I wont sulk...

Tday's Song: Son of a Preacher Man - Pulp Fiction OST
(It goes : Me meeee mee meee)

I'll be pseudo happy and smile a fake plastic smile and make jokes about nothing in particular, and make you believe that there is nothing wrong with me at all, while inside I burn in a fire of self loathing... but thats just me. I like to think that everythings complicated, when its not. Maybe. See... I can never tell for sure. Maybe being left handed has something to do with it. Or not.

Its been quite an uneventful week so far. I've been piling on the kilos sitting at home, because the heat is too much during the day, and I'm fasting. Work is dull, and I'm having to study everything I hated for a job tht I'm not going to like. But it pays the bills. Not that I have many right now.

Its pretty late in the night to be missing college, but at least I had someone to talk to, even at this unearthly hour, and quite possibly someone on the hostel LAN looking for a one on one battle. I miss my charsi brother, I need to fight with him every now and then... I always need someone to tell me I'm wrong.

I'm so invading my sisters space these days. For the last four years, I was a visitor every 6 months, but now she's thinking, I've to put up with this guy 24 hours a day... even my pals dreaded the possibility. She'll get used to it in a while. I hope. :)

I miss so many people right now, but this is not an acceptance speech. Well, why the hell not... Joe(chall teams bana...), Masud(For you I died), Ashim(My god... he's like grown up, by 10 years or so), Shanky(Here's a guy whose phone I can flick...:P), Sash(Yes... you and me both, my friend :S), Dad(I hope ur project is going well), Sesh(Ur not my secret keeper anymore), Mickey(I have stuff... come alone :D) and the others who were always a source of inspiration and support - NOT... dumbasses... All of them... :), but it was fun with them all through.

Whilst I wait for a reply for a text I shot off a couple of minutes back to ma luv, the green tea on my desk gets stale... Thus, I bid you good bye, my non existent readers. Later we shall meet, and a running commentary on my train of thought shall ensue. Until then however,

ciao

Aj