I loooved this movie… Its based on a book & features, Gerard Butler | Jeffery Dean Morgan & | James Marsters… fully drool-worthy… My favourite part; a tie between Gerard Butler doing a striptease and them showing us all of Jeffery Dean Morgan… And I do mean all….

 

Also saw this last night… Reminded me of why i love Queen & my doctor in the far-flung village.  The envrionmental mesage was badly stiched into the story, but the music was soooo much fun…

I also saw this…. cute… It’s about all i can say…

older…

alcohol: that’s one way to describe my birthday. there was a lot of it. and for once i had fun on my birthday. this despite the fact that on the 27th, i had my second ever panic attack. i called up home all breathless and freaked out and only succeeded in freaking my mum out… my dad called back later to check on me and then wanted to know how it was i knew the term “panic attack”. huh! so much for being daddy’s precious little girl; i did psychology for 5 years… d-uh!

 

 

The lovers (Mishty + the Ass & Mak + the Germ) bought me floaters… yay! Pink & grey: Nike. I’m really not a brand person, but when Nike first opened shop here, they didn’t have shoes my size… their staff informed me that I’d have to wait a bit till their kids section came to bangalore… Bah! Well up theirs! I get adult shoes my size thank you very much…

 

 

My aunt from Delhi (my absolute favourite one) got me a pretty ring and conned me into a chaperoned blind date with some guy she met on Facebook; i.e. a stranger. I mean, my gawd!!!!! I ran before he showed up. Pity though because her friend (40+ & married) was hot!!!!

 

 

I did the whole drunk dialing thing again. On my birthday that is. No, I’m not telling you any details but let’s just say alcohol + rampant hormones are never a good combination. In the future, I’m either calling Joe or I’m telling whoever it is I’m with, to take my phone away from me…

 

 

She who called me at 3 am was endlessly entertained though, so it wasn’t all bad…

 

 

I met my drummer-boy the next day & here’s the thing… the zing was just not there!!! I’m not saying I hate the guy now, I’m just digging the fact that my head is un-clouded enough to facilitate intelligent conversation… Before, I’d go there and ramble on, get stoned & go to sleep. Now, we talk! Yay me!

 

 

I got lost on my way to his place, again. Much to his annoyance / amusement, I couldn’t really tell. The boy’s got skills though! He was working on this sari that needed to be painted as part of some restaurant’s interior decorative thingy and it was beautiful… but me being me stepped on the sari first… before he physically snatched me away from the vicinity…

 

 

Man, my landlord is an arsehole! First off, my geyser’s not working and he’s done diddly-squat so far. So everyday I die a little. The water is abnormally cold in my loo. I tried to heat water in my rice-cooker but every time I use that for anything other than maggi, it causes the electricity to trip. So after half an hour of attempting to heat the water, I get barely lukewarm water that just about takes the teeth off the ice from the water in the taps. So I’ve just given up. I run to Mishty’s and luxuriate in the hot shower… I can’t keep that up for too long though. I’m going to withhold my rent till the bloody geyser’s fixed. If that wasn’t enough, the old buzzard…

 

 

 

**hey, Mc Kenna’s Gold: old turkey buzzard suddenly popped into my head. Whatte song… at least I think it was that movie… I didn’t stay awake for more than the opening credits. I think the only one who managed was the Ponytail… I think. The song was insufferable enough, but I stray away from the cruelties of my landlord. Like I was saying…**

  

 

The old buzzard has asked me to fuck off during the Christmas season because he needs my room as his son is getting married. Is he even allowed to do that to me? Mak is all incensed on my behalf and says that I should give him the finger and stay put. But, I don’t do stuff like that… I’m peaceful. [Which according to Mak, translates to me letting folks walk all over me] I can’t remember the last time I lost my temper… 

  

 

