*Tadaaaaa...dummmm...DIIISHHhhhhh*
And happy it was, the New Year :) Also, overly eventful and extremely dramatic. Now when I think back on those five days, it's like a stop motion film in my head. Starting from running at T3 to catch our flight after the final boarding announcement. Everyone laughed, giggled and pointed at the two girls who were literally strutting around the airport initially, now dashing across rows and rows of seats. And then these girls ran clumsily with their bags slung over their backs, their hair flying and they cursing, very audibly. Hotness said we'd probably already ruined our impression on the hot male stewards on Kingfisher flight. We'd probably be stared at by EVERYONE present on the flight. And we could just forget buying that awesome big jute hat we saw at Mango ON SALE. Then came the meetings, the more meetings, the chugging the chewing, the hollering the hearing the fits and the fights and the awaited new year bash which seemed never ending till the shots took effect.
I'm back and I'm cold. I'm cold because I'm back to bullying myself to do what I do everyday. I'm cold because I don't have an awesome, dramatic and page 3 life anymore. I am cold because I want to continue to eat out. And yes, I am cold because it IS BLOODY COLD INDELHI
Anyhow. Buffy, now famously called 'fifi' by my maid, has his birthday tomorrow. He will be 17 years old. Nope, he's not graying, he's not any more senile than he already was and he still looks like a dashing young fur ball. Yes, that's right.
So that's all for now. More to come later.
All the love and all that jazz.
And happy it was, the New Year :) Also, overly eventful and extremely dramatic. Now when I think back on those five days, it's like a stop motion film in my head. Starting from running at T3 to catch our flight after the final boarding announcement. Everyone laughed, giggled and pointed at the two girls who were literally strutting around the airport initially, now dashing across rows and rows of seats. And then these girls ran clumsily with their bags slung over their backs, their hair flying and they cursing, very audibly. Hotness said we'd probably already ruined our impression on the hot male stewards on Kingfisher flight. We'd probably be stared at by EVERYONE present on the flight. And we could just forget buying that awesome big jute hat we saw at Mango ON SALE. Then came the meetings, the more meetings, the chugging the chewing, the hollering the hearing the fits and the fights and the awaited new year bash which seemed never ending till the shots took effect.
I'm back and I'm cold. I'm cold because I'm back to bullying myself to do what I do everyday. I'm cold because I don't have an awesome, dramatic and page 3 life anymore. I am cold because I want to continue to eat out. And yes, I am cold because it IS BLOODY COLD IN
Anyhow. Buffy, now famously called 'fifi' by my maid, has his birthday tomorrow. He will be 17 years old. Nope, he's not graying, he's not any more senile than he already was and he still looks like a dashing young fur ball. Yes, that's right.
So that's all for now. More to come later.
All the love and all that jazz.
