I was on a ten minute study break but this stupid page was pmsing so now i only have 2 bloody minutes to write down what i want to.
Oh shit one minute now, ok think fast, fast, fast.
Damn i have nothing to say.
Oh i do have something that i was thinking about yesterday...
Being a female is really painfull. And im not talking about the emotional pain, im talking about the physical variety. Yesterday, i was hit by the fact that i hadnt visited Asha and Asha in a long time. And who are they? My two waxing women who had been missing me as i have conveniently forgotten that women in Pakistani society cannot get away with looking like apes. (Actually that stands true for most societies.. except Italian.. do you know their women just DONT wax their underarms?It just grows and grows and grows.. ok ill stop now) So of i go, not really wanting to, taking a book along so that i could hopefully divert my mind. And i enter, the familiar smell of hair straightening lotions and shampoo greets me, along with the deafening sounds of the hairdryers and the shouts of the owner directing all her "girls" as to who their next appointment was. So in i go, meet the A team (Asha and Asha) and make some cheap excuse for why i havnt been regular. They make me strip into that weird "gown" which is really ODD and could make a super model look like a frumpy 80 year old woman, it does absolutely NOTHING for ones self esteem other than eradicating it completely. I go and sit in one of the ugly white rooms and the process begins, it stings intially, with the hot wax bieng a BIT too hot, and the sting of the removal bieng QUITE brutal, but you get used to it eventually. As usual, they complain about how my skin is too sensitive, and how i need to go get a tan (its sad, but i might be fair, but not quite lovely it seems) and ponder over what the tatoo on my left ankle means. Its in japanese, so i dont know why they even bother, but i let them prattle on, while i muse over how i have a perfect view of their cleavages ( sigh.. im not a lesbian) and TRY to concentrate on what Tenesee Williams is saying. After a couple of funny positions and a couple of "dude that wax is too hot" type comments, im good to go, hairless and happy. I get the eyebrows and upperlip done (its agony.. pure agony) and pay, tip, and run for my life. Im free for another two weeks. I smile inwardly, yay!
Bloody hell, i spent 13 minutes of prime studying time typing about my waxing experience.
The retardation of my priorities scares me sometimes.
Back to the world of keats.
13 comments:
wasn't keat a sexmanic? :-| his poetry was... uhmmm...
haha now that BL has discovered your blog, prepare for comment inundation.
you didn't answer my comment asking where you got the perfect shoes from :(
heh hey ppl like to get comments. everyon egets a hi when they see the number of comments incremented. except me ofcourse. i tend to piss way too many ppl off. for me its the dreaded fear of someone coming and pooping over and me having to clean the mess. hehe. i is like that tho :-D we learn from interaction :-D
but keats really was a sex manic, at least that's all he seemed to be thinking about when he wrote his poems.
why should she tell u nf? then u'll have perfect shoes too. haha. now THAT is so not happening ;-)
but yeah, where DID u get those perfect shows from? im never allowed to buy shoes i like. yet when i do end up buying them after a lot of argument and embarassment (for me coz im being told in ublic otloud how pathetic my taste is, which it is btw) THEY end up wearing it more than me :-/
WHY
hahhaha.. my god i really dont want to tell you where they are from now coz after all the hype.. they didnt turn out to be that perfect
the story- I needed hot pink shoes, and after visiting all the aunty ridden boutique i walk into something called 'walkeaze' at the forum, find pink shoes with pretty studs in them for less then 500 bucks and walk out as a very very happy customer.
Except that they were BLOODY uncomfortable, i just ended chucking them at the side of the dance floor most of the time.. Guess walk eaze needs to rethink their slogan..
just read your comment on the categories of men entry..hahahahhaha
heh, oh dang, i was hoping i'd fool u for a minute. and make u go WTF? What the HELL is tht thing heh
oh yeah, the pretty one's are so damn uncomfy, they're just for putting on and sitting on the sofa, around the coffee table..just to show off... like those shoes on dolls... no good...
NOTHING can be a bice pair of sneakers. even sandla,s the ones with rubber souls :P i hate the smooth ones... i start wakin all weird coz if i dont i know im gonna slip :-| damn waxed tiles!
shoes should have hazard labels on them :-|
heels are so hot tho... altho ive been wearing the same pair i bougth years ago, coz i could never find another pair as comfy as it... they just look oh so good. :-)
oh AND keats was not a sex maniac.. he wrote about nature btw.. and was in love with one female named fanny brown (yes her name was actually FANNY) and he died at the age of 28, still i virgin i think..
hahaha all he wrote baout was nature having sex. heh.
hey i like the name fanny. i guess coz it was a chaacter in 'the enchanted woods'.
robert frost was the mega horny one. have u read his unpublished stuff?
oh well, our desi poets are corny as hell in their sher-o-shaeri most of the time too... its mor ephysical description and less poetry.
shit man. i tried that. bled for a week. i never want to try it again, even if i do look like a bear.
and horny desi poet king is Imamdeen. he used to be all the rage back during puberty.
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