and here’s a follow up to that post!! July 13, 2009

S:  ZOMG!

me:  wat??

S:  Who’s B in the Gtalk convo?

me:  Guess!

S:  I can’t..

too bad at it

me:  cmon!

S:  umm

Oh wait

B stands for Bxxx

“a heterosexual man”

from this I can make it out easily

Gotcha!!

me:  lol

S:  I dont need to ask you but I know that I am correct!

me:  so then, why did you?

S:  LOL

I couldn’t guess it untill I read it again

me:

good enuf

i wouldnt want anyone else to guess

unless bxxxx reads it

which i highly doubt!

S:  he might

he’s heterosexual

remember?

me:  lol

wtf iz dat supposed to mean?

S:  That means..

he’s just gonna google for Lesb and your blog will show up

and he’s gonna read it.

me:  lol

bwahahahahahhaha

Random gtalk conversations that still make me laugh! July 13, 2009

Bah! i love the ending!

me: u suck1

6 minutes

6:15 PM b: WHAT?

6:16 PM me: neva mind

ur slow!

b: grrrr u lesbo

6:17 PM me: haha i know the thought turns u on!!

b: thats true, i admit

i love lesbians

me: haha

perv1

perv!

b: so?

6:18 PM why hang out with me?

me: isso malikade pisso, burua

cus u remind me of this girl i once made out with!

6:19 PM b: tell me

what did u do?

and i remind u of a girl?wtf

6:20 PM me: what do u mean what did i do?

u remind me of a girl like sinead oconnor or demi moore from GI Jane!

6:21 PM b: i mean how was the making out like?

demi moore? what the flying fuck?

me: haha

6:22 PM the making was good

quite sensuous actually

no stubble or anything!! very soft

mmmmm

hahahahaha

6:23 PM b: and what else?

u two got nekked?

6 minutes

6:29 PM me: haha arent you the curious one?

8 minutes

6:38 PM b: i am a man

a heterosexual man

6:39 PM me: haha..

thank god u clarified!!

6:41 PM b: so gimme the juicy details

6:42 PM me: no way…

6:43 PM its too too personal

6:45 PM b: okay

but gimme an overview

a birds eye view

no need to make it a porno

me: why?

arent you satified with your past sexual experiences?

6:46 PM would you tell me if i asked you what it was liked with your girl>?

b: umm no

6:47 PM but as i said i am not asking the gory details

me: whatever…

6:48 PM b: besides i like to know things

me: watch porn!

6:49 PM b: precisely..you dont get a real life explanation of things from porn\

6:50 PM me: haha ask another girl then…cus im not telling im sorry…your gonna have to bribe me to get that information out

b: whats the bribe?

me: be creative… depends on how merciful i am today

6:51 PM b: hmm lets discuss it

me: haha ur wish…

6:53 PM b: what?

how abt i acompany u when u shop?

(He goes on to say he wants to buy something for his girlfriend)

b: i was thinking of lingerie…she mentioned it once obliquely

me: will get there faster and on time

okay..

dyu know her sizes?

7:03 PM b: thats a problem

i don’t

me: shit…ummm ok..

7:04 PM but roughly you do ryt?

so we can prolly get her some nice underwear and those negligee sorta tops

7:05 PM that are lacy and see thru..

we dont want a wrong bra

itl b a waste

7:08 PM b: yeah that was the idea

i roughly know

me: k…

so you dont need to buy her a bra-y thing maybe just a bikini top yknoq

im going into lokhandwala today…

7:09 PM u wanna look around…

but i cant stay long i gotta go home quick…

b: damn

i am tied up here today

dont know

when are u coming here

okay i will finish my work in 30 minutes

7:10 PM me: im leaving by around 7-45 / 8 from here

but where is she currently?

xxxx?

b: ya

7:12 PM me: http://www.xxxxlingerie.co.uk/

check that out

b: cant

at work now

me: haha

7:13 PM save it and check later

i dont even know why im doing ths

u figure it out and let me know ok?

7:14 PM b: lemme see

7:16 PM me: k

so u wanna come along today

or shud i just go ahead

7:17 PM  me: ok…

7 minutes

7:32 PM b: okay where do we meet up?

me: aight im leaving here!!!

ummm infinity/

mayb n then we’ll take an auto to lokhandwala cuz i dunno the buses that go to lokhandwala

7:33 PM b: okay

i am wrapping up shit

7:34 PM me: ok…

but dont bring it along

myt smell

Write, Write & Right. July 9, 2009

So, today, I just want to write, write and write. Don’t ask me why, or how? It’s just one of those days, but then again, what does writing mean to us? Everyone is different and the nice thing is, writing is an outlet. Regardless if it’s a rant, rave or just a desperate attempt to fill space. But it happens. I started my blog ranting about a break up, what I learnt from that experience, was that I could write and write and write and that page spoke for me. I write, because I can.

I write because I have something to say, because the spew in my brain wants to purge. I write because the world we are in was created to be expressed and sometime speech fails me. I write because I see so much passion in the people around me, I see their yearning to be heard, I see the opportunity to speak for them. I am outspoken. I rather write.

I write so someone in my future will know me through my writing, that’s all we will have. My writing. I can help that person grow; tell them to keep dreaming, striving for what it is they want. I write because I would go insane otherwise. I write because I am insane. I write because I am a writer, just like a dancer dances because he/she is so.

I write because it gives me power unlike otherwise. I have control. I write because the pen lets me be anybody I want to be. I write because the pen is my instrument and my words, its melody.

I write because I often get frustrated and don’t know any other outlet. This is me. These are my words. I write because my limit is infinite and my thoughts real. It brings me immortality. It gets rid of the noise in my head.

I write because I can. I write because it transforms me. It clothes me. It plays my music. It voices the truth. Sometimes, it’s true, sometimes not. Sometimes it’s in between. I know what I want and my writing helps me achieve it. I write because I don’t have to stay in between the lines. I write because I can.

I write because my heart allows me to. It speaks too. Just like yours. It hurts, it smiles, it loves, it hates, it laughs, it cries, it lives, it dies. I write cuz it is my nature to write.

I write to make sense of a difficult world.

Why do you?