A mouse that clicks,seldom squeaks

I am desparate to go fling myself down from a cumbersome ride in an amusement park.Why?..because I have nothing else to do.

No seriously,I have nothing to do.No work,no amusement.I mean..there are of course 100078 things that I could do..rite at this very moment..but you see..there is this effort of pulling myself up from my chair/sofa/bed/marble floor,which,as you might have guessed,I am not ready to make.

So I will just sit and ponder.
and sing in a nasal voice and think about the adventures of an amusement park.
I will also file my nails and listen to music and eat and sleep.

aah sleep... its so much better to be sleeping than to be awake.Sleep is excitement..considering the dreams that I have been having.


Lately,someone told me that she is "putting up " with me.
It hurts.
Also I am now a part of some very juicy rumours doing the rounds in some other department of college..sigh..and that too when nobody goes to college.Sigh..at last I get some attention/importance...and it all goes to waste.

Nobody has ever spread rumours about me .Sigh.I have always been this "sweet" person who nobody finds interesting enough to spread rumours about.Also,my English grammar is going down the drain.

Also,I have been "sighing" a lot.As mentioned in the previous post,I have too much time and too little to do.

Also,I have been assigned the task of the official shorbot maker of the house.I fail to undestand what joy my mother derives out of making me stirr sugar and syrup in a glass of water..considering that I always end up eating and spilling more sugar than the amount that goes into the glass.

Seven people are to come to the house in the evening..that means 7+4=11 glasses of shorbot to be made.Party time for the red ants.


Also,I have inculcated this habbit of going on and on and on about the same thing.Some people call it whining.



Also,guests coming over means good food to be cooked by the lady.Which also means me will have a good time afterall.
Also,this 4year old nephew is to be coming over,which means am gonna be all jittery.That kid has got this fancy for my nails.I am serious...emnite doesn't give patta to most of the people..but I have my own way with kids.


Also,my blog is looking more and more like a personal diary.
Also,I have to have to have to have to mention this dream,where I saw this person ..who is actually a blogger.I mean she's got loads of snaps in her blog..so I know what she looks like.She's got the most lovely posts..and me was digging deep into her blog archive for the greater part of the day.So in the afternoon..I have this dream..wherein I am at this lady's place..and I am browsing through her personal diary..on the sly.
Now..whoever is reading this post....*earnest request*..please tell me what you think of this particular dream of mine?


For now, my beloved mother is preparing polaou and rui machher bhorta..and I am getting more and more paranoid.Yes it happens with me.I get paranoid whenever food is being cooked.Like uh huh..how do I explain?..paranoid about waiting for the cookeing to get over..Thats why I cannot stand cookery shows on TV..they are all very depressing...

ooh and yes..next week is going to be fun.Me will go to my mamabari.Ki fun..:)