Btw,

I just realized that I'm freaking 20. Damn.

The beginning of a new era.

I was busily languishing in luxury, my head stuck in a pool of unproductive, non-intellectual rom-coms, after a grueling semester and a not-so-peppy internship, when a cloud came crashing on my head. The moot problem. Which I had been waiting for, with bated breath, for the last 2 months. I had resigned to the fact that vacations were meant for enjoyment (only after the not-so-peppy internship, of course) and home was the haven of laziness and hard-work would only be possible in the presence of equally competitive faces, a.k.a, not-at-home (NOT that I don't enjoy that, but the cribbing just makes it sound more real, and in any case its not the work that leads to the lamenting, it is only when the work becomes an overdose). However, I am much mistaken. The era of Semester V begins even before I reach my favorite desert.
What I foresee for the next semester:

Work

More Work

Some faculty members sitting on my head

Black Instant Coffee

Travel ( a lot of it)

Attendance issues, perhaps leading to a fine, because of above-mentioned reasons

Parle G to keep me company and Cerelac to substitute meals on the 'I'm not walking to the mess' days. (and I am proud of my cerelac addiction. Its filling, nutritious and absolutely delicious, so what the heck)

Chocolate, and pastas EVERY TIME I go out.

and vodka, in limited amounts.

Please, please, dear God, let there be light.

and, let my fan-and-cooler function normally.

I shall melt.

Cutting hair short = Life changing decision.

Damn.

Who needs outside-people when you can seek comfort in yourself? There's nothing like curling up with a stack of books, and a mug of hot-chocolate, and devouring them till the crack of dawn. Cell phones should be banned.

Is it impossible in today's incredibly conservative society for a girl to love herself and to feel comfortable in her own skin without being mistaken for a bimbo who's out for some fun?! Is it so difficult to have conversations, meaning conversations.

I am sick of a lot of things.

the perfect sunday!

1. sidey nonetheless cute Tamil movie, that doesn't contain any fighting or knife-stabbing.

2. the longest, most luxurious apple-smelling body massage.

3. shopping.

4. very-vanilla latte.

5. more shopping, and amazing shoes...!!!

6. wine (and lots of it till pleasantly buzzed).

7. homemade Chinese food.

I love weekends.