Several things, that don't merit whole posts, but just little *did you knows*.
Zerefore, I vill begin.
I have never bought perfume for myself. Ever. They've always been presents, usually from people visiting from abroad, but when I was seventeen, my first boyfriend was also very loaded and he bought me Bvlgari. On Valentine's Day :) I bought him a sweatshirt, which he quite liked actually. Anyhoo, the reason I'm going into this is because my aunt was visiting recently and she asked me whether I wanted any clothes, and I said no, but I did want perfume, and so she gave me the money and I went to Shopper's Stop and bought the one perfume I have lusted after all my life, even buying a fake version at Palika Bazaar--Davidoff's Cool Water for women. Mmmmm. I love it. It smells all sexy, as opposed to the usual floral scents I go for, and it makes me feel all straight-haired and small-nosed and HOT.
Guess what else I have? Guess? This fabulous machine, which I love and want to have babies with and live in fear that it will leave me. The screen goes round and round! And it has a cool pen thingummy which activates a touch keyboard! And it has wi-fi! And a DVD writer! I've never owned a laptop before, my cousin gave my mom a hand-me-down one, which I took when I moved, but it just kept giving up every now and then and it was HEAVY. This is light and shiny and it's MINE. I'm thinking of calling it something, like a single-syllabled name. Like Xi. Or, ooh, Mo. My Mo, my mo, my mo, my mo.
I'm soooooooo tired, thanks to running around for the past week and to top it all off, went for the opening of a new nightclub last night. Ssteel at the Ashok is now opening as SoHo, and it's quite nice. I, of course, got very very very plastered, but hello, they kept putting fresh fruit martinis in my hands and there was nothing else I could do, right? Small and I were sitting by the bar, flirting with several people, at least, I was. After a point, she was a blurry thing in the background to me and, as a result, is mighty annoyed with me this morning. I found friend's brother, who was also very hot, and draped myself around him all evening, even bumping and grinding to (good heavens! It's all coming back to me now!) Right Here, Right Now. Also met someone who I made out with once upon a time, and had a fairly strange conversation with him, which sadly now, I do not remember, and it is bothering the fuck out of me. And at some point a girl squealingly threw her arms around my neck and told me we went gambling together in Hyderabad when we were 10 years old and I would have embraced anyone at this point so I said, "Okay!" happily, and introduced her to Small as my childhood friend. Then met another delectable boy who was in love with Leela at one point and dated Priya as well and so sadly could not hit on him, but I batted my eyelashes longingly nevertheless.
Oh and chatted up random boy at bar who said, "Wow, your job reminds me of that movie, Page 3."
"And that's the first time I've heard that line," I said.
The sarcasm, however, was lost on him and he went on to explain how the movie was so "deep" and he kept thinking about it and revisiting it, because it had so many meanings.
Alcohol should not be served in public places. :)
Oh, and I almost forgot to mention. This week the stats counter reads 100599 and I have finally reached my one lakh goal! I love you all, thank you for reading me. *big, sloppy, hungover kiss*