#ThirtyTrinkets Day 17

It’s another happy day. I’m on a Rollercoaster ride. Despite having a long day at the academic block where I fought mental strife, controlled my sleep and lived with the pain in the ass (literal one, because I was sitting from ten to six), it was a pretty chilled end to the day. ( A shot-ful one if you know what I mean) Are you getting tired of my trinkets? The days never seem to end do they? That’s what happens when you undertake a project for yourself.

I am not happy with WordPress’s latest updates. Apparently my 2G net on the phone is not enough to upload the pretty(I like to believe they are) pics that need to go with my posts. Here I am, re-editing the post.

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I bought this in a relatively new gift shop in Kammanhalli when I was actually gift shopping for somebody else. (I forget who? Oh! Was it the Secret Santa that I had to gift in Office? I found this irresistible and got it because I knew if I hadn’t, I’d think and obsess about them for a while.)

 

Adios for now. I’m hoping to go out for a movie Tomo and get a lot done on the room scene too, it’s that day of the month when you really need to tidy up your living quarters.

So long.

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Tra la la

It works! Every simgle time. These words – Blah, lah, la, they’re so amazing. cause they convey everything you want to say and yet deep down, mean nothing.

And then there are days when every fibre of your being screams winner!

It’s been one such day. Don’t get me wrong. I didn’t ace the test that happened today. Three hours to write everything you knew about four subjects, two of which were so similar I forgot what I read where, and you’re an alien if you didn’t complain.

No, not kidding. I didn’t burn the midnight oil so I do not deserve to get your sympathies. I slept quite fine, thank you. Kind of makes me hope I have tests every day – such was the blissfully deluded sleep.

Let’s just skip the mandatory ‘how was your test?’ and assume it was the best ever. (I don’t even know if I passed Sem 1, that’s how early we get our results out here).

Well I’m glad it’s over. And you know what? I made a commitment and stuck to it. Okay fine, it wasn’t a biggie. (Should really stop hanging out with ‘Mol. He’s ruining my vocab.)

I just controlled myself really hard and with the weirdest measures to avoid going to the city. Now you’re thinking really? That needs commitment? Hey, when you’re left with ten days to show up at home with a puppy face, ten days is a lot of time for the meagre amount of pocket money that you are trying to save.

There are days when I’m so baffled by my thoughts that I give up thinking. Nah. Not really. Sample this: When I resentfully thrust a 500 under his nose and the Bhaiya at the coffee shop says no change, part of me is glad that I can stretch it a little longer.

Unfortunately though, just the way in which most of my resolve eventually crumbles, this one does too and by hook or crook, you’ll certainly find me sipping on the delicious cold coffee until the syrupy sweetness has emptied and the straw nuzzles the glass to make noises that people find obnoxious. It usually always elicits some disapproving looks and even an ‘eww’ from some. Hey, it’s coffee, okay? A Sinfully good one.

The simple pleasures of life I tell you. A warm shower, a strong cup of coffee, some funny conversation and a good book. Life is simple really. (Course not,  who are you kidding!)

And then the slightly confusing but welcome calls from home mostly every night after 9 (They just discovered that the landline works! What’s more, it even offers free calls. And who doesn’t love free, right?)Well, you have those calls that leave you wishfully thinking you could teleport and eat the chicken that is most certainly the dinner at home. You talk, and talk some more and there’s the awkward ‘what else?’

So you weigh out some more info(you do understand why you need to be selective here, don’t you?) until finally your friend sees her crush and you have to go stalk them and annoy them until they finally hate you and yell. (Thankfully, we’re still stuck in stage one, might take this semester to get over this.)

So, time to face reality and hope to God that the soya they’re serving me today is at least a little good so that it won’t have me cursing the missed bus.