Tall claims and close calls.

so a very long hiatus is coming up, i am heading home tomorrow,and il be back in mid january,which is a long time.
and to go without writing something seems quite callous. i have so many posts drafted,unfinished..some other time i guess.
i have to go over to the office in less than half an hour and invite some people who i dislike,the only person i do want to call is my boss. anomalies in life, i mean who likes their boss now!

The sister texts me saying "i hope you are happy now" which made me wonder if she had send something earlier and i hadnt seen,so i check inbox,nothing,so i text a question mark in reply. and she goes on to say "i broke up.hope you are happy"

i wonder if that was some kind of tactic she pulled on me? you know where you first accuse whoever and then say the bad news? well.i was happy! but she isnt telling details which is making me feel very sweaty and uneasy and panicky. enough with the adjectives allready.

i am usualy very excited about going home,but not so much this time. how do i put this? i am very sad. isnt that sad? i mean there is just a month to go and am sad.
barely a month.
the thing is everyone is annoying me including immediate family, family to be.
everything. in such cases i usualy blame me. cos if everyone has to be pissing me off, then i am the common factor,that logic.
but this time,i dont think so.

do you know what my sad graph looks like? as in what you have to do to cross the highest bar on it?
well its a pretty simple system actualy. for eg. i have mental notes of what is the worst thing a person has said to me so each time you add to it,its rated against your best score so far. like if the best score is ten then your current attempt is up against ten.

i am pathetic. very.
this just goes on to prove it. but in any case.
when i was really small, my mother would say the following "how many children are born everyday..scores and scores,even mentally challenged kids..why did i have to have you" or something to this effect. initialy i would just stand around shocked wondering if i was that bad.
then i became resentful cos i know i wasnt bad at all. and well then i just went on to become someone she dint know.
that is the worst she has said. so far.
My sister once said "you have no right to lecture me, you are the biggest hypocrite i know'
of course P consoled me saying that how things said in anger shouldnt be taken seriously and more importantly i did beleive the sister.

i would love to sit around and do everyone else, sometime other time i guess.
for now this is enough, you see when am miserable i choke up every other incident in detail. so i guess the wait for the flight is going to be seeing a very mournful tear faced person.
this is just so sad. this was not how it was supposed to be.

waves for now.

The day that was

I had the most tiresome day ever.i was writing this and then i forgot about it and put up the earlier post.
so around afternoon i went to check the reception hall, to figure out if they did all the extras in the quoted figure and the cake and so on, so while in the car i was on the phone with this girl who was telling me somehow about all her problems and i was nodding. i really was,but she kept pausing for me to say "yeah and then" each time she reached the climax. uhm. (weird that sounded in my head right now)
anyway it was really pleasant outside,very breezy and all which is very rare here and for some reason i kept thinking how when it got hot ie in summer, gets really hot, were would all the stray dogs go.then it struck me how i hadnt noticed and stray dog around at all,unlike in india where they make their presence felt, esp if you are on a scooty and its night and they are in their territorial mood.
so i ask her.
and she sounds very vague about it and also quite miffed that i would ask this in face of her himalyan problem.
no offense to her,but it was unbeleivably boring hearing how she was ready to kill herself if the job dint happen very soon. yeah,you and the rest of the world.

anyway so once i was done with everything it was evening, and i got down at this cafe to pick up these yum sandwiches they have? its grilled and the meat inside isnt really just grilled its dipped in some sauce, am guessing paprika and its the best thing next to khan chacha rolls and butter icing cakes and..ok this could take a while.so moving on.
so outside this cafe there is this outdoor area that faces the sea with a lot of chairs and umbrellas.so am waiting there when i see a dog!
and am thinking,ah, god is definitely listening in on my phone line.
i do this you know thumb and forefinger snap tog motion along with that lip smacking but inwards sound?
at the dog ie.it gets up and instead of being a friendly and wag its tail it starts barking and generaly making its disapproval known at being called that way i guess!
now you see, as much as i love dogs i am hugely scared when they display unfriendly traits so i look away,in the hope that it will ignore me,but it trots over and barks more. at a safe distance though of two tables.

i got up and went in before we made a scene there. so much for asking. trust me most times YOU WILL GET IT.

