I dont know youre name, and I never actually found out. I was so busy organizing and re-organizing that I didnt actually get the time to do anything else. You kept the paints, as did most of the people with you. You told me you would use it in school.
I didnt know you actually attended school.
Someone told me today that I was a good person with bad habits. Weird thing to say, I dont really know what to make of it.
Im listening to spanish/italian/french music right now. Jesus WHAT is this? And what a jutt I am for not being to able to tell the difference between spanish/italian/french.
Im so exhausted that typing in itself is like a chore. This post is so disjointed, doesnt really make much sense. Come to think of it, not much does anymore.
I should reply to people on msn, I just couldnt be bothered.
Today on the way home we sat silently. No music, no talk- just us and our feeling of contentment. J began this whole 'hit the spot' saga, in which he pretty much got everything to go his way. Basically, he wanted to eat that food that would hit the spot, listen to that song that would hit that spot and indulge in the intoxication that would hit the spot. We drove around for what felt like hours trying to find his damn hit the spot song but nothing ever worked. There was always someone in the car who had never heard that song before or for some reason couldnt stand it. Khair, there we were, me having made the mistake of calling shotgun before realising what the job entailed. A frown on my face, I raced through his play list, putting on every song that I figured might just be the ONE.
This?
No.
This.
Hell No
THIS?????
Dude, is that the macarena?
Heh, so after stuffing ourselves at Mr Burger, we departed on our 15 minute journey home and I began to think that his bloody spot would just not be hit today.
Then, comes on Hum Bhoolay by Noori.
LADIES AND LAYDAS! the spot was hit.
We listened to it twice, the first time quietly and the second time with handmovements and emotional voices.
Bloody brilliant I must say.
Life is ok, today was great, tomorrows look a bit dodgy.
Goodbye for now- the sleep is acalling.
3 comments:
pip pip old chap....uhhhh?
oh I LOVE mr burger. Used to live in one of those flats right along boat basin and they had Mr burger and yankee doodle and oh so many restaurants there that stayed open all night.
How i miss those karachi days.
Sigh.
Sometimes, only sometimes, i think you k-ites have it better.
Hmph.
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