I will have ONE of THAT, please!

Temptations...temptations....temptations!! How does one remain loyal to the boyfriend with so many temptations around? This is not to say I will leave my loving boyfriend for every Tom, Dick, Harry, not only are those name are simply disgusting, I would never have the heart to dump a fully trained boyfriend.
You know trained boyfriends? Well, they are the types you have had for long and they know everything about you and everything you need, for example when you need to be cuddled, and when to stay away. The best trained boyfriend would know when you are PMSing even when you don't. But that would be possible ONLY in a PERFECT world.
A perfect world would be where Daniel Craig would be MINE. Well, if not that, in a perfect world I'll be able to go to restaurants and order one of those yummy stars as a date.
Getting back to my favorite topic- DANIEL CRAIG'S amazing body..minus his pouting lips!I had multiple orgasms (I know, I know, too much of information but this is MY Blog I can write what I want if you are too ashamed to read about my orgasms...LOOK AWAY!!!) just seeing him move when I went to watch Casino Royale the second time. Arrgh! could definitely take in some of those kisses...According to my friends he strips off a bit too much in the film...and I say...the more the better! Hell! I could do things to that guy that would be too R rated for this blog so I will leave it for my imagination...

I WANNA...

I was browsing through ticket prices on the ever reliable lastminute.com and I couldn't make up my mind as to which one theater show I wanted to see over the other. So as a memo to myself (and a little reminder to watch all of them before it's too late) here is a list of theater shows I want to watch sooner than later:

Mamma Mia
The Phantom of the Opera
The Blue Man Group
Guys and Dolls
Daddy Cool
Monty Python's Spamalot
Les Miserables
Cats
Sound Of Music
The Woman in White

*phew* hope to be able to watch all of this

LET IT SNOW, LET IT SNOW





Last morning I got up to find my street covered in white fluffy snow. Although as the day continued the snow melted, but the sight was breathtaking. I was extremely excited, I guess, when you have lived in a tropical country all your life, a winter wonder like this does make you extremely happy.




I did manage to click a few pictures of my street and backyard. It's pretty crude, but with a little imagination you can actually see how beautiful it all looked.

MAYBE...BUT WHY?

I'm standing at the cross-roads of life. Many people say you come across millions of cross roads during your lifetime, the first one being the end of school. For me, however, this is the first serious cross road I'm facing. I'm torn between a thousand and one things and I am beginning to lose hold over my dream.
When I left school not much changed for me. I had always planned my life, always...that is up to this day. I knew I wanted to study Journalism, I knew I wanted to be out of Calcutta and out of India. London was always my calling and I smooth sailed through it.
Day 2, of my second semester, third year, I believe I am not cut out to be a journalist. I am not rude, I am not a snob and I am sick of not believing in myself. I love London, but I love home more now. I love that people identify when I walk on the street ... I love it that people are so easy to talk to (except that snobbish woman at the TV channel!!)
I've been called in by my professor again tomorrow and I don't see cheery things my way. Maybe I'll fail my year, maybe I'll never be a journalist. But I know for sure after Uni ends I am giving up! Giving up on having to prove myself time and again, Brits look down on me at work places because I am too courteous (since when was that a bad thing???) and back home people think I'm too pretty therefore, DUMB!!
For three years I've tried to prove to everyone that I am hardworking and that beauty with brains is not a rarity. I have tried to prove to my parents that I am not spoilt and I have tried to prove myself that life is better without fun.
That's it! I give up. After Uni I am taking a year long holiday and never looking back. Maybe I am not cut to be a journalist, maybe I am too dumb...but I am goddamn me and I don't want other people's expectations getting me down. I want to believe in myself. Maybe this is what my long life ambition should have been in the first place.