The Boy refused to meet me today. And yesterday. And the day before. Apparently he HAS to watch those idiotic cricket matches between teams that were named by someone who had very poor imagination. It is annoying. At times like this, I am very happy that, as a country we suck at most sports and don’t waste time playing them. We make decent sports movies though, we should stick to that. Also, movie halls are conducive to making out. Watching a cricket match that will get over in twenty overs, is not.
Saroja Saman Nikalo
1 06 2008Comments : 1 Comment »
Tags: cricket, the boy, Why my love life sucks?
Categories : Why my love life sucks?, the boy
Older and no wiser
5 11 2007I met up The Boy and some of his friends this weekend. They were all rather nice. Though I wish they didn’t make such a big deal about my age-their age. I mean, I am 23, not five. And they are 26, not 145. I dislike people who make a big deal about their age. Being an ageist (no matter which end one is partial to) is as bad as most other negative isms. In spite of their alleged maturity, I felt like their grandmother for the most part.
The good thing in all of this was that The Boy told me that he thought of me as the fumiest and funnest person ever. He was just a little tipsy when he said that, but I am basking and positively glowing because of that.
It annoys me when I feel happy. It is boring and I know that it will be short-lived.
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Tags: age, being me, friends, the boy, weekend
Categories : the boy
Break-Up
1 11 2007You know that it is time to break-up when The Boy blogs more frequently, than he replies to your text messages.
Time to write a Dear John letter?
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Tags: bleh, dear john, Men, the boy
Categories : Wisdom, the boy
Never try to trick me with a kiss
25 10 2007I have been re-reading - The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath. Need to get some new books to read. The Boy tells me that I need some happy literature in my life.
I find that annoying.
I am not an intellectual sort. I like books for the flimsiest of reasons. So flimsy that, by the time I am done reading with it, I forget why I like it. As a reader, I am what I have never been in real life: decidedly non-flamboyant. I am a grounded, straight laced reader. I disagree with the Boy’s assertion that I am an unhappy reader.
Why must one always be overwhelmed and swept away? It is insulting.
The Boy has this game that he plays with me routinely. It goes as follows:
Step 1: Insult me
Step 2: Profusely apologize
Step 3: Pull my ears, rub my temple, play with my fingers, find some excuse to pet and neck et al
Where did he learn that? Do the men I meet go to some place called – Special School for Morons?
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Tags: silly games, the boy
Categories : the boy
