so i finally managed to work up the nerve to tweak my blogger template. Now i can add pictures that wont be the annoying tiny click-on-this-for-a-better-view ones.

You can only expect people to go through that much trouble if your pics are any good, and the ones i post here are..not.Well anyway Yay for that..

But the problem is my blog header(banner?) which looked fine before looks strange and lost floating around by itself in the middle of nowhere.

I'll fix it as soon as i can figure out what to replace it with. Sorry bout the eyesore. That is if anyone other than me is reading this ofcourse lol...

Otherwise this post will be the online equivalent of me talking to the ceiling fan..

to have your cake and eat it all

There are certain things in life that are sometimes, just not in your control. Bad things (and the occasional good ones) just happen and there’s nothing you can do to stop them.

Sitting at home for your exams for a prolonged period of time can have disastrous consequences for your weight. Despite my best efforts to watch what I eat, avoiding unhealthy snacking, looking away with determination from the cookies and chips when I go grocery shopping, saying no to extra butter and cheese, sometimes all my good intentions just fly out the window.

In this instance, a chocolate cake fell into my lap (my hands). Its not everyday that something like this occurs. So when Mom offered to give away atleast half of it, I declined without feeling any guilt, and I did what any self-respecting cake lover would, I kept the whole thing; and then, I single handedly demolished that half kg chocolate cake…in two days!

Its not something I'm proud of. Really it isn’t.

The funny thing is I’m not even that fond of chocolate. But it was cake! And it was good! And it was there, sitting in the fridge, waiting for me to EAT IT!! What else was I supposed to do right?

What was I thinking??

I’m the sort of restless person who constantly has to change my desktop and cell phone wallpaper, my ring tone and my hairstyle(although I had to stop this one cause I eventually realised I didn’t have an unlimited supply of disposable income, or hair on my head) on a regular basis. Its quick an gives me an instant (albeit momentary) high. And its about the only thing in my life that’s kind of in my control.

I also have the tendency to change my cell phone covers constantly to give it a new look when I feel like it. I had a whole bunch of em for my old cell. I don’t use those shiny cutesy thingies that dangle off a cord (what are they called?), mostly because in a place like Mumbai, you’d be virtually inviting someone to flick your phone if you use something like that… it makes it easy for them to yank it out of your pocket/bag.

But in my current N73, I had a very hard time finding myself a decent cover, and I don’t mean the absurdly expensive original Nokia covers. So I had to make do with my boring black keypad and cover for over a year, which looked great at first, but it can get really old really fast.

One day I was walking in a mall when I happened to notice one of those in-between-stores places that sell junk jewellery and other trinkets…and I noticed his rather large collection of N73 covers. Jackpot!!

In a sea of red, pink and icky ice blue covers, I spotted the sole green one. Now I had been strongly anti-Pink for the first 22 years of my life, and even though I wear certain shades of it now, I have to draw the line at pink mobiles. And I love green. So my brain kind of short circuited at that point and I kept thinking-buy the green one, buy the green one, buy the green one, so I did.

Its only when I came home and inspected it in harsh tubelight conditions I finally noticed the colour- it was a glow-in-the-dark shade of green. This wouldn’t have been such a bad thing, but the N73 is wide, and the part which cant be changed is very broad, so the black side and back with a weird green was looking terrible.

I almost gave up when I thought to myself, maybe I can just change the keypad. But the cover is insanely hard to open! The tabs are concealed under this overlapping part on the side.After two days of struggling with it I took it to this guy I know who gave it to this other guy who nearly broke two of his super long finger nails for my phone. But he finally did it!

So I come home triumphant and slip the new keypad into place and snap the cover shut. Then I finally saw the wisdom of the Nokia mobile designers. It was to save idiots like me from our bright ideas.

It looks like theres moss growing on the keypad. If my cell phone could talk it wouldn’t. It would probably just cry for the loss of its dignity.

Picture on a box of Qahwah (its a kind of arabic coffee,thick,strong flavour,aromatic and absolutely delicious)

When i was younger, certain supermarkets would distribute free Qahwah during certain days of the week in tiny paper cups. The size of Qahwah cups are small, they have no handles, and they look like mini bowls. We have a Qahwah cup set somewhere at home.

Its usually had without milk. I like mine with a lot of sugar, or with dates. The taste takes some getting used to because of the consistency and the bitterness. Its also popularly known as Turkish coffee.

I'm a huge fan of coffee, in any way shape or form. My coffee kick started when i was a kid, in the form of a candy called Kopiko, which tasted exactly like strong sweet coffee., andI used to eat it in place of chocolate(which i dont really enjoy all that much).

When i started college, i officially started having coffee by mixing a heaped spoonful into my milk. And i sweetened it with condensed milk.Not very healthy,i know.But it tastes soo good!! And I went from one mug, to two, and eventually my daily coffee intake became 5 mugs!(or was it more?) And each mug was around 300ml of milk! You do the math.

Coffee kills your appetite, and i had pretty much stopped eating. Not that i did it to lose weight or anything. Condensed milk isn't exactly fat free. Mom was really worried cause when she refused to buy me any more coffee I'd just go out and have some.

Then, during one of my 'vacations' to ksa, mom got rid of all the coffee in the house, and i couldn't go out to buy any by myself.

That was a really difficult time for me. I went through withdrawal symptoms., and i was cranky and depressed and frazzled all the time.I mean imagine going from 5 mugs a day, to none!

Whenever i'd pass by a vendor or a coffee place I'd make a sad face and look longingly at my mother. But she was pretty strict about it. And i slowly started regaining my appetite. She finally let me off the hook after about 4-5 months.

So that was it. Now, although i still drink the stuff, I've learnt to control my intake to 2 mugs a day.I've even had to cut down the sugar from 2 heaped teaspoonfuls to one level teaspoon per mug. Diabetes runs on both sides of the family so i gotta be careful.

The only sad thing is during exam time, i have friends who rely on the stuff to help keep them awake, but coffee relaxes me and ends up making me feel woozy. I'm actually immune to caffeine now.

According to my last count (which was a few days ago when i was cleaning my cupboard), I own more than 30 grey t-shirts in all shapes sizes and hues!!!

In my defense a couple of them are over 10 years old, but still...30??

I really had no idea my grey addiction was that bad.Whenever i go shopping and if there's a rack or stack of clothes in multiple colours, I always go for the grey. Somehow they tend to fit better than all the other colours. Or maybe its just in my head. But still...30!?!

If I line all of them from sleeve to sleeve, how far would they stretch? If i'm bored enough one of these days, maybe I'll sit and work it out.

The Exit sign can be particularly distracting when you're stuck in a theatre watching a movie that only you think is boring.
I wish certain difficult or awkward situations in life came with an Emergency-Abort button or an escape route.

You know you've been studying too hard when an episode of the Simpsons, where Homer is actually considerate (for once) makes you weepy:P