A Little bout Moi
i Hate...
-Himesh reshammiya or watever that chamiya's name is
-Cockroaches-i killed 3 yesterday by pouring hot water on them...it was awesome fun watching them die lying upside down,on their backs
-Ungrateful people
-Johny Bravo on cartoon network in Hindi...pisses me off
-Buying perfumes for myself..a girl never buys perfumes,she always gets them as gifts
-The guy who's been making me obscene phone calls today...
-Going for a movie alone in a hall
-Sunday evenings
-Monday Mornings
-Falling Sick...i miss my mama more then ever
i Love...
-Sun-dried towels
-Doin the salsa
-Walking barefoot in the park
-Being in love with the idea of being in love...
-Dilbert...makes me laugh
-the moon...makes me want "the something" i can never get
-Unshaved stubbles...basically,the rugged look
-Johnson Baby Lotion...even though it makes me smell like a baby and puts the wrong pheromones in action.
-Reading the blog i love reading
-The glow stars in my bedroom,makes me feel closer to the stars
-Gossiping with my friend Suehlan,she's from Neptune,& she changes her name on an hourly basis
-Overcoats
-Auli and the ski resort there,the snow there,the wooden huts there...
-My Levis'...Firstly,the dirtier they get,the more i love them and Secondly,they stick with me thru all my ups and downs
...that's it for now,more later!!!
-Himesh reshammiya or watever that chamiya's name is
-Cockroaches-i killed 3 yesterday by pouring hot water on them...it was awesome fun watching them die lying upside down,on their backs
-Ungrateful people
-Johny Bravo on cartoon network in Hindi...pisses me off
-Buying perfumes for myself..a girl never buys perfumes,she always gets them as gifts
-The guy who's been making me obscene phone calls today...
-Going for a movie alone in a hall
-Sunday evenings
-Monday Mornings
-Falling Sick...i miss my mama more then ever
i Love...
-Sun-dried towels
-Doin the salsa
-Walking barefoot in the park
-Being in love with the idea of being in love...
-Dilbert...makes me laugh
-the moon...makes me want "the something" i can never get
-Unshaved stubbles...basically,the rugged look
-Johnson Baby Lotion...even though it makes me smell like a baby and puts the wrong pheromones in action.
-Reading the blog i love reading
-The glow stars in my bedroom,makes me feel closer to the stars
-Gossiping with my friend Suehlan,she's from Neptune,& she changes her name on an hourly basis
-Overcoats
-Auli and the ski resort there,the snow there,the wooden huts there...
-My Levis'...Firstly,the dirtier they get,the more i love them and Secondly,they stick with me thru all my ups and downs
...that's it for now,more later!!!
posted by Gul at 7:29 AM
10 Comments:
Hehe...
I too hate Himesh "Nauseatingly Nasal" Reshamiya. I want to punch him right on that nose of his and eliminate the very source of the trouble. I'd in fact give my right arm for a chance like that, though I guess if I did, I'd have to box him with my left hand, which won't be sufficiently satisfying. But I think I can always fall back on plan B and kick him in case it he doesn't start to bleed immediately. I really just want to meet him once.
And I too hate Johnny Bravo in Hindi. That's perhaps 'cause I so much love Johnny Bravo in English. The hindi wala is simply not the same thing.
I too am a great lover of sun-dried towels. And a hater of wet ones.
But I have no problems with guys scratching anywhere... cause er.. I don't want to hate myself. And I don't know the first thing about Salsa, or even Johnson's Baby Lotion.
But, anyway, nice post. And the angel wali poem was nice too.
Keep writing. :)
Gosh..I thought that you were a follower of Shirdi Sai...n killing cockroaches by pouring hot water over them...sadistic friend.
Whoever made that comment...this CAN be a fictional piece too,please do NOT bring any doubts about my bhakti on BABA.I will not tolerate it and who gives you the right to comment on anyone's bhakti.
-gul
Chill ! I'm nowhere questioning your devotion. Fictional or otherwise, it was hard to associate such a thought with a Sai Devotee.I apologise.
BTW, there is Sai Bhajan in Talkatora stadium tomorrow.Some popular singers are invited.
OK,OK...U wudnt c any comments from me henceforth.
Good luck to you.
I dont know who you are but you dont know the least bit about me or my association with Baba.You brought up a very sensitive point ,therefore i retorted such.Well i wudnt say im a Sant or a completely pure soul.I have my set of goods and bads.With Baba's grace ,im trying to become a better person .Phir bhi aapko koi haq nahi hain kissi ki Bhakti par ungli uthane ki.
Thanks for the information about the Sai sandhya,though i am aware of it already.
Sairam.
-gul
Debatable.No comments since I promised so.
I didn't think I'd post another comment(after the one about The Unbearable Lightness Of Being)... but you mentioned how the moon makes you miss something, and that is closely aligned to what it does to me. But Romanticism aside, music must take on when the words cease to communicate. Download and listen to
Jack Ingram - Goodnight Moon
I am seldom the one for anonymous communication, so this ends here. Adios
Have u never been to Gulmarg ? You have to go to Gulmarg to realize that Auli sucks big time ..... even though I went there 5 years in a row to ski (that was ehen militancy was at its peak in Kashmir and Gulmarg was inaccessible).
Nice stuff on ur blog .. I read it once in a while.
``Can I talk to him. He threw it up right away and wasnt bothered with aught buta tummy ache and skipped two meals.
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``Can I talk to him. He threw it up right away and wasnt bothered with aught buta tummy ache and skipped two meals.
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