going on,
in two very separate incidents i got hugged,kissed and generaly mauled around.
so the lady who makes my food,i really like her, she is one of those women who i think if had been given education etc would have made it much bigger than just making rice and sambhar and tampering with recipes.
so since my salaried days i havent given her anything, and you know how its norm to give your all and sundry something once you become earning,working woman.
so i give her about 20bucks which is really not much,perhaps in indian money yes.
anyway she was all moved and put the note to her eyes and then hugged me and generaly looked choked up which made me think of how maybe no one had been nice to her in a long time for her to have reacted this way.

incident two: at my parlor is a sri lankan girl,around my age who does the pedicures and we got decently friendly, but like in many other cases* you know? where people tell me many many things of secret nature she also did. about how and she and her bf had come together and were living together but hadnt told the landlord guy cos of issues and how they were saving to get married and all.
nice stories,just hard on me cos the only reaction i mostly have is a pasted grin and uhm uhm aha aha...
so this girl had earlier told me how she much she loved toe rings when she was taking mine of and how she could never find pretty ones here, i agreed,very true.
so when i was in india and picking up stuff i remembered. yes,i remember stuff like this and i got her a pair. which i handed to her after which the above mentioned hugging happened.
i protested of course saying "oh thats allright" but she continued to vehemently let me know how much she loved and many thanks.

now.
here is my hypocricy.
so as much as i protested about all these affection coming my way am wondering if am really that not happy with it.
cos. you see what if she had taken it from me and said "oh a toe ring,why,thank you" and proceeded to keep it aside and contd painting my toes, i tell you i would have taken great offense.
so you see. it takes turn, i give, they hug, i protest,but.i happy and warm and gooey,well not that much,yet,inside.
pattern am seeing.

that was my day.

That time called getting hitched

So am getting married, i just got done sending out 70 emails to people who i once cared about,lost touch,are still friends, boyfriends of said friends, and so on.
i have the most wonderfuly sweet card as proclaimed by my people, all excellent.
now i just need to get home, lose weight, do some pre wedding making out, have boi pick out nice clothes for self and get married.
there is new tag coming,up.
like monica said "i am no longer a bride, just someone's wife" and chandler quips " and am that luck guy"

i so see that day!
not cribbing, its all great,but i am nt warming up really to the idea of being a married bachelor for another 6months hence.
two people not even on the same continent. perfect.

ok replies to emails are coming,more importantly delivery failed notices are pouring in! these people have gone and changed email id's and not let me know.
why am i calling them?
ans: cos i am sure 50% wont turn up due to emergencies popularly reffered to as boss,job,money and plain laziness.
now there is the added task,of going on Fb and finding proper id and then re mailing.
sigh.
it has already started! the painful uphill task.
being nice to people is so so very hard.

It is what it is.

If my thought process was completely screwd up, twisted and out of this world,that would be so good! lets say for eg that i decide i dont want to live a day beyond forty and the day that happens i shall just decide to end it all.
fourty seems reasonable? a life time enough to do everything and just about when all consequences of actions so far will present itself in diseases,regrets and fingers pointed my way..but what can you do at most to a dead woman. if i really go by the dead rules then no one will even comment on the way wardness, there could be a likely digging deep to find something, anything remotely decent that i did.
so in short, maybe, my blunders could be masked in a few things that i did, which may have helped someone.

Now the real point is, if i did decide to not live more, then lets see what i would do till 40.
to begin with i wouldnt get married, for obvious reasons. and for other reasons.
i would date a million guys in the quest for ultimate perfection, i would kiss every other guy who catches my fancy,without any qualms about my conscience not letting me sleep. i wouldnt bother counting the number of people i slept with and as the number goes up,feel that slight panic rise.
well apart from the carnal indulgences and moral deliberations there is so much more.

i wouldnt adopt as is my current plan, cos obviously by the time am ready to get into the grave he/she will be just about in their late teens,no fair.
so what will we do? we shall sponsor a little girl,open a bank account and have her study till she wants, buy things she has always seen and then looked away. have her give in to little little happinesses.

i would go rent that little room in darjeeling,anything that faces the kanchenjunga mountains. i would write that one book, take all the time in the world, experiment with the n number of recipes that i have torn and accumulated over the years in my blue file. i would drink whiskey and listen to cohen and billy joel for company,and when its dusk il light a lamp in front of my little wood carved deities and pray without folding my hands. talk rather of the day,i would spare me the convinience of a mobile phone.i would walk around naked in my compact apartment.
i would have someone over, just for the night,not for cuddles later, just for the simple pleasure that is sex and not see him again. not have him call me ever, and have to not make any explanations or exceptions to the said rule.

I could work in any place that pays me enough to save a little,i could work for 3 years and quit and go to vietnam,korea and cambodia.i could be part of volunteer programs and still see places.
there will african safaris,there will be spain where by then i would have finally mastered the spanish langauge that once gave me so much trouble.
i would keep black leather bound diaries that would speak of my tiresome waits in airports,of the many quirks of many strangers, the hugs and parting of some, and the joyous welcome for yet some others.
i would eat things that i cant pronounce without asking what it is, and then once am done il find out to be duly shocked at the idea of what marsupial i just ate.
i would have photographs for company, stories from people i meet on a train.

and when the wanderer in me needs a break,id come home,to my parents who are obviously in denial or disappoinment. i would be glad they dont know the worst is just in store. no point having someone else live their life as an afterthought of my rash supposedly harsh decisions.

i would let love be as elusive as its said to be. i would crave for it,at some lowest low,but never give in, for you see it is what it is. this was my choice, and 40 is here all too soon.
i wouldnt want to leave, but yet i would,neverthless.

Tv Is On

You know you are watching too much Tv when you have your favorite kingfisher calendar girl, mark my words.
now speaking of the above there is this super beautiful long legged woman am totaly rooting for,her name is,tara and she has got everything going for her.

couple of reasons why you should also see some reality tv:
1. you can totally feel nauseous about yourself, if you are not already ie with respect to what exactly you are doing about things such as diet and exercise.

2.there is a very hot Milind soman sitting around, sometimes dressed in some lovely casual white shirts, sometimes almost naked and still in excellent shape at 40plus.

3.You can continue to be surprised at the stupidity that is allowed even on national tv, like for eg all the leggies are sitting around our almost greek looking boy in this session about who they will kick out next, yes, the infamous voting out scene essential to all real-reel shows. so this one girl,votes another and when asked for a reason cooes,"i dhont lyke heer dhark skeen" -i say it like this cos this was her accent, not sure what part of the world she arrived from. now the other girl, in my mind already btw has my vote, goes,plaintively "but she is dark skinned too" so does this mean she has a problem with dark skin.
yes lady, any thing other than beleiving that someone could have a problem with you. right?

Tv also had for me, on Globe trekker in Travel and living where this lady sat in this very breezy looking outdoor area,i forget place, i vaguely think,korea/vietnam,so she has this sausage shaped thing in front of her, which i wasnt really looking at since i had just got back and it was 1 at night and i was busy piling food on my own plate, when i heard her say "its the penis of a --" i failed to hear that,in obvious disgust that overcame,i do think she said buffalo/pig.
she goes on to explain that the locals beleive that eating the body part of whichever animal in turn makes ur that organ stronger.

well, good luck with that strong penis lady. conclusion: "its uhm cheeewy"
aah, you say!! she took just a bite though, guess penises are really not her thing!

she also went on to eat in their worst food from the world section " uterus of a again---" something i dint hear,busy staring at said woven looking white filmy thing.
and lastly,wait for it; a family of 4 were trying to feed this guy seal's excreta: trust me i make this up not. i havent completely lost it yet and plus i would never have come up with seal!

They were also talking about the much pondered upon topic of national crisis: the deepika-ranbir break up. analysis has been going on for a while now,and we have two prime suspects,one is his mother the publicised evil lady who couldnt accept deepi as a daughter in law and we have our season flavor the pretty kaif woman,who is innocently running around promoting her zillion movies.
i almost feel bad for this katrina woman, not only does she have her own shit to deal with, whenever her supposedly boyfriend of a while,Mr Salman is disrespectful of any woman,its cos she has said something by way of pillow talk, not cos some people at 40 still need to learn manners.

ok am huffing and puffing now. you see what tv has done to me.it has reduced me to this.i am playing sides, indginant anger for underdogs.
yeah well.they say splitsvilla is coming soon. ps: gilmore girls on zee cafe,a whole season i havent seen. the joys i tell you are many.