No, wait. I do remember. It was when I came back to my room & discovered my roomy had changed it around; without telling me. I went berserk, I went to Shals’ room and proceeded to beat up her bed with her pillow and I threw my phone against the wall which completely totaled it. She totally freaked out, but that was followed by amusement… I think. Bit rich coming from her… ( you)

 

 

I digress again. My point is, what am I going to do? I told Mishty who I hope is going to ask her mum if I can stay there. But it’s Christmas time… (a) I’ve no idea what my plans are and (b) if I’m going to be in Bangalore, I’d feel weird just showing up at Christmas time… I mean, I’m a Scrooge but that doesn’t mean I want to dampen their Christmas spirit time… sigh… and I’m never telling my folks. My dad will call my arseholey landlord up and be all nasty. He never thinks of the fact that I’m the one who’s going to have to face the dude later.

 

 

Oooooooooh… just remembered. Have thingy tomorrow that if successful, will mean that I’ll have to move out of Richmond road… that’s sad. I love my place. I always fantasized that if I moved out of there, it’d be into an apartment with Su… She’s about the only one I can live with.

 

 

 

My party-boy’s in town and so far, I’m glad to say that other than one ‘incident’ which was before he even actually moved here, I’ve been able to hang out with him and not be tempted to do anything…

 

I’ve even made up with the Circle. We’re all friendly now…

 

 

dancing queen

Summer Sisters

 

This book, I have to read every couple of months. Everyone is obsessive compulsive to a degree, don’t you think? Mishty groans every time she comes over and sees this book under my bed or on the windowsill. I love this book without reason or logic. That’s not to say that it isn’t a good book. It is. But I have withdrawal symptoms when I don’t read it for a while (a while being about 4 months roughly).

 

It’s about a pair of best friends. Victoria (Vix) Leonard and Caitlin Sommers, their friendship, families and loves and life…  it always reminds me of Anu and me. The copy I have is actually stolen by Anu from her oldest sister and then I in turn took it from her room the last time I was there.

 

Vix and Caitlin have this pact called the NBO (never be ordinary) Pact. Every time I read that bit, I remember Anu & I promised us that we’d go to the West Indies when we turn 30, and go completely insane… In the book, Caitlin brings Vix to Italy for her 30^th birthday. It ends with the mysterious death of Caitlin…

 

I think of this book as Anu & I on paper. American and a little screwed up, but us all the same…

you spin me round round baby, round round

 

Time-out is coming to Bangalore… I first heard of them when my friend told me about them and I’ve been exploring their site and stumbled onto their calendar of music festivals for June July and August. Just look at the bands playing… awesome!!!  (http://www.timeout.com/london/festivals/features/2912/Foreign_festivals.html#july)

 

So, this friend of mine has been going on & on about me doing a boyfriend blog. Well, since I’m single there will be no such blog. I could do an ex-boyfriend blog but anyone who knows me, knows them. I talk a lot. I’m one of those people who spills all the minute I decide I like you. But since I was asked nicely and all… here goes…

 

My love-life is this big circle. I swear. Nothing else describes it better. I was 19 when I was first asked out. The boy, let’s call him Neo was my senior. I turned him down to go out with the Rockstar.  The Rockstar in turn never got over his previous girlfriend. But he and I were good friends and still are.  He was my first love and first break-up. After the first time, the Rockstar and I became an on-again, off-again pair. He was beyond sweet though… He sang to me and actually blew me a kiss from stage, during a performance once… All the women in the audience were like, “Ooooh” and “Awwww” and, “Who’s that for?” and while I turned red and tried to become one with my seat, people were craning their necks to see who I was… His friends blew me kisses for at least a month after that every time they saw me in college… That was embarrassing…  Recently-ish he was performing “What a Wonderful World” and blew me a kiss again… It was bittersweet…

 

The Rockstar was followed by the Circle. I call him that because after every relationship or relationship-type thing, I’d find him. We had chemistry, we were like Ariana; It flowed and exploded completely out of our control. My friends were always shocked when they saw me with him. They couldn’t believe that I was capable of that much well… mojo. The Circle and I were never actually in a relationship. We just… were. We don’t talk these days. It’s too… complicated to explain…

 

Then came the Party. The name says it all. He’s super smart and a ton of fun… We get along like a house on fire… Even today.

