Friday has been kind. Though a looming sense of dread fills me (Research Methods assignment) with emotions of fear and anxiety, I feel slightly rejuvenated after a rough couple of days. A lot of things require my attention at the moment but for some (less than weird) reason, I simply cannot focus my thoughts upon completing them. I know Jill is loathing my guts right now as I'm supposed to send in my letter of recommendation from our Mentoring Malaysia days. Well, I will get to it soon. I resolve to get the Research Methods thing up and flaring by tomorrow and grind my nose to the books to finish off the paper over the weekend even if it means I have to do the entire damn thing on my own.
Shamala akka (navin anna's fiance) sent me an sms last night. Unfortunately, as I don't check my maxis number as regularly, I only saw her sms somewhere later in the evening. I replied and everything, but of course, this little interaction set my thought process in a certain direction. I shall not expound upon it as I feel that if I tend to feed in to these thoughts, that are practically begging to resurface right now, I'll just spiral back into a new frenzy of self-pity and most probably wallow in it till I cry myself to sleep. I'm done spilling tears. I don't have tears left in me to shed. Lets move on.
Rakesh came over at about 11 with this movie called Role Models. I have to admit though I was really apprehensive about it, I did enjoy the movie quite a bit. Rakesh was his usual self, full of sexual teases and mischief. The movie we originally intended on watching was Tropic Thunder which for some idiotic reason would not at all play. So we had to resort to watching the movie he had brought in his pen drive. Lying on the bed with the laptop in front of us we laughed at the stupidity the movie offered. (I just have to add this bit cause it was kinda funny, Rakesh wore this jacket-hoody thing and when he came into my room he sorta took it out and according to him the maid in the opposite house saw him do so... And seeing that we were both lying on the bed watching the movie for slightly more than an hour, he later got up and as he was putting the jacket back on he said, you do know that you're neighbour's maid probably thinks we just had sex... I stared at him blankly and he went on to explain the "undressing, and tousled hair" - in my defence, his hair ALWAYS looks like that! All I could do was laugh it off! Me? Have sex? With Rakesh? HAHAHAHAHA! FUNNY!) Okay, my bad, I snoozed of for a minute or so a little towards the end but as usual Rakesh had to leave at 1 coz he had to go watch a movie with a friend of his... So I watched the end of the movie on my own... (I told you I would! Ha!) And it was pretty funny! Filled with profanity and sexual innuendos but utterly and awfully funny. (Yes, yes I eat my words :P )
What else? I suppose I basically spent the whole day catching up on lost sleep and doing house chores... Pretty boring to most people but in an odd, inexplicable way, I found it... therapeutic. I blasted my music (no one at home to whack me on the head for it!) I danced my way through the chores and finally retired early to the room. I know Shyam Akka is going to Kampar tomorrow and I should probably follow her as Swamiji does really want to see me but I just will have to grit my teeth and pass this time as I really need this weekend to finish off the annoying Research Methods paper. Shyte!
A grin, but not quite!
Done loathing you! =)
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sex dee? with ANYONE?????
YEAH!!! MY FUTURE HUSBAND!!! IT WILL HAPPEN OKAY!!!