Different Kind of stories

Yesterday night i was having tremendous trouble sleeping, something to do with my left toe not bending properly, thus reducing me to visions of osteoporosis and arthritis. i know no one of that is possibly related, but you need to remember they hypochondriac in me awakens mostly at dead of night.

since work is a mess with the visa not coming through for like ages, which in turn leaves me with very less to do and yet doing nothing. for eg: i could go to my thermo slims, am after all paying excellent money to some stranger to make me extremely thin,but no. i call them, book an appoinment for 12,but i woke up at 11, settled on couch and then saw a mallu movie i havent seen in a long time on tv and so my ass sort of protested about the effort to drag itself from said couch.
so i called them and did not obviously say the truth instead i mentioned something about car troubles, the lady who then proceeded to tell me how i havent shown face in a while, to check my weight in bathroom scales, to all of which i mumbled all the while taking offense at her tone. she,she made it sound like i was a 100kilos and will always stay fat!
i am a meagre 60 wanting to be a 55.
is that so hard lady???
i will make it.some day.not the day of senty mallu movie allright, or allen movies for that matter, or kill bill volumes.or re and re repeats of greys anatomy and.and.more.
but anyway this is all immaterial to the real problem.

so like i said they are in the process of securing my work visa,which was supposed to take 5 working days, but again,blame me for not giving passport size photo in time. so now its going to be a good week more, meanwhile i could contd with my guitar classes. yes. yes.
i know just three chords now! what does one do with three chords. but on the brighter side i do have my own song all rhymey and ready to be tuned.and never put on public display of course. these are very personal activities i indulge in,you seee.

with just a month to go for the grand event, my mother has been reduced to a wailing, whining banshee who gives me missed calls now and then. she comments on my said weight loss program with a sigh at the end of each of her dialogue meant to convey that i am just wasting precious money, who has been considering piercing her nose but is on the verge of not doing so and is probably waiting for me to push her into it. to which my response is a vague "sure its ok ma, i have done it twice already"
thats right. i pierced right side first, decided it dint look good,and in that process of deciding it sort of got pus filled and the fake stud i had in went deep and deeper till i had to submit to the evils doctors hands who did the task of fishing it out and then delivered a lecture which i do remember cutting short.

they played I am Sam on tv and i was reduced to a sniffling, hanky hunting,gulp in throat woman and the father came in just then to stare at me while i embarassed myself, in my defense i hadnt thought he would come in just then. not only did he watch the scene on the stairs where the about to be parent says all those lines which had me gulping again, he did not even bat a tear away. not one i saw anyway!

so basically it reminded something about crying and the different ways in which people cry. you know like for eg i cry without making any sound, as quietly as possible, i would much rather wail loudly and yes between me and you i do.when no one is around, sometimes i stand in front of the mirror and cry.
ma cries normaly, using two fingers to sort of gnash her nose and then one of her eye brows goes up and she is transformed into rudolf the reindeer.
the dad, very rarely found in throes of miserable tears mostly just looks away pretending something went into his eye!

i dont get it! what is it with men and not crying or whatever your issue is! i think its perfectly normal. like for eg i have seen all my ex boyfriends cry! ok. that.doesnt.sound.good.
not that i knew how to react to it, i am very bad with moments that involve physical contact.
ok. am.on a roll of odd sounding lines. what i mean to say is, if you are not thaaat important i wont be hugging you or holding your tear filled face in my hands. it will more of a pat on your back-get on with it moment. ya'all see?
right. moving on the sister cries in this wild eyed isnt anyone watching me yet way?
meant to convey that look-i-have-been at it for a while, just gime what i want allready!
the P crys, the times that i have seen ie with her whole body curled up into a small ball, hands in between legs ( sorry) and face clumped into a pillow. basicaly not looking at anyone. just makes all these sounds. nose, throat everything in work together sounds. she recovers fast too!
Tashu crying makes me sniffy too, i am all ready to be in sisters in tears! times when am glad she is usualy a happy bright person.
Em sort of never cries. except on the phone so i am not sure of facial expressions. The boi is a very macho boi, has insisted that he hasnt cried in the past many many years. who else?
i think that is enough tears.you think so too? wokay

speaking of which, i read the saddest thing like few days back. this lady i know, friends friend was looking for a home for a blind lab, its owners had abandoned it.
i wonder if she found something. i wish i had a place to keep a dog.
and lastly, we will conclude with the note that i am back on my feet again with respect to reading. i finished death at intervals at one go, ok fine! 2 go's and am very satisfied with myself cos it was sort of a hard read, which reminds me, i had underlined a few words which even in context i couldnt figure.
yes, i still use the dictionary and check up things.

