A bi-polar post.

I like the sound of water falling.
Rain, waterfall, shower, tap, anything.
It refreshes me. Mentally.

Nestle's cold coffee is not bad.
I kept it in the freezer too long.
Now it's frozen.

There are days when you wake up in the morning.
And you know your day is going to suck.
Today was one of those days.
I survived. I'm glad.

I hate losing my temper.
I never shout, no, but i do get all serious and weird.
I always feel like such an idiot later.

I want my cellphone to beep today.
Its not beeping.
Why it is not beeping?

You don't always have to be able to relate to a song.
Or a movie, or a book.
In order to be in love with it. No you don't. I don't.

I've realized, and accepted that people are not permanent.
They come, and go.
You just have to deal with it.

And now i need to talk about something, that is definitely going to exceed three lines. Okay. I do NOT get how people just judge other people based on how 'religious' they are. I do not understand this concept. I literally don't. How do you judge? Who exactly are you to judge? How is their religion any of your business? Do you know their life story? Do you know what they do or think or believe in their hearts and minds? Do you think you're qualified to go preach your opinions to them? Do you think they're interested? Did you ask? Did you consider it important enough to ask? Is your meaning of 'religious' the same as theirs? Does it even matter to you if it isn't? What does being 'religious' mean anyway? Is there any one definition? I believe not. Lets see. One guy. Prays five times a day. Check. Recites the Quran. Check. Beard. Check. Shalwar kamiz (shalwar above the ankles). Check. Check check check. Religious enough for you? Sure. Okay. Same guy. Blows up a mall at night. Religious? Not so much? No? Did you know? Could you judge? I don't think so.
I hate how people just make their minds up about other people like that. The stupid, baseless judgements they pass. I hate it. I just really really do. And I've seen it happen too much lately. And it pisses me off every single time. Its nauseating.

Okay. That's about it. I'm done.
Funny how this post is so. Bi-polar. Yep, that's what the title is going to be.

Gotta go study Neuroanatomy now. Yuck.

Bullets 2.

I made tea today. And then sprinkled coffee over it. Overdid it a little. Wasn't so bad.

I love my new green towel. It's the softest. I want to hug it.

I lost my brand new Galaxy s3 four days after i bought it. Let'snottalkaboutit.

Nd buys me novels. Without me having to ask for them. It's like I have an awesome free supply of all the books i want to read. He just gets them for me. I love that. Reading, Girl who played with fire, these days.

I'm desperate to pass my Biochemistry viva and test. And my upcoming Brain substage, and then the Stage. Plisspliss.

My stomach's acting weird towards caffeine, as if i've never had it before. And towards mangoes. Weird.

This time next month, i'll be home. Ah. Joy.

Hugh jackman looks really good in Real Steel. The kid in that movie is fun.

I need to discipline myself. In every aspect. Really really need to. Things are getting out of control again.

I had a dream, in which i had a dream in which 6 cats, in my living room kept staring at me in the middle of the night. Creepy.

I'm reading a lot of blogs these days. Silently though. Which isn't too nice, i know. But at least i'm reading them. So, yeah. Okay.

Bunking goodfornothing lectures with W is fun. We talk a lot. A LOT. And it's fun.

I stole this really comfy shirt from s2 the other day. It has black and gray stripes on it. I love it.

I have flu. Since. Forever. I think. It's permanent.

The cafe downstairs serves this rice dish called Masala rice. I have reason to believe that they drug it. It hasn't been once that i had a plate of masala rice and not fallen asleep right after i got done. Not even once. So yeah. More like. Charsi rice. Beleev yoo me.

I want to laugh really really hard right now.

Alright bye.

Conversations: me and s2

Stalking someone online with s2:

Me: man, marry him. He's your t
ype.

S2: hahah. He does write good.

Me: i know. Marry him.

S2: but he looks too young.

Me: but he isn't.

S2: yaar. Koi goatee type rakh leta to phir bhi.

Me: Haan to kher hai. Tum rakhwaa lena na.

S2: hahahaha. Ok. :)

The purposeless post.

Great. First my head hurt, so did my mouth (mouth sores :( ). My wrists hurt because of bruises of unknown origins. And now my stomach hurts too. If its because of the kababs we ordered from the nearby place, im going to very mad. Because the last time i had normal 'khana' was when i visited home last week and i don't want it to make me sick.
Anyway. Its 4 a.m. Four thirty actually. Its a sunday. Im staying at the hostel because i need to study the Brain for my substage tomorrow. I haven't been able to sleep all night, what with my entire body hurting and everybody dozing off without refilling the air cooler for the night. So, you can imagine. The garmi. The discomfort. The frustration of not being able to sleep. Killing. So i finally got out of bed and decided to fill the damned cooler. And now that its full and functional, im finally lying down comfortably, writing this purposeless post.
I've got to organize my thoughts more. What's wrong with me?
Alright i think i'm done writing my purposeless post. I have nothing more to add.
Oh, except, i got my new phone yesterday. Samsung galaxy s3. Loving it. Okaybye.