 

And finally Neo. (See, I told you it was a circle) I got together with him after the Party. He wanted what I was incapable of giving…

 

There were random people in between but no relationship since… it’s been awhile coming to think of it. And no, my parents asking me about marriage is not going to spur me into anything. I need to get the rest of my life straightened out first…

bitch

Full-blown panic…

 

I always get edgy when my folks are around. It’s a reflexive reaction. Usually, I’ve screwed up somewhere, & there’s always a lot to hide. This time oddly enough I’ve been a good girl. (As far as you know!)  But I met my mum today & suddenly she was going on & on about my getting married. WHAT THE F***? This is totally new. I always figured my folks would let me be. I mean, they have let me be all this time…

 

I’m in a bit of a conundrum. My professional life is well, screwy to say the least & I do not need the added pressure of my folks threatening me with the rolling pin & a stranger. Shit! When did this happen? Right now, I’m a loud ‘Boo!’ away from losing it…

 

Talking about losing it, have you heard about the Gloucester Girls? What the bloody hell I say? 16 year old girls plan to get pregnant together so they can raise their kids together & all anyone can say is Juno & Knocked Up are to blame because they glamorized teen pregnancy? 

 

(I’m rambling. It makes me feel better. Ask anyone. When I start rambling, it’s always a sure sign that I’m freaking out…)

 

Ok. Have hellogoodbye’s ‘here, in your arms’ playing… it is such a happy song. It’s one of those songs that makes your head bob and your fingers snap without your thinking about it…

 

Now have ‘When the Lights go down in the City’ by Journey… I loooove that song, it does something to me…   I know it’s about San Francisco but there are times here in Bangalore, especially at dawn, the sky is this lovely red & there’s this breeze on which you can totally smell the rain & at that moment in time, you believe in magic & fairies & Santa Claus… and this song always accompanies that moment…

 

Sigh…

 

Ohhh… on a nastier note, this girl who sits next to me in office is the ultimate pain-in-the-butt. She’s the sorta person who thinks that just because she sits next to you, she can open your cabinet / handbag and help herself to anything in there. Just so you know I hate it when people do that. My stuff. Not yours. Do not touch.  My friends and a few chosen family members are the only people I will tolerate such behaviour from. Not even boyfriends… (says a lot about me, doesn’t it :P) So, she was off yesterday and the day before and her bloody phone rang incessantly… it drove me up the wall on Wednesday, so yesterday, I very happily gave her mobile number to anyone who asked… hyuk hyuk!!!!! She came back today telling me how her holiday was no holiday at all, as work called her all day…

 

<evil smirk>

 

 

I kissed a girl and I liked it…

That song is so snappy… it always makes me smile…

 

How’s everybody?

 

I’ve been working and occasionally kicking men outta my place.  Guys, just because a girl lives alone, that does not meant that it’s an open invitation to ravage her. Or even attempt to. The rules still apply, you have to be asked. Jeez!

 

I know I’ve said this a million times before, but being grown up sucks. It does. I work, I come home, I pay bills & that’s about it. Nothing else happening. Have been reading though, a bit of Murakami a bit of Marquez and other less impressive authors…

 

Man, I should update this often. I forget stuff I want to write about…

 

So my dominatrix came down & we had a strange but completely alcoholic (that’s not so strange) reunion. I spent a night at le rock where this dude kept toasting me with his glass every 5 minutes. I was super-amused. So this friend of mine has a new boyfriend, cute as a button.  But there’s something that’s… not right… do I say anything or not?