More rants will be up soon. reason; plenty of time on hands and other body parts.

A girl cant be pissed now

I dont remember feeling something strong enough ever to actually keep someone else's feelings or sentiments anything at all, before mine.
till date that is.
I guess i thought that there was this concept of balance that would even everything out at some point in each persons life.
so basicaly if i was a nasty bitch to you, then you get your turn too. well, not that callously but on similair lines.
is that what karma is?

so, now am in this wonderfully horrid place where even if i am pissed off i need to take a moment,stop,ponder and then find logical reasons to back up this guys lines which have to begin with annoyed me enough to not speak to him. i guess my usual half baked way of saying things is probably not being taken in the right way and plus most of my annoyance has this way of being built up to an unimaginable proportion, for eg this one thing which i can i guess let go, i have added other things to it and am making this bitter brew which i do desperately want to throw away but am clinging on and on for some unfathomble damned reason which i think i do know, but wont say.usualy, i have a very simple solution for all this. say my goodbyes, say its not you,its absolutely me ( some lines never go out of style) and leave, here we have no such options.

Now it would all be simple if i could just go back to being the old me.
but instead. here i am, sitting and considering how he would feel if i were to say something in my usual careless, sarcasm filled way.

Does anyone even understand how painful this is.
Dont tell me your stupid stories about adjustments and its accompanying crap. i dislike insensitiveness. if you ask me to rank, here, cheating, insensitive and clingy are issues i have a problem with.
now the reason i guess it should all be ok, is that this person is by and far a nice guy. lets say his niceities are tad higher than his vices.
so maybe that is what makes it ok.

i guess i truly understand what letting go means.
not so good.

Letter to me

Dear me,

I know its hard living with dad,it involves additional doses of patience every now and then, no drinking which is
not a reason cos you dont drink anymore. right? yes,i do believe you said that to me once.
Its hard when he goes on and on about stories you have heard and possibly can narrate youself in the
exact same tone and gestures as him, but you still got to sit and nod along.
it gets annoying when he drags you to social situations cos he wants to show everyone his daughter!
yeah, you are right he doesnt get what a misfit you are and he probably never will.
its hard that you have to entertain him and now then by respoding ie making concversation esp when you are under the blanket with your book ready to nod of when he wants to crib about his driver for a while and about life in general! gasp! thats hard.

well what can i say? let me see if this will help.
keep in mind that there will be some day when he wont be around. where you will be left with just his photos and mails and
texts to remind you of his silly jokes.
you will not have him to hug when you lose your job and you want nothing more than someone who tells you
"screw this, you are good, we will get you something else"
when you will wish that he was around to make up lame reasons, the likes of " but you are look beautiful in saree,than ahem, these faded jeans,hint,hint" and smile goofily,all the time hanging around waiting for you to change.

there will be a time when you will have to buy his perfume and spray it on his shirt to remember
how it felt about those bone crushing hugs that you always protested at.
that, when you dont eat like you normaly hog, no one asks you "are you REAALY ALLRIGHT"
no messages reading " One more time KfC AND WE QUIT.BOTH ME AND U"
The familiarity of a speed dial will cease to exist, cos there is no one to pick up and the memory of those times come rushing back when you hung up saying "little busy dad, call you back" but you never did and it never occured to you that he might have actualy waited for that call,till he finally nodded off.

so what if you have heard it n number of times, listen a few more. does it cost you anything but time? so what if he leaves everything around and messes up what you just cleaned up. you wont always have to do it.
Cos.Tomorrow will never be the same again.
Tomorrow all you have is the photo on your wall and in all likelihood,regret left.
And you know more than anyone what regret does to people.
so get your act together lady.

