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An apt image for me right now. Looks like most of my weekends I am going to end up feeling this way. Its the same old story and the same old rant. I hate having to promise something that I am not going to do and being promised something only to continue doing it. May I suggest something very simple? Just don't freaking promise me anything! It helps. Because once I know someone is not going to do it then there is no hope and no hope means no disappointments. And leave me be. 


But no...promises, promises and promises, what for? For breaking them after they are made. Take my parents for example, they always promise to take some action against a certain somebody for misbehaving. No that has not happened in the longest of times. And frankly I don't care. My mom is never on time so I just grin when she tells me to do something on time. And whenever I am around dad, he starts to crib about how dirty the house is! What happens when his lil precious one is around? Nothing. He goes mum then. Hilarious. 


And my boyfriend [he insists that we are still boyfriend/girlfriend even though we are engaged] has already started behaving like a disinterested husband. Work takes over my time for him. The MAC is more important and yeah, suddenly he wants shorter conversations. For heck sake, we have a long distance relationship which is already tough but no shorter and shorter it gets by the day. 


Romance has of course taken a back seat. He insists that we are never going to be a boring couple. But hey...I am already yawning! Bah. Whatever. I can go on and on. 


I love my work and moreso now because I don't have anything else to do. So its taken for granted that I am a workaholic and yeah, I will never be able to be the homely girl people expect me to be. I have one question - Do I look like I care? Frankly with so much going on...I don't. Think what you want to. There is time till I get married and I am going to do what I like till then!


Another stupid thing that comes my way these days is - learn to cook and look after your husband. Okay what about me? I am the one who is going to leave my family behind and go into a new house. So why doesn't anyone tell him to look after me? No, thats not happening because he is the Jamai. Nice. 


So I don't know about God and how he/she manages to answer stupid questions. Just don't ask me any. And if you happen to...then you will get what you asked for. You have been forewarned. 
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