 

My dominatrix is in love!!!!! I’m thrilled for her. She’s soooo cute. Yet trying not to be… <sniff sniff> I totally miss her.  Actually, I’m in this ‘missing all my roomies’ phase. In retrospect, I was superbly lucky. I always had brilliant roomies…

 

I’ve actually been hanging out with my cousins recently. Well technically, Neats’ is my aunt, but she’s only a few years older than I am. I’ve been sorta bonding with her & her fiancée. Really nice guy. German. Very soft-spoken. I’m so thrilled for her… J 

 

I think somewhere in these archives I’ve mentioned that I’ve a slightly psycho family whose only ambition in life is to ‘save my soul’. Well, one of those is actually getting married. I thought he’d never ever give matrimony a chance. It’s funny though.

 

Ooooh!!!!! I got really drunk (ages ago) and told the drummer boy I thought he was superbly hot. Needless to say sobriety kicked my arse the next morning. What’s worse is that when I went to a play that evening,  he was the first person I met during the interval. I died. We’re on talking terms…. sort of, but he doesn’t reply to my messages… (WTF? I mean, so I get drunk once and tell him he’s hot. It’s not like molested him! I thought guys were more appreciative of these things…)

 

Matt’s getting hitched. It’s so weird. I mean after everything that’s happened he’s finally happy. I’m super-thrilled for him. Now if Mishty & the Ass would only get it together and get bloody hitched…

 

I need to get away from the city. And I don’t mean to Kerala. Right now, I really really want to be in Delhi, both Joe & Appu are there and those two insist on calling me late at night. They get such cheap thrills waking me when I have to get to work the next day.  Kids!

 

So work’s doing whole sucky thing again. I think I’m one of those people who is never going to be happy no matter where I am and what I’m doing. So I’m thinking, I have one life to live so I should just go with the flow. Which translates to I need a job that pays me way more… (hush. No groans and advice) the amazing thing about where I work now is my team. I’ve like a really nice bunch of people I work with. Even my interns are nice. (yes, I have interns!)

 

Oh oh oh, the other night, I actually met my boss in Kosmo. That’s this new club on Cunningham road. He actually came up to me & my friends & introduced himself and was all smiley and nice… a lil freaky that…

 

My folks are gonna be in town.  They prevented a friend from staying with me… that was sucky. I’d have had fun… thinking that I should tell them to bring down all my books. I like my books around me. It’s been a while since my folks and I have had any serious arguments… but you know parents, they’ll find something to kill you with.

 

I haven’t seen a movie in ages… ah well…

 

My ex is in town. Poor chap. He hung out with us, on a day that the Ass had important news so it was a little well… quiet. He hasn’t called since, which is a good thing. I was freaking out. I was so sure I was going to end up heart-broken again…  that’s definitely not going to happen now…

 

This was fun… totally going to happen again… sooningly…

a working-class hero is something to be???

 so i was talking to this girl who was a junior of mine in school. and i do mean junior, she was in the 6th standard when i was in the 10th and she was telling me that my old arch-enemy (the then principal) has finally left. my relationship with school is actually decent. as in, i’ve fond memories of the place. i don’t hate it on principle (pardon the pun!) but i really hate what she did to the place after we left. she planted trees on what’s supposed to be our sports field!!!! i mean come on! and i hear that she trimmed our old massive tamarind tree… the wretch! i mean, that was our tree, it was where i ate lunch and then hung around to get picked up by the school van. there was even a whole woman-in-white story about that tree. and yeah, for those tamarind addicts, it had really great tamarinds, or so i’m told. I’m not a tamarind person.   

i went to convent school and it was all about uniforms, rules and homework. oh my god, the homework!!! i think i stopped actually doing my homework in class 6, i usually ran to school early and copied it all from someone or the other. which by the way, left me clueless in class… but pleasantly so. except for english, i rocked that subject. (and sometimes, economics & history)

math was and is my absolute worst nightmare. i’ve gone for so many tuitions for that blessed subject it’s not funny. i think i exhausted all math teachers within a 2 kilometer radius of my house. i also went for hindi tuitions. now those were fun! i had a decent teacher who made the learning fun and more importantly, we were a big-ish bunch of people who went together. that’s where i got all my inter-school gossip and also where we met boys!!!! i went to an all-girls school so it was a big deal back then.   

at one of my math tuitions, the teacher would give you a time depending on the number of people who were from the same school and how much of a collective pain-in-the-arse you were. i went to sacred hearts and going to tuitions with the josephites (boys from st josephs) was the biggest thrill ever. they really are a nice bunch of guys. not that i had a problem with boys (or anyone for that matter) from any other school. but when you have an all-girls school situated across the road from an all-boys school, that school was supposed to be your ‘brother school’. hah! there was a lot of ‘relating’ that went on and none in the least fraternal… there was even this rumour of this underground tunnel that linked the two schools… tee-heee!!!! we were so naive back then.

those guys had an awesome science fair. they had live snakes and other stuff. i only remember the one time when they had rigged this plastic skeleton so that it moved and talked and everything! i freaked but it was too cool…  

oh and inter-house competitions… (soda, lemon, ginger, pop, we want Agnes on the top, up, up St Agnes’s!)  i loooved those. not that i really did much. except in my final year when i wrote the script for our play… and announcements. i love those… i really like talking on the mike… (you’ve seen the Justin Timberlake video for What Goes around, right? i totally want that mike he’s singing into… it’s soooo pretty!) 

i did the announcements for cul-ah too. talking of Cul-ah (for those of you who don’t know, it’s the annual cultural fest of Mount Carmel College) (yes, i am an ex-MCCite) you know i think i spent 2 entire years dressed in an oversized black sweater, black boots, black jeans & surprisingly enough black t-shirts with nasty messages on them. these day, i sometimes run into seniors of mine who look really closely at me, now in salwars or colourful kurtas & they do this double-take and ask if i was the same black-clad person who was always on the drive…  ( i barely attended class)

and the alliance francaise… my french is still stuck at the oui, non and foutrez (?) vous stage, but my classmates at the alliance were awesome!!!! i had so much fun… we’d basically hand around there all day doing nothing…

(good times, those)  

christ college that way was…well dull. make no mistake, i loved Christ but by then i was already initiated into the freedom that college gives you, so by the time Christ college came around, i was pretty blasé about the whole college thing… but that was when i first had a boyfriend and when i met the maximum number of people… i lived in pecos at that time… i used to actually go there to get my psycho practicals done cause college was too distracting…  

sigh… i’m almost 26 and working now. carefree days all behind me… i’ve deadlines and budgets now…   

deeper sigh…

radio nowhere

 the boss is back and how! oh oh oh, Rolling Stone Magazine finally launched here. it is bloody brilliant. i looooove it. i don’t really care what anyone tells you. buy it, buy it, buy it!!!!! oh and have also been reading smutty poetry… it’s hilarious but my god, i never thought that old english and dead poets could make me blush!!!!! have become a serious Auden fan, btw.

i’m now monarch of all i survey!!!!! i moved into my new place last weekend.(thanks Mak and Germ!!!)  it’s been interesting. i actually have a maid, an ironing guy and water issues.. can you imagine? lil ole me!!!! i’m 15 minutes away from office by walk so that’s a good thing. and i do actually walk… everyday. (Big Finger to all those who told me i’d never stick to it!)  so, new job (my boss thinks I’m a ditz), new house and no life otherwise. i desperately need a hobby. so i’m thinking either Spanish language classes or the gym. yeah yeah, big gasp, but i used to go to Chisel. except for the purple and orange décor, it’s ok. the problem with the gym is that i need to be eating at least 2 proper meals a day. since i live alone, that’s so not going to happen. so, that option’s an iffy, as of now…  

am going home for Easter, which is going to be well, crap. i mean, i’m going home, home always sucks. On the bright side, i get baked goodies when i get back. and also the remaining bag of clothes. i miss my blue jeans!!! i’d left half my stuff at home because at that time, i wasn’t sure if i was going to get the job… now i’m making do with not as many bed sheets as i’d like, and a serious dearth of clothes.  

i’ve just realized (very very late) that while most of my friends have moved on in life, i’m still stuck on life as it used to be. that’s a seriously depressing insight really.  

i met this chap who i only messaged till recently. he’s tall and i completely crushed on the boy for a bit. what is it about the ones who are far away or just plain unattainable? also sort of crushed on my boss. that was weird. no wonder he thinks i’m a ditz. i always smiled every time i saw him. i don’t even know why i crushed on him i mean, he’s totally nice and by that I mean very square. it’s true I don’t actually know him but that’s definitely the impression i get. and we all know that i seem to be especially fond of the jerks… it was a very Zombie-type crush. (Zombie was my first major hard-core crush. i was 16 & he was completing Med-school)  

i miss Jax (my first boyfriend) and the Doctor in some godforsaken village in Tamil Nadu. i miss messages from the ones in London and Delhi and my cousins in Singapore & Johannesburg. everybody is so busy. i should be too & i mostly am, but it is nice when you get messages from far away. as for my newly-inducted Goth-child, i have no clue as to where she even is. no access to mail is such a bitch.  

gosh, off late i’ve been having some seriously x-rated dreams about the weirdest people… it’s totally freaky…  

Obama does not seem to be doing well. with all the racial and sexist issues and name-calling from both the camps.  it really goes to show tough, that after all this time, this is basically what it comes down to. i realize that that’s a sweeping generalization, but come on, at the end of the day, the race of one candidate and the gender of the other is what everybody is an a tizzy about. so they’re still xenophobic and think that a woman can never do a “man’s” job…

when you think about it, you sort of feel tired for the candidates and their travelling press corps…  all that non-stop campaigning, smiling and speechifying for something that depends on some strangers’ whim and fancy. but then again, it is for one of the most powerful offices in the world. (i’m still rooting for Obama.)  

i keep reading the New York Times and Time magazine (yay i-Google!) also the Guardian and other stuff. man, there’s an entire world out there and i feel very stuck in Bangalore. not that it’s a bad place to be stuck in, but stuck is the operative term here… maybe roller blades would help…  i’m rambling… time to go!  

ps: Eliot Spitzer:  ex governor of new york with a prostitute… man, do they never learn??? is it a testosterone thing?

Love!!!   

you know i’m no good

i’m totally in love with Amy Winehouse. i mean yes, she’s officially replaced Pete Doherty as the UK’s most infamous druggie, but hey, i love her.

Happy Birthday to quintessentialcoffee!!!!! i can’t believe a year has gone by.  also, a very belated Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. don’t even ask me what i did. i was home so my usual tradition of a sucky holiday season continued.  

i got a new job. and, i’m finally moving out of hostel. yay!!!! i found a PG which is in the heart of the city and is one of the oldest houses in that area. it’s beyond charming. all i got is a room with a loo, but it’s all mine!!!! and i’m really close to Munchies. they have the world’s most divine mango swiss roll and cheese bakes… it’s also close to Mishtys’ so i’m all thrilled.  but, i’m so going to miss having a roomie. this will be the first time ever that i won’t have someone to come home to… the other thing i will dearly miss, is a tv and as i don’t have a laptop, entertainment is going to be scarce.

my dad’s totally upped the monitering system. i mean from not talking at all, i get a million calls a day. WTF??? i’m patient and all that but i’m slowly reaching the end of my sanity. seriously, i can actually see what my insane self will look and be like.

ah well. life is supposed to be this all-round suck-all experience anyway, ain’t it?

oh oh oh. there is boy! he is a doctor. what is it with me and docs? this will bring my grand total of crushes on docs to 5. bloody hell!  unfortunately, all boy does is send me flirt gifts on facebook… sigh. why can’t he just ask me out???

on a completely different note, this friend i know is going to go to the USA soon & i’ve asked him to get me an Obama-mama sweatshirt or something. :)  me completely heart barack obama. he’s a brilliant orator and i like his smile.

i’m also totally dying to know who’s doing hillary clinton’s speech-writing, they’ve been incredible… me gonna google it now… 

i’ve been back in bangalore for a month now and i’m yet to get seriously hammered. it seems wrong somehow…

i didn’t go to anu’s place or even call her folks this year on her anniversary. i didn’t know what to do or say, so i just didn’t do anything. sigh. the missing hasn’t gone away though. it’s weird. i thought that it would be a little duller by now.

my friend from college just got married. i wore a bloody sari to the wedding reception. the whole experience was a little surreal. wow, he’s a husband!!! freaky shit

no more drama

happy diwali!!!!!!!!!

i loooove diwali. it’s more christmassy than christmas in my book.  during december,  i’m uncle scrooge.

anyway. spent thursday night at a friends place. a friend i like, with hot tattoo. friend whose sweater i’m currently wearing, and friend who i wish, actually wanted more than to be ‘just friends’.  it was a fun night though. we got beer and then we got happy!!!! before i left, i plifered  something warm so that i’d have a memento. [i'm like that. i've stuff from many people. khiyan, gada, joe, anu, shals, ponytail....  that's some loot huh?] oh, and i dressed to kill. my feet were the unfortunate victims.  sigh. high heels, so not for me. i damn near twisted my ankle a total number of a million times & he totally laughed. not in my face, but let’s just say he was very openly amused.  i also took a million pictures of the boy. but they all suck. it was under ‘romantic lights’ conditions & therefore you can see diddly-squat. but it was romantic… 

i heart him!

remember i dressed to kill? yeah, my primary victim was apparently me. i wore contacts that i haven’t seen through in months. our re-acquaintance was harsh.  when i woke up friday morning, i had a swollen left eye. my friend thought it was the creepy-crawlies at his place that bit me and was all guilty & helpful. (plus, he stared into my eyes for the longest time!) but when i got home, i figured out what had happened. no, i didn’t tell him the truth, but did tell him when it was all healed.

so i met khiyan, with swollen left eye.  he freaked out cause he also had ophthalmology-related problems and figured that if i had conjunctivitis (my first diagnosis),  then we would both go blind together. thankfully, it was only my contacts.  khiyan and i ate a sinful amount of ice-cream together.  starting with some cookie thingy to banana-kiwi and rasberry cheesecake, all the way to a death by chocolate at corner house.  man! other friend joined us, so we weren’t complete pigs. just, almost.

at night i got all dressed up agqain, to party with… us, really. my regular gang. bestfriends, boyfriends and brothers all thrown in. i was again, the only single person there. but the germ didn’t make it cause he was unwell, which was sad, but technically, mak was dateless too.

i totally missed him & my doc, though.  it would’ve felt more complete if they had been there.  not that it didn’t rock!!!!!  there were crackers !!!!!!!!!!!!!! and food, and alcohol and brilliant company and a hundred msgs and phone calls from freinds. so it was a seriously brilliant night. and other friend come over past midnight and since he wasn’t feeling particularly social we both stood outside, and were the mosquitos’ diwali dinner.  he learned to never try and teach me to dance and that 11 inches is a huge difference in height between people!

then there was this continuous undertone of drama through out the evening. one person walked out of home that night and khiyan had a lot of beer poured on him. (entirely his fault!, 4 slightly freaked out people on the roof + ghost stories + alcohol, never a good combination)

today’s been super peaceful. doing nothing, as of now, and i slept through most of the day.

i have the ‘legendary  brittney spears’ in my head.  can’t shake it off. oh, hang on, now have mariah carrey’s ’shake it off’ on my brain… bloody hell!