There are certain un-explainable (not inexplicable) things about me. (Am not saying they make me unique) These I realise at weird times and I amaze at my belief in magic-of-sorts (and other cutesie things)

I think that 27 is a magical age. In films and books, the most amazing characters will be 27. They stand at the edge of the rest of their life at this age.

I think 28 is the coolest age. There is something very rounded and stable about this Age. It's as if, Now You Are Wise.

I am currently 27 and my favourite age is 23. I find this age irresistible. Of course, it's not the age per se but people of this age...but the co-incidences are amazing! All these amazingly yummy people I meet, whose brain I wanna lick (ewww, I know!) or who I just wanna gulp up whole are all 23.

When 2 people kiss for the first time (and mean it..not drunken/friendly kisses) their souls get a bit exchanged. Their thoughts and desires and goals (not of life, but or that moment or the person changes...interchanges)

If you laugh a lot, you will cry soon. (I think it's a neurotic thing..happens to me all the time!)

I like words like Inexplicable, Astonishing, Inadmissible, Admonishing. I think thats cos they are pronounced like they are spelt. (This thing wants me to believe that the spelling of spelt is wrong..but I wont give in)

I wish to be recognised as the cute thing that I am. Despite my size, heft, intuition, IQ, sense of humour, vocabulary, education, sex, I want to be CUTE!!!

I like it when I am treated like am fragile or weak just cos am a girl (believe me it dont happen often... ) for because of my size, heft, intuition, IQ, sense of humour, vocabulary, education, I am usually treated with asexual respect or like one of the guys. (It sucks if the guys doing this are cute!)

What's Half A Beast?

A Puppy?

This is to note that I have made 333 Posts already.

Shade

the food pornographer

Most of these pics are from my favourite blog . I have to look at these pics and more every day to fill full. Caution: You will also be ravenous!!

word games between friends at night time

Me: I give a word and you give me another
immediately
mad: after
what hapnd?
Me: is after your word?
i was adjusting myself
mad: i thought immediately was urs
Me: no
ok
mad: ok lets play
Me: ok
mad: btw talking to u always makes me happy
Me: :)
i start
AFTER
mad: ok
over
Me: START
mad: END
Me: GAME
mad: PLAY
Me: BOY
mad: GIRL\
Me: LOVE
mad: YOU
Me: LONDON
mad: COLD
Me: NOS
EE
NOSE
mad: TONGUE
Me: RING
mad: EAR
Me: TICKLE
mad: LAUGH
Me: CRY
mad: SAD
Me: DