over their news! My uncle goes to Pluto for his meetings every day. Those 2004 people over-react too much. I mean, I go to school by spaceship and I don’t get into the paper for that!</p> <p>Oh yes, this is my life.<br> In the year 4299.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/08/12/and_another_one/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/08/12/and_another_one/Fri, 12 Aug 2005 17:49:43 +0200 <p>Hi everybody!</p> <p>I wrote another one!!! Its about this girl and she's always...well, read ahead...</p> <p>“You’re late!” Mrs. Rogers screamed, “Katie Brown, I am sick of telling you every single day to try and make an effort to get to school early! If you were late one day, I could understand. If you were late two days, I could understand! If you were late three, four or five days, I could still understand! But you? Oh no, you’re never on time. You are late every single day! I really cannot stand this! If you do not enter my class on time from tomorrow, Katie, you will be sitting in the principal’s office for the whole class and you won’t get attendance for the whole day! I am serious about this, Katie. Now go sit down and open your book to page 34. Quick!”</p> <p>Oops.</p> <p>Well! It wasn’t like it was even a proper working day! Why do I have to be dead on time for extra classes??? IT WAS A SATURDAY, FOR HEAVENS SAKE!!! I’ll show her what early means! If I didn’t get to school on time tomorrow, I would sit in the principal’s office all day, not just that class! I was going to be here in school before EVERYONE! I would get there even before the teachers. I would show them all! Hah!</p> <p>All through art class, I made a list of all the things I would have to do that evening. These are usually the things I do the next morning. I have put a copy of it below.</p> <p>But then, my art teacher saw me writing the list, not painting, so I have to write ‘I must not do other things in art class’ one hundred times. Ho hum.</p> <p>When I got home, I finished off my homework as fast as I could. I wanted to do everything perfectly.</p> <p> I ironed my uniform my uniform a little too quickly and ironed my thumb, too, by mistake. But except for that little hitch, everything else went along smoothly. I was all set to show Mrs. Rogers who was ‘early’.</p> <p>I set my alarm to 5:45 a.m., knowing how I would want to laze in bed for ‘just another two minutes’. See how organized I am! I know myself so well!</p> <p>Trrrriiiiiinnnnn! Trrrriiiiiiinnnnn! 5:45! I didn’t even laze in bed for a little more time; I was so excited at the prospect of seeing Mrs. Rogers’ face when I turned up early and she couldn’t send me to the principal.</p> <p>I showered and dressed quickly, marveling at how quick I was when I wanted to be. Even if I had gotten up at 6:30, I would still have had five minutes to spare. My school uniform, I noticed, looked so good when it had been ironed properly, instead of just going over it with an iron in two minutes. When I looked at the mirror, I saw a person looking so neat; I wondered if that was really me!</p> <p>Then I headed downstairs for breakfast. The minute anyone saw me, they burst out laughing, for some reason. I hurriedly looked in the mirror. Was my uniform on backwards? Did I have something on my nose? Or was my hair messy, or something?</p> <p>When I came out of the bathroom I headed for the breakfast table, only to see that breakfast wasn’t on the table. Strange. I asked my sister where breakfast was.</p> <p> My sister hurriedly whispered something in my ear. Five minutes later, we were all heading out for Sunday brunch.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/08/12/another_one_1/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/08/12/another_one_1/Fri, 12 Aug 2005 17:46:32 +0200 <p>I wrote another story...this one is a little bit Christmas-y...here goes...!</p> <p>“Only good children get presents from Santa Claus, and bad children get lumps of coal, remember that! And if you eat that Christmas cake while I’m not here, you might just find yourself crying over a lump of coal!” </p> <p>Oh no! I didn’t want a lump of coal for Christmas! That would be worse than… than… than…worse than going to the dentist and having all my teeth removed!</p> <p> I now had to make a big decision- which was better, eating a slice of forbidden Christmas cake two days before Christmas and a lump of coal from Santa, or going for two whole days without cake, but getting both cake and presents on Christmas? Ah! It was a tough decision.