Re living the romance

Girl: let today be honesty day,let me tell u everything about you that pisses me off
Boi: ok
Girl: i hate it
Boi: you're a pessim: ist
Girl: jus HATE IT when u cll me sweet heart ok now u?
Boi: you're a pessimist, i hate that you think that life will go south for you after coming here
now u

Girl: i hate how u have to discuss every god damn thing fr like ever n EVER,like jus gt on with it already
Boi: hmm
Girl: u can be teribly rude, i dont mind
Boi: you change plans many times
Girl: we l forget this tomorrow or try ie
Boi: ok
Girl : i see
Boi: :)
Girl: :) you say too many sorrys!
Boi: haha. yeah
Girl: u dint come fr ur OWN engagement
Boi: whoa! I did!
Girl: ok dts 2 u well u know wt i mean
Boi: and you know what I mean
Girl: do i now
Boi: :)
Girl: do me do me, NO pun intended
Boi: sigh
Girl: cmon!! i must piss u off prety well!
Boi: I hate that you dont call nor you take my calls
Girl: :) i try, u always cl wen am of2 wrk or back frm on d way
I hate it dt u steal my blogs
Boi: I stopped!!
Girl: well, u did
Boi: I went and got my own!
Girl: good fr u, hury up, urrf
i must be pretty perfect for u2 take dis much time
ha
Boi: i hated your script writing plan because i was insanely jealous of that guy Girl: i prefer former ah yes,i hated that u were jealous and masking it
in this whole grunt,sigh thing wen you are jealous you are jealous!! end.
Boi: what was I supposed to do!!??
Girl: i duno!! u cnt ask me everyting
Boi: tell u not to do something you wanted! cuz am jealous!
Girl: ok think more
heres one, i dislike most of ur jokes cos fr one i dont gt it and 2. u pause expectin me 2 laugh
and thn i have 2 fake laugh and when i dont,U MAKE IT WORSE BY ASKING WHY AM NT
LAUGHING
Boi: I do not ask!!!!!
Girl: u do too
Boi: I
Girl: twice
Boi: DO
Girl: thrice i counted
Boi: NOT ask
Girl: uhm well
Boi: liar!
Girl: i win cos you wer drunk all 3 times
Boi: oh
Girl: its like drunk bad jokes damn!! ok me
Boi: I dont see what you see in calvin and hobbes they irritate the heck outta me one more?
Girl: sure
Boi: I hate the fact that you dont give my dressing sense any chance everything I get is dismissed even the most recent ones
Girl: i dnt say a word!! wt d F!!i just did not react!
Boi: I said am wearing what I bought to nats engagement and you said no
Girl: i dint say anytin
Boi: like plain and simple
Girl: u goaded me
Boi: you said no
Girl: after which i said no
Boi: admit! admit admit
Girl: ok fine ugh i did and damn u
Boi: good now me
Girl: ok. This mus be harsh anyway,i dislike ur funny tooth,You keep sayin ur brushing! whats with all d holes!
Boi: they're from before!! when i was a kid
Girl: y u discovered d brush recently?
ah i see
Boi: very funy :)
Girl: :) ok me
Boi: I think we'll stop
Girl: nooo NO no, this is the way to a healthy relationship..
Boi: Right!
Girl: and plus i know there are tons more fr me
Boi: ok we'll have to stop soon cu I have a meeting comeing up ok?
Girl: oh and damn ur meetings
Boi: yeah i hate when you say that I always leave when i leave for work classes meetings
when you leave I dont say a word
Girl: cos u dnt care enuf :P
Boi: haha ok me two more?
Girl: you are jus plain weird and i dislike ur obsession with ur need to clarify and re clarify
and make ur point n blah blah am hoping i never hav2 witness that.
Boi: ok fair enough
Girl: me
Boi: I think you're an idiot for not listening to me when it comes to anything about your health
no vitamin c,no drinking water always you fall sick
Girl: i drink enough just like you said
Boi: and you keep wondering why why
Girl: 2 make pee white sigh!!
Boi: ok me last one
Boi: i cant think of any ok wait
I thik you're highly arrogant, you forget how I sometimes do things for you and then you prick me for mistakes I made or stuff that I did
Girl: n oh i agree totally with arogant part but i louw u fr nt saying what the hell is she arrogant about which i hav heard all life
Boi: I love you,you amaze me with your love for your family and friends, your writing, your sensibility and your looks.
Girl: looks eh??
i love you cos u care enough to make all the right decisions for me,you dont stop and give up even when am at my worst behaviour, u wrote me 16 page letters. :)
and despite being horrid with dates,u always remember d 18th everymnth
Boi: :) now what?
Girl: arent u glad we did the horrid thing?
Boi: totally my ego is boosted
Girl: good fr u
Girl: go now?
Boi: yeah you sleep, i meeting
Girl: bye