tag

Since I need to update my blog, yet nothing noteworthy has happened, I will utilize the perfectly timed tag by enyur..

So, the 8 qualities I look for in a perfect partner..

1. He must own a huge mansion.

2. He must have lots of money.

3. He must own a Mercedes. [the BMW is MY goal.]

4. He must love me more than his money. [i.e. heed to all my financially demanding requests.]

5. He should be tall, dark and handsome. [I quite adore goaties as well..]

6. He should have a kick ass sense of humour, yet be serious and responsible as situations change.

7. He needs to be good in... ahem.

8. oh, and did I mention he needs to be rich?


he he he..

memories

The memories are all washing away - like the raindrops on a window pane.

A: why dont u ever sms me?
me: becauseeee, my last month's phone bill was $194, I HAVE to stop using my phone excessively..
A: WHAT? kis se baatein karti rehti ho?
me: matlab, if u can jolt ur phone memory a little bit, I sent u a gazillion messages..not as if that amounted to $194 but still it was a major contribution.. wesay bhi international texting is bloody expensive if done in bulks! :S
A: hahahaha, sucker, its only 5 rupees for us..
me: to tum kara karo na text.. mein kyoon karoon..
A: haan chalo mein hi kar loonga..

a few days later..

A: msges ka reply to ker diya karo manhoos..
me: konsey msges.. I just got one at like 4 in the morning asking me what I was doing! argh!
A: haan haan jo bhee..
me: waqayee nahee miley..
A: So.. u can be considerate enough urself and message me sometime..
me: you know my phone bill story.. dont make me repeat it.. I'm usually not a cheapskate..
A: nahee, mein to wesay hi keh raha hoon.. kiya karo message.. so that I can pretend I never received them and not reply back at that..


arghhh! I quite like u.. but really now.. I'm THIS close to being bankrupt.. I dont have a job and I still have to last two months before I can go home and TOTALLY get pampered by my parents..
*sigh*

P.S. I know eh, maybe he just misses me.. lol..

There's people in your life that u know inside out. And then there's people in ur life that u've sorta 'seen around' but don't necessarily know much about them.
And it's amazing how u might go on for 20 years of ur life just knowing of their existence and they knowing of urs, but u never really make an effort to be more than acquaintances.
And then when fate finally throws u in the same scenario and u do get to know each other, u just cant get enough of talking to them about the randomest things from concerts to movies to what they showed last on the National Geographic about the duck-billed platypus.
You get so addicted to each other that u both contemplate blocking the other on the count of 3 but never really go on with the plan.
You share the same taste in food starting from peach yogurt to grape ice cream to chocolate mousse at this one particular place to even the same flavor of jolly ranchers.

And it all turns freaky when we end up saying the same things at the same time; and it turns super freaky when we find out we've been reading the same book at the same time when both of us have absolutely NO WAY of knowing of the other's intention to read the book.

The everyday afternoon talks are super addictive. It's wrong to be so dependent.. yet, it all feels so right.

meh

I can't believe it's Thursday already. I haven't done jack shit as far as studying is concerned and reading week is almost over. What the hell, we need to have two reading weeks. Don't they realize suicide rates are at an all time high? *sigh*

but anyways, I'm glad atleast aik week off to milta hai. Sleep when u want, wake up when u want.

I finally managed to complete Mystery Case Files, super addictive game of the year. Experimented with cooking and successfully made besani roti. Been cleaning around the house more than I would like. Made a spontaneous trip to Eaton Centre and senselessly spent money. Fell in love with Zara's clothes all over again. Had the wickedest pad thai at Spring Rolls and strolled on Younge St. with charsi friends and yummy menthol smokes.

I so don't wanna go back to school. That's when all hell breaks lose.

Forgive me for the monotony. But I just wanna go home. Regardless of all the occasional fun times I have here.

I just wanna go to my parents, my annoying sisters, my room, my bed, my pillow, my comforter, my HOME.

This post is super senseless.

I also want a trendy Guess bag.

I don't feel like blogging, or orkutting or chatting or even watching tv. I'm perpetually tired and all I want to do is sleep. Be it at home in the comfy bed, or the uncomfortable seats on the bus, or the couch in the tv lounge. I don't even know how I make it through classes without a minute or two of shut-eye, and how I manage to be attentive and participate in class [which is absolutely essential, since my classes have a significant amount of participation marks]. But the moment I'm out of there, its like my mind becomes one-track and focuses ONLY on slumber.
I just hope this is a phase because quite OBVIOUSLY, its not contributing to my academics very positively.

I am also becoming too whiny. This needs to stop.

I need to go home now.

I'm just SOOO pissed off and annoyed at the moment.

Stay clear everyone.. SUPER BITCH alert!

I'm not enjoying the ODIs at all.

Inferior batting, inferior bowling, inferior fielding.

India deserved to win the one it did.

yawn

These days, I'm in the state of being always tired and wanting to sleep. Makes me wanna turn back time to when I was 8 and my mom had a strict rule of me being in bed by 9.

I wish she would impose that rule on me now... so that I wouldn't feel guilty about leaving work to be done today for tomorrow.. *sigh*

utter destruction!

Wow - what a match! what a match! Mohammad Asif is a true find and a definite keeper. I havent seen such in-line bowling by a Pakistani bowler in such a long time!

Thats about ALL I gotta say.. the pictures say the rest.

Sehwag gone. The middle stump flies. The ball doesnt even touch the leg stump or the off stump. What line!

Mohammad Asif sends VVS Laxman's middle stump for a walk...

Aaaand.. Tendulkar bites the dust. The off-stump this time, goes for a spin in the air.

Pictures courtesy: Cricinfo