searching for a better thing to do while i while away my time in the hope of an all-out night out, i start blogging. but since i'ev got no topic in mind, and too lazy to do any thinking, here's a list off the top of my mind...

some things i like:

words like pleonasm (don't confuse with neoplasm) and adventitious
that i come across in friends' blogs (which incidentally make me look up dictionaries)
Amul ka Rs.5 wala chaas packet.
jeans, faded or torn by natural usage, not artificially altered.
recieving calls from long-lost friends, especially female.
wind blowing in my face, like right now, where i'm sitting beside a window.
raj's pc, coz there's always something interesting.
my roomy's attitude toward life.
frogs croaking and crickets chirping under a full moon lit night.
MD PC and his antics, especially on tours :D.
Volvo buses and reclining seats.
cute chicks in pink and blue furry lingerie.
nightly walks on lonely roads, especially with ones whom i can talk freely.
a dinner wholly on chawal and homemade achar.
my friends and my batchmates, their quirkinesses and solidarity.
keyboards that have non-sticky keys and heavy bases (like andy has right now).
not having to switch off the lights when other ppl are sleeping in the room.

things i don't like:

getting up early in the morning to attend shitty GRE classes, taken by Neeru, especially if its AWA.
loud music from movva's room, especially when i'm trying to sleep.
lalla trying to throw his weight around.
ppl who have reservations against me watching naruto manga.
security guards who force you to quit lab, even if it's before closing time.
having to sms out-stationed friends, rather than call, since they are on roaming.
ppl who say they will reply but never do, to your mails.
me.
videos and movies trying to pass off uncensored material as "demanding by the plot" rather than accepting it's pure porno sleaze.
misunderstandings, especially the ones caused because i really can't articulate my thoughts and feelings.
having to be a parasite on other's comps, coz i don't have the face to ask my parents buy me one.
excessive usage of first person reflexive pronouns (i, me, my, ..) in my writings.
that urge to have a puff whenever i see ppl smoking.


cya guys.