the stuff of thought.......

I sometimes wonder why I care so much about what other people think.......I tend to have these weird theories for every odd little thing, which are totally justified if I explain them to you (in painstaking details of course).More on them later.

Lately I have been spending too much time with Roxy. That's her.
Ya I know she's a fish, but she's by far the sexiest in my fish tank and she's a great listener too :p

Days are getting sultrier and nights sweatier in Kolkata as the age-hold ceiling fan keeps moving with persistent angry groans.....

I by the way am trying to do the following:

• to get over Saturday-night loneliness
• to get the lying cheating bastard of an ex-bf out of my head
• to resist giving in to chocolates(they monstrously take over me)
• to stop leching at the phenomenally hot guy in my neighbourhood
• to read up as many books as possible(not because I don't have anything else to do)
• to remember to feed Roxy(since I never forget myself)
• to stop obsessing about why I’m always broke when there's a sale in shopper's stop
• to stop attending "biye-baris" so as to perpetually avoid aunties who think it's my turn next
• to go home more often(not that it helps much)
• to stop daydreaming in my deutsch classes and not laugh when sir makes funny faces to teach us how to pronounce the words..

Whoa!! I got ten things already and I could go on forever....
I guess I'm sleeping too less and thinking too much.