Archive for March, 2005

Tuesday — 18 Safar 1426 — 08 Caitra 1927 — 29 M…

Tuesday — 18 Safar 1426 — 08 Caitra 1927 — 29 March 2005

I think I have hit a completely unprecedented level of comfort and ease with my boyfriend.

I mean, just today I smsd him that “evil manipulative web weaving bitch”.

Although I am very happy that I can say this to him but at the same time I am completely worried that he might actually take this as a sign of insanity and in turn find out about all of my other disorders. It would be unfortunate because I already have a plan whereby I will bring them out one by one as our relationship starts to get monotonous.

Two years into relationship and it is starting to get monotonous. Jalal reaches into the bag and takes out obsessive compulsive disorder. Five years into the relationship and it is starting to get monotonous. Jalal reaches into the bag and takes out multiple personality disorder and introduces new dimensions to the relationship.

Oh how fun I am.

Mr B is very lucky.

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Monday — 17 Safar 1426 — 07 Caitra 1927 — 28 Ma…

Monday — 17 Safar 1426 — 07 Caitra 1927 — 28 March 2005

Ahhhh, Monday. That most beautiful of Allahs creations. The day after the sleeping habits have been destroyed. The day after we have had a touch of heaven. The day after we realize that we can live. The day after we realize that life may have meanings other than doing the same thing over and over again and seeing it rejected over and over again by our superiors. The beginning of another week of toil and traffic.

Another issue with me and Monday is the starting of all the dread. It is a dread, a fear, a hidden longing and a known feeling that I will not be able to meet Mr B all week long. Due to our working schedules. So, instead, I decided that I will not have it. After work, today, I just went over to Mr Bs place and made out. Nothing better than that to suddenly end all of your apprehensions about the week. I would suggest it to all of you out there.

Sunday — 16 Safar 1426 — 06 Caitra 1927 — 27 Ma…

Sunday — 16 Safar 1426 — 06 Caitra 1927 — 27 March 2005

Ok, this post is written by Mr B. Under my supervision of course. So here he goes …

obviously the self proclaimed expressionist would be all cherry and peaches about himself…but reality is a bitch and erm according to him i am a slut..therefore here it goes…. he is one mother fucking sexy asshole….he is a dickhead too, he is opinionated…just the way i like it…proclamations proclamations…i wouldnt call it a temporary thing from my behalf atleast..yes i’m as smitten as santa’s christmas gift socks waiting to be filled up with goodies….you pervert…guess what mister jalal decides to say when i say that last sentence….he thinks about sex… :S…he fills me up good, just right..and we havent even had sex as of yet..what to do mister and misses….i might throw some shoots i might even miss em but hell this sure came out to be a three pointer…..all the way down till the bottom of my soul…..
i wanna write on and on and on and on and on and on and on andon andon

Saturday — 15 Safar 1426 — 05 Caitra 1927 — 26 …

Saturday — 15 Safar 1426 — 05 Caitra 1927 — 26 March 2005

I got my first proper pay check this month. I had to buy gifts for everyone from it. My grandparents, parents, uncles, aunts, cousins, siblings and friends. Oh, and yes, there are other names on that list that I have not mentioned simply to keep the list seem normal and not completely berserk. I actually knew that all of my paycheck would go into gifts.

I hate gifts that I have to give to others. But I love the gifts that others give me. I specially hate all the thinking involved when you need to buy gifts for someone else. Why the hell is it that I cant just give them the money without thinking at all.

I went to do my shopping with Mr B. I think it makes a statement about how I feel about him. Also, it tells you guys that I knew we would have to park in some dark, lonely covered parkings and I might get some sugah. Which I did. Ahhhhh, I love the idea of teasing Mr B. I am such a tease and I love it.

Fuck, I need to get a life and talk about something else.

Friday — 14 Safar 1426 — 04 Caitra 1927 — 25 Ma…

Friday — 14 Safar 1426 — 04 Caitra 1927 — 25 March 2005

I am so fucking smitten.

Thursday — 13 Safar 1426 — 03 Caitra 1927 — 24 …

Thursday — 13 Safar 1426 — 03 Caitra 1927 — 24 March 2005

I commute about two hours a day. That gives me about two hours to read or listen to music or just watch my city as it grows and changes. I actually do all three. Of course in order of importance, that is watching then listening then reading.

Lately I have been reading a lot of Faiz and listening to a lot of Farida Khanum, Iqbal Bano and Mehdi Hassan. They have all started to make so much sense all of sudden. In the past couple of days. It is almost as if a door has been opened and light has been allowed to flood in.

Thursday — 13 Safar 1426 — 03 Caitra 1927 — 24 …

Thursday — 13 Safar 1426 — 03 Caitra 1927 — 24 March 2005

I woke up with such a big fucking smile. I did not even know that my mouth muscles are capable of being pulled so tight. Ah, well, all the more better for Mr. B (yes, I am going to call him that from now on, in honour of Blackadder).