</p> <p>I had sincerely made up my mind not to touch the Christmas cake, which was cooling off near the window, but I just couldn’t resist it! As for the lump of coal, that didn’t matter a lot because my birthday was coming up soon, and no one could give me a lump of coal on my birthday, whether I was a good girl or not. So that didn’t matter a lot, either.</p> <p>After I had finished my slice of cake, I received a phone call from one of my friends. She told me that her parents had said that since she had been such a good girl that they were sure that Santa might leave the newest doll, complete with the whole wardrobe, for her.</p> <p>I was horrified! I had wanted that! And all because of that stupid slice of cake, my Christmas presents were gone! I always got nice Christmas presents! Mary Pepinson couldn’t get a nicer present than me. It was absurd! Unthinkable! And embarrassing, too.</p> <p>I decided that it was time for me to pay a visit to Santa.</p> <p>In the library book ‘Christmas- Carols, Crackers and Christ’ the hero of the story, Daniel, faced the Christmas tree and thought of nothing but Santa for fifteen whole minutes and he was immediately taken (by the Magic of Christmas, obviously) to the North Pole, to Santa’s house. It was time to test the theory.</p> <p>I sat in front of the Christmas tree for ages, not fifteen minutes. </p> <p>‘Would it work?’ I thought.</p> <p>It worked! It worked! It worked! The Magic of Christmas must be working overtime! </p> <p>At the North Pole, a signboard said “Santa’s House” and underneath that, an arrow pointing east. The sign was made of cake, with the words written in chocolate frosting.</p> <p>I walked about two hundred yards east, and suddenly saw a huge gingerbread house. That huge house made Mount Everest seem tiny! I knocked on the enormous peppermint doors. They opened slowly and silently. </p> <p>Outside, the temperature was below freezing. Inside Santa’s home, it was as warm as toast and very bright and roomy. A huge red-and-green signboard said “Welcome to Santa’s home!”</p> <p>I opened another door and oh! Wonder of wonders! It was better than I had ever imagined! Hundreds, no, thousands of small, green elves with pointed ears and upturned noses were walking about all over the place, carrying parcels and presents of all shapes, sizes and colours. It was amazing!</p> <p>Every corner was filled with toys and candy- teddy bears, dolls, doll-houses, all types of balls, chocolates, toy-trains, building blocks, crayons, squeaky toys and so much more!</p> <p>The walls were made out of peanut butter, and the floors out of solid chocolate. And the high ceiling was made out clear chewing gum, so you could see the skies far, far up above your head. It was fantastic! And the whole room was filled with elves!</p> <p>I was gazing around the place, with my mouth open, when a small, chubby, bearded elf came and tapped me on the shoulder.</p> <p>“Hello, there! What brings you to Santa’s home today?”<br> “I n-n-need to a-a-apologize to S-s-santa, f-f-for eating the c-c-cake!” I whispered.<br> “Just one second, dearest!” he said to me. Then he turned around and called to another, younger elf and said “Hey you! Get this little girl a cup of hot cocoa! Her teeth are chattering with cold!”</p> <p>The nice old elf thought that I was stammering because of the cold (it wasn’t even cold in there), when I was actually stuttering with nervousness!</p> <p>After I finished my hot cocoa he said “Ah yes, you said you wanted to talk to Mr. Santa Claus? All right then, I’ll call him for you.”</p> <p>About five minutes later, I saw Santa Claus. He was dressed in red and had that great foamy beard like in the pictures, but he seemed more real and true and pure than the pictures of Santa Claus that I had seen.</p> <p>After I apologized for eating the Christmas cake, I asked him if he might send me a better doll than I had now, with the doll-house. He smiled and clapped his hands.</p> <p>The next second, I was back at home, sitting on my bed. On Christmas Day I when I opened my presents, I found a doll with a doll-house. And can you believe what I found when I opened the garage door of the doll-house? A tiny lump of coal.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/08/12/christmas/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/08/12/christmas/Fri, 12 Aug 2005 17:43:20 +0200 <p>I wrote a story…….</p> <p>“But we’ve got the Oozies under control and Kuget III has taken the President of Wollor hostage.” said mom “What does the Captain mean by ‘Aliens, come aboard, the time has come’? The time for the attack or the time for leaving? And what are we supposed to board?”