Bhagsi

I like this picture...

Isn’t it funny how we change SOOO rapidly.. I found my OLD diary while cleaning out my room yesterday... SOOO CUTE!! For starters my handwriting was ridiculous back then – I’ve always thought it never really changed but I guess I was wrong. But I also figured out how INNOCENT I was back then – things I don’t believe in now I used to believe in back then (religion being one of them). Also the stuff I dislike now I used to love back then. Quite cute “indeed”.

Next week Monday my econs first draft is due. Oh dear – only just finished my introduction have SOOO much to do… Crap times three… Oh shit I’m seriously gonna die… Well at least for this coursework I won’t do it ALL in a week. And Mr. Morling said they’re talking to Cambridge to see if we can get a little extension cause our mocks were an obstruction. But the problem is that they have to be sent by Easter which is what, beginning of April right…

Nothing interesting happening… Oh yeah – I found out that my brother is coming tomorrow. YEAH TOMORROW!! I smsed him and he’s fishing right now and so he’s gonna arrive to Sydney tomorrow morning and leave in the afternoon. Idiot!! But I’m SOOO jealous, I wanna go fishing.. I mean the last time I properly went fishing (not the Bangladeshi style wear you wear a sarong and stand knee deep in a pond with a net) was like 2004 when we rented a caravan, got a bunch of friends and went somewhere.. That was a good THREE YEARS AGO!! And then of course I went to the stupid Kallang fishing pond but that was quite ridiculous. I mean it was an effing pond… But I had Swati so it was alright – but it was blasting hot.

What else?! Yesterday watched Guru with the folks and that was awesome... The soundtrack was awesome but I was quite pissed cause they got rid of like three songs in the first 20mins of the movie and basically spent the rest of the movie listening to little bits of Turkish music. Still – awesome soundtrack… Such good dialogues… “Don’t dream… Dream’s never come true… My father always told me... But I dreamt… Great ones…” Guru was heaps good. Afterwards we went to the Turkish restaurant for food – the one down at East Coast Park. And I was tempted to buy the sheesha pot thingy that the guy sold but Mum just glared at me. I found out later that we have one but it’s in storage in Bangladesh. Apparently she got one for my uncle when we were living in Saudi Arabia. I still remember one of my Dad’s friends would smoke sheesha a lot and his house had like seventeen for guests… Ahahaha…

Well I better be off – have a lot of Maths homework; I HATE mental maths… BYEE!!