if it's a girl, we'll call her manori. if it's a boy, we'll call him marve.

hello fellos

hiatuses are now the norm, so i shall stop being apologetic about them. (in case you're wondering, my first reaction was to go with 'hiatii', but wiktionary saved me- huzzah!)

all afore-mentioned plans are still afoot, the house-hunting, the secret thing becoming un-secret, the weight loss (i would exclaim LMAO at this point, but my arse is not that easy to laugh off, sigh)

so essentially, i seem to be running very fast to stay in one place.

let's have a poem then, shall we?

watched New Moon*, oh Taylor! swoon!
read Breaking Dawn till the break of dawn
watched Paa**, thought it was blah
'cept Amitabh was disguised, hurrah hurrah!
so, in order: girlie porn, an early morn and mostly yawns

(oh! by the way, the title of this post refers to an amazeballs*** trip to Manori to celebrate Kalpu's heb'berday)

P.S.es
* the movie was jenng, i.e. rather rubbishy; except for the hot bods! thank you taylor, thank you robert!
** why the fuck is so much english spoken in Paa??? abhishek bachan made for the MOST unconvincing Indian MP in all cinematic history!
*** i would tell you what it means, but it's kalpu's invention; and besides, you've probably already figured it out. cause you're smart like that :D