</p> <p>“Maybe,” said dad “It’s the Wollorenians come to fight against Kuget III and he needs help. So it’s the time to go and help him? But then again, the Captain could handle them single-handedly. In fact, I could handle them single-handedly, too. Just need some Anti-Wollor Space Dust and you’re done!”</p> <p>“What are we supposed to do? The Captain will get really angry if we don’t follow orders!” said mom</p> <p>“Anyway,” said dad “Be quiet about that, now. Peter will be up in a minute.”</p> <p>I woke up in the morning to hear this strange conversation between my parents.</p> <p>Oozies? Wollor? SPACE DUST? What was this nonsense my parents were talking about? Maybe it was just a dream? Oh yes, of course. It was just a dream. Just a dream…</p> <p>As I looked at the clock on my bedside table I saw that I was late for school. I ran down the stairs, two at a time as usual.</p> <p>When I went to the kitchen my parents stopped their conversation abruptly and started to talk about the economic situation in Mongolia. Strange. </p> <p>“Peter,” mom called “Breakfast is on the table and your lunch is on the countertop. Your father and I will be going out for the day so Katrina is coming to look after you in the evening.”</p> <p>I groaned. Very, very loudly. Katrina was my nineteen year old baby-sitter and also the biggest pest in the world.</p> <p>“You can order in a pizza for dinner, if we’re not back by then.” mom continued “Don’t forget to study for that history test tomorrow.”</p> <p>“Where are you going mom?” I asked, as I ate my egg, sunny side up, with tea and toast.</p> <p>Mom hesitated. “Err… we’re going to …. the doctor’s office.” Suspicious. I decided to pretend that I believed the lie.</p> <p>I nearly missed the bus that day. The bus was so quiet I could hear the ticking of my watch. “Why?” I thought “Why is this day turning out to be so weird?” The bus was never quiet. . </p> <p>The school day passed rather uneventfully till about twelve o’ clock. After that everyone’s eyes became slightly glassy and their voices a little nasal. Everyone went slightly mad, too. The teachers didn’t teach. She looked like she was going to be sick, because she turned slightly green. Everyone else turned a delicate shade of green, too. I thought it was because of that weird smell in the room. And all the other students started talking about the silliest things imaginable.</p> <p>“Joseph! How many legs does a dog have?”<br> “Six, usually. Why don’t you count and see?”</p> <p>“Is water always wet? Always?”<br> “Pretty sure it is, Jennifer.”<br> “What if you dry it?”<br> “Then it’s dry, of course!”</p> <p>“Excuse me, Mrs. Rogers, I have a question.”<br> “Yes, Mary-Ann?”<br> “Do we breathe while sleeping?”<br> “Don’t ask silly questions, Mary-Ann, everyone knows we don’t! You should be put back into the kindergarten, you stupid child!”</p> <p>WHAT IS WRONG WITH EVERYBODY TODAY?!?</p> <p>Then just when the bell rang, I realized the horrible truth. I didn’t believe it at first. I overheard a conversation between my two worst enemies.</p> <p>“That stupid Peter Wallman. After twelve whole years he doesn’t realize he’s the only human on earth.”<br> “Yeah, I know! What a nut!”<br> “I mean, all of us aliens staring him in the face and he doesn’t even realize it!”<br> “Well, I can’t wait till we attack him! What time is the attack again? Seven-thirty? I am SO excited!”</p> <p>WHAT? Attack? On me? Aliens? Only human on earth? ME? This had got to be some sort of a joke. But that conversation between my parents…</p> <p>Seven-thirty? But that was in four hours. “I’ve got to hide somewhere!” I thought “But where? Aliens will probably be able to find me in a minute!”</p> <p>The hours raced by. I was hiding up on a tree in the darkest, most empty part of town. I checked my watch. It was seven-thirty exactly. Suddenly, I heard noises. Weird, eerie noises. Very…. inhuman noises. Just then, I saw them. Thousands and thousands of slimy green aliens with weird tentacles and feelers all over them. They were all heading towards…. me.</p> <p>“Get away! What do you want from me?” I screamed<br> “We want YOU!” they said in weird, computerized voices.<br> “WHY?” I shouted “I never harmed you! Why do you want me?”<br> “You didn’t do anything to us, boy. We want to rid the universe of humans.” they answered, “We want the whole universe to ourselves. We have put up with you for twelve whole years thinking that you would realize we were aliens and then we could get rid of you. Just to see how smart you were. But you were too stupid, human. Peter, prepare to die.”