"the words that shall never be spoken"

Yes, I know I am short tempered and many a times get angry over illogical things (stop nodding your head while agreeing to it! I am your friend, defend me!). I feel a little not-like-shifali today. I feel really bad for being so eccentric and believing that what ever I do/say is correct because I am ‘Miss Never Wrong’!

I feel like apologizing to everyone who has been the victim of my faltoo ka gussa.

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Ah! Okay that is a LOT of burden off my shoulders. Now I am back to my ‘shifali’ mode. After all I AM ‘Miss Always Right’ =p

Okay since Chandrakant insists I write his name in this post, well, here it is! Woohoo!

Haha…by the way, sorry to you too. Don't get mad at me ^ ^ (My ass! who cares! =p )

Victory Victory Victory

Six runs needed off four balls with Misbah-Ul-Haq batting and JOGINDER SHARMA bowling…

Who could have thought that India was going to steal the show in that very ball; from that very ball onwards! *screams* *cheers* *hugs* *hi-fi’s* *claps* Well if this was the scenario in a house in Singapore with only 20 Indians, I don’t even want to imagine the chaos back home =)

We were all proud, proud of the boys who played brilliant under pressure. We could just imagine their happiness with their smiles and the thank you prayers (they WERE looking at the sky!!)

Of course, I was also thrilled to see Shahrukh Khan who had come down to support the Indian players. I wanted to turn into one of the Indian players, just to get one of his hugs that he broadcasted like nobody’s business! (But the excitement of seeing him had to be curbed in order to escape the weird looks and perhaps a few taunts from people around me).

Although Pakistan also played commendable today but India was NOT going to lose! World cup finals couldn’t have been more exhilarating and eye-popping.

A great evening! Studies start tomorrow with no excuse whatsoever. Goodnight…

*too amazed to speak*

Marvelous; astonishing; breathtaking; miraculous; phenomenal; spectacular; wonderful.

I wish I could think of some more synonyms for ‘amazing’, yes amazing, that is what the dances today by NUS Dance Ensemble were!

Sitting comfortably on my chair (struggling to enjoy the dance with tall people sitting in the front row; since when do you expect such problems in Singapore??) in the audience, all I could do besides appreciating the tremendous effort and practice behind the mind blowing performances, was to wonder if they were some special dancers or the human body can actually twist/bend/roll/jump/stretch that way!? I was pondering; can I ever do that and do it THAT good? Of course in today’s date I can’t (my foot has not recovered yet!). I’m scared what if I’m not able to even once it has mended and is in faultless state. I don’t ever want it to improve (because then at least I would have a reason to not being able to do wonders that the dancers today did).

But guess I’ll have to come face-to-face with the fact some day; till then it just leaves me curious…

Two Left Feet

I've never prayed/urged/craved for anything more, I think; not even when there's a lot to study 30 seconds before the exam begins; not even when I saw the most delicious/appetizing/mellow desert ever; not even when I reached home late when dad had been specific while setting the curfew; not even when didn't get to sleep enough because had to wake up early for an important class; not even when I was racing and had zilch energy left; not even when the results were going to be announced; not even when I had to say good-bye to that otherwordly/cute/cheerless face of Mishti's.

I've never prayed/urged/craved for anything more than getting into the NUS Dance Ensemble.

*Please God Please God*

Brainstorming

I am having this feeling of walk-a-step-and-you-will-fall-again-because-you-have-no-energy; weakness. I am not sure why though. Are my ligaments sucking up all the energy in me to get back to me for being a terrible, ignorant guardian to them? I surely should have treated them better. Foot has been a cause of worriment for almost 2 weeks now. That's one thing on my mind all the time; GET WELL SOON! The other things I thought about and concluded:
- It's not the thought that counts.
- No news is not good news .
- Some people need a 'Get the hell outta my life' and it's time to give that to them.