I wish upon a star..

So I watched MI:3 yesterday. And as if Tom Cruise wasnt enough for a 'paisa wasool' movie, they threw in Jonathan Rhys Meyers just to be sure (he played the coach in 'Bend it like Beckham' and he is Irish. Need I say more?). Oh, the hotness and the cuteness quotient shot through the roof, ladies and gentlemen. The action was good, the pace was fast and the plot was moderate. the leading ladies were crap. And no, I'm not being a biatch because I was jealous. They really were bad. But there was Berlin, Vatican and Shanghai, all in 2 hours. The Jupiter and me could not stop ooh-ing and aah-ing.

The rest of the saturday was spent studying. Also in hogging yummy pizza and garlic bread. And in drinking 1.5 litres of masala pepsi. Oh yes, another of those yummy concoctions, who's recipe I cannot reveal. But it suffices to say many have fallen to it's charm *wink*.

Of course we also dressed up in the evening to go shopping. To reward ourselves for a good afternoon of studies. Ummm... we didnt! Because the stores close down by the time we got ready. Bummer. But still, atleast we dressed up. That is what counts. Apparently. My nails are painted the brightest red ever. The colour is aptly named Chick Flick. And no, they dont look trashy. And yes, that is a good excuse to wear red shirts, carry red bags, and tie red scarves. Oh, the excuses!

Announcement: The niece has been named. Rewa. A star. I am sure she will be. The photos have come in. And the 3-week old angel looks pink and small. Very very cute!