<br> “AAAAAAAAARRRRRGGHH!!!” I screamed “SAVE ME!!!”</p> <p>The aliens advanced and I was bound in invisible ropes, unable to escape. The leader of the aliens, the tallest and slimiest, was holding some sort of weird gun. Some invisible force pushed me off the tree and I fell fifteen feet below, hurting my head and neck badly. I couldn’t see properly… everything was turning black… and the aliens were coming closer…closer…closer…</p> <p>“NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”</p> <p>I woke up with a jolt… my bed sheet damp with sweat…<br> I walked into the kitchen on shaky legs…only to hear-</p> <p> “But we’ve got the Oozies under control and Kuget III has taken the President of ……..”</p> <p>And I froze.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/08/07/aliens/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/08/07/aliens/Sun, 07 Aug 2005 17:44:57 +0200 <p>Hi...</p> <p>My tests are over and I am SO HAPPY!!! Plus, I've got a few really good books to read, so I'm quite quite content now. I love having to do nothing in particular. </p> <p>Yesterday, my sister and I were just talking, and she said something which I thought was really pretty cool. So I've got it typed out here...</p> <p>What she said was, souls have GOT to exist. You see, if a person dies of a heart attack or whatever, and these surgeons fix everything that went wrong, and supply blood to the brain or heart or whatever, the body still won't come back to life or anything. So there's got to be <em>SOMETHING</em> that you lose when you die, which you can't get back, whatever you do. I call it a soul...you can call it life or a spirit or whatever you want to call it, but its GOT to be there, whatever it is!</p> <p>Eek...gotta go,<br> SHARANYA </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/08/07/souls/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/08/07/souls/Sun, 07 Aug 2005 17:31:52 +0200 <p>Hi…</p> <p>I’ve always wondered, how did early man know what to eat, and when they DID find something to eat, how did they know where to put it? As in, how did they know they were supposed to put it in their mouths, not their EARS?</p> <p>Or here something which might have proved to be a little more difficult- HOW DID THEY INVENT THE FIRST LANGUAGE???</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/08/07/questions_questions_questions/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/08/07/questions_questions_questions/Sun, 07 Aug 2005 07:41:02 +0200 <p> Voyager didn't reach the end of the <u><strong>UNIVERSE</strong></u>, its reaching the 'final frontier' of the SOLAR SYSTEM!!! According to the site, at least. </p> <p>That 10th planet sounds pretty cool, doesn't it? </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/07/31/wait_a_sec/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/07/31/wait_a_sec/Sun, 31 Jul 2005 14:19:28 +0200 <p>Hi!!!</p> <p>A picture of Mars?? VOYAGER REACHED THE EDGE OF THE UNIVERSE??? Yeah right...are you serious???? THAT IS SO COOOL!!!!</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/07/30/hello_96/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/07/30/hello_96/Sat, 30 Jul 2005 16:53:41 +0200 <p>I’ve got a little extra time, so here we go…MY TOP TEN FAVOURITE SONGS</p> <p>1. Boulevard of Broken Dreams<br> 2. Wake Me Up When September Ends<br> 3. Lose Yourself<br> 4. Get Right<br> 5. She Will Be Loved<br> 6. This Love<br> 7. Untitled (How could this happen to me?)<br> 8. Over and Over<br> 9. Switch<br> 10. The Time of Your Life (Good Riddance)</p> <p>I LOVE THESE SONGS…</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/07/30/my_favorite_songs/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/07/30/my_favorite_songs/Sat, 30 Jul 2005 15:18:53 +0200 <p>I have decided to write about something other than the fact that I have nothing to write about and that I love blogging. So, I’ve decided to write about life in outer space….here it goes…</p> <p>I’ve always been really fascinated by the prospect of life in outer space, especially on Mars. It would be so cool, if there was intelligent life in the universe, but built in a totally different way from humans. As in, maybe…beings that didn’t need to breathe, or something.