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Freewriting 7

I've become so blasé and down that I can't even be bothered to write on this blog. Not that there's anything to write about. All I've been doing is sleeping (a lot), eating (surprisingly little) and watching the films on TV that I never got to see in Toronto or in London. Munich was hell good.

That's basically it. Pretty much the same life as London, come to think of it. Except the food was better and there was orange juice and I could wear my snazzy winter jacket. But the ducks had gone. And the temperature's in the minuses this week too. So, I would have just stayed at home, eating Sainsbury's chocolate chip cookies and watching yet another episode of The Sooty Show, Mock the Week or Green Wing. Or Never Better...which I can't watch here....bugger and chips (I quite like that phrase, actually! I wonder if it solely my invention or another one of those stupid conscience collective moments).

I miss talking to Fati so much. Stupid internet doesn't really work that well. I just wrote a really great email to Umair and stupid Hotmail wiped the entire thing off. And God knows I ain't going to sit to write it all again; so You win this time.

Yeah, I mentioned him to my mum a few days ago with regards to eating hunterbeef burgers and making him envious. And she gave me the 'nah-mehram' dialogue.

'Mum, he's Sunni and he's just a friend.'
'Yes, Sukaina, but this sounds just like what happens in the movies.'

I wish I could tell her that we've already had the conversation and I am completely aware that he is most promiscuous with his emotions. He bestows his laughter and kindness on everyone whom has the fortune of meeting him. If he ever gets married, I hope his wife isn't as possessive as I am.

He has, however, told me today that he has turned kosher since a week and plans to continue in that vein. I think that's excellent. I wonder who inspired him. It sure wasn't me.

I hope Cocoa has only ginger and black and white kittens. I am so bored of brown. And they should have lovely coloured eyes, especially blue. None of my cats have blue eyes. It's always brown, yellow, hazel or green. Not that it's bad, I'd just like blue.
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