Dum loquimur, fugerit invida
Aetas: carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero
which translates as:
While we're talking, envious time is fleeing: seize the day, put no trust in the future.
So what am I doing here, talking? I shall seize the day, or atleast the night by:
-attacking that last packet of 'Time Out' popcorn (masala) while devouring an OVER read, extremely old issue of Reader's Digest
- lecturing one of my best friends through sms on what could possibly an extremely adverse move while attempting to hit on a girl (FIY: Attitude doesn't work. Girls like nice guys. Okay, okay, toss that halo. What I mean is, between Shahid Kapoor and Colin Farrell, I'd pick Shahid. Though a cross would be nice. Okay, SHUT UP!)
-listening to 'Tu cheez badi hai mast mast' (change song! change song!)...er.. 'All the love in the world' by Nine Inch Nails. Fine, the verdict is 'All star' by Smashmouth. Happy songs rule.
-Drinking gallons of medium cold water (my biggest vice)
-abandoning the struggle to continue typing for a presentation due anytime soon! Ahhh! Bed beckons!