</p> <p>As for Mars, I still don’t know what I believe...is there life on Mars, or isn’t there? I mean, Mars does have polar ice caps, and traces of oxygen in its atmosphere. People even say that it could have had traces of water, many years ago. What more does it need? But then again…what about the ‘proof that there is no life on Mars’? </p> <p>Alright then. Forget life on Mars. There has got to be life elsewhere in the universe. I mean, come on….earth can’t be the only planet which can sustain life in the whole universe. Out of tens of thousands of galaxies, millions of solar systems and billions of planets, only one of them can sustain life? I doubt it…. </p> <p>Uh-oh…I gotta go,<br> SHARANYA</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/07/30/life_in_outer_space/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/07/30/life_in_outer_space/Sat, 30 Jul 2005 11:08:35 +0200 <p>Here’s a little something I heard...I thought it was really cute, so here it is… </p> <p><u><strong>THE TRUE LIE</strong></u></p> <p>One fine morning in the middle of the night,<br> Two dead boys got up to fight.<br> Back to back they faced each other,<br> Took their swords and shot each other.<br> Deaf policeman heard the noise,<br> So he came and shot the two dead boys…<br> Don’t believe this lie is true?<br> Ask the blind man…he saw it too!</p> <p>Isn't it kind of nice?</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/07/30/oink_oink/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/07/30/oink_oink/Sat, 30 Jul 2005 11:04:04 +0200 <p>Hello....</p> <p>My unit tests are going pretty well.....and um, care to comment on <em>what</em>, drk762?</p> <p>And you know what....? I STILL don't know what I want to do when I grow up!!! This is SO annoying!!!</p> <p>In school, they took us for a musical, the Sound of Music and it was SO good! I don't see how people can sing so well and with so much power in their voices in front of, like, five hundred people!!! It must be soooo scary! </p> <p>Oooh gotta go, leave a comment...<br> SHARANYA</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/07/29/peek_a_boo_1/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/07/29/peek_a_boo_1/Fri, 29 Jul 2005 14:29:26 +0200 <p>Hi....</p> <p>Oh yeah....actually, I never thought of writing about stuff like music and movies and stuff like that....makes sense, actually...</p> <p>It's just that, I don't have the time, I really <em>do</em> have to study...but this sounds cool...</p> <p>I don't write because I have to!!! I love blogs!!! I now I even have something to write about!</p> <p>Oh....gotta go...<br> SHARANYA</p> <p>P.S- AND I'm NOT <strong><u>THAT </u></strong> young! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/07/26/hey_33/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/07/26/hey_33/Tue, 26 Jul 2005 13:43:35 +0200 <p>Hey...</p> <p>Yeah, I know I'm supposed to write about what...."rattles my cage" (look at the comment on the previous post) but seriously, nothing of consequence goes on in my life. At the current time, my life is blissfully boring. </p> <p>Except for my examinations, though. I mean, my unit tests. They're pretty....oh, I don't know.....NOT BLISSFULL!!!!!</p> <p>Okay then...I've got to go....<img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0"><br> SHARANYA </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/07/23/glad_someone_s_reading/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/07/23/glad_someone_s_reading/Sat, 23 Jul 2005 14:32:06 +0200 <p>Hi!</p> <p>Okay.....no one's reading and I'm bored. I can't think of anything to write. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/07/17/blah_6/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/07/17/blah_6/Sun, 17 Jul 2005 17:35:15 +0200 <p>Hi!</p> <p>For the past couple of days, the people who were taking part in dramatics were supposed to go for practice, so we didn't have too many classes, so I just had to sit at my desk and do nothing. I couldn't even listen to music or read a good book, since we're not allowed to bring walkmans to school, and I hadn't brought a good book. I was DYING of boredom. Remedies for boredom at school?</p> <p>You want to know a really cool site? web.tickle.com....its really cool. Remember, no www...just web.tickle.com. Try it.</p> <p>BORED,<br> SHARANYA</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/07/09/so_um/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/07/09/so_um/Sat, 09 Jul 2005 09:57:07 +0200 <p>Hey!</p> <p>Alright, I am finally conviced that someone is reading! I got 6 comments!! Hear that?!?! I GOT 6 COMMENTS ON MY BLOG!!!! From people I have never met! Woohoo!!!</p> <p>I would also really like to thank everyone for their advice on the whole ambition thing...</p> <p>In the beginning, I thought NO ONE would read my blog...but now that people ARE reading, I'm going to work REALLY hard on it...</p> <p>I have never tasted sage. Actually, I don't even know what sage is! </p> <p>Okay...when I'm away from the computer, I can think of a zillion things to post, but when I'm AT the computer, I can't remember a single thing! Does anyone have a topic? If you do, please leave them in a comment.</p> <p>Gotta go...keep reading and don't forget to comment!!!</p> <p>SHARANYA</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/07/09/thanks_everyone/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/07/09/thanks_everyone/Sat, 09 Jul 2005 07:38:20 +0200 <p>Ok....I have just realizd something- I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WANT TO DO WHEN I GROW UP!!!!!!! Which means that I am a human being who doesn't have a purpose! AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!</p> <p>I mean...I keep changing my ambition evrey 3 seconds. Oh no!!! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/07/08/whatever_3/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/07/08/whatever_3/Fri, 08 Jul 2005 15:52:11 +0200 <p>Hi everybody (or nobody, it looks like...)</p> <p>Is ANYONE reading? Anyone? Anyone at all? Because, no one's leaving a comment....ho hum.</p> <p>I can't think of anything to say... </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/07/05/okay_then/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/07/05/okay_then/Tue, 05 Jul 2005 17:35:36 +0200 <p>Heya!</p> <p>Alright, so I posted this message about ten minutes after I posted the previous one, but how does it really matter? I LOVE posting messages on this blog!</p> <p>Okay, as I said, I'll tell you a little bit about my life and interests. Here we go...</p> <p>My name is Sharanya, and I live in Bangalore, which is in India. Although I live in Bangalore, I'm actually from Kerala, which is also in India. So, I speak Malayalam at home (try reading Malayalam backwards, its the same both ways!). </p> <p>My interests include reading, dancing (I HATE singing), posting messages on my blog, writing short stories (on the computer), using the internet, listening to certain types of music and running. I like running, but I don't follow a strict running routine or something. I just run when we have sports events at school.</p> <p>Alright, I have to go now.....keep checking for new posts and leave a comment so that I know that SOMEONE is reading!</p> <p>SHARANYA </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/06/30/me_10/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/06/30/me_10/Thu, 30 Jun 2005 16:59:45 +0200 <p>Hey everybody!</p> <p>Yep, I'm back after that loooong absence...and actually, it feels pretty good!</p> <p>Well, to tell you the truth, I really don't think anyone's even reading this, but it's nice to post these messages...I suppose I do it for, oh, I don't know....self satisfaction?</p> <p>Did you know, the word 'blog' comes from the words web log? Get it?!? We<strong><u>b log</u></strong> cool???</p> <p>Okay, I've decided that the next post will be about me, my life and my interests. Which is not a boring thing to post, so keep coming back!</p> <p>SHARANYA</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/06/30/guess_who_s_back/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/06/30/guess_who_s_back/Thu, 30 Jun 2005 16:22:03 +0200 <p>Hey...</p> <p>Okay, does anyone have a cure for boredom? No, seriously. If you do, leave them in a comment or something.</p> <p>Here are MY remedies for boredom:</p> <p>1. Listen to 'Lose Yourself' by em<br> 2. Go to . . and get an account. It's really cool.<br> 3. Twiddle your<br> 4. Read a really good book<br> 5. Watch those funny shows on Star World and Zee Cafe<br> 6. Post messages on your blog</p> <p>How's that? The usual remedies, but it works. For me, at least.</p> <p>My directions for you now-leave a comment. Then keep checking back coz' I'm really going to work on it!</p> <p>Okay gotta go....SEEYA<br> me</p> <p>P.S-Keep checking back and LEAVE A COMMENT </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/05/30/ho_hum_2/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/05/30/ho_hum_2/Mon, 30 May 2005 06:45:38 +0200 <p>Hi!</p> <p>I'm actually pretty new to this whole blog thing, but I'm working on it, so keep checking back! <img src="/img/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>Sharanya </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/05/22/hey_7/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://darksarcasm.blog.co.uk/2005/05/22/hey_7/Sun, 22 May 2005 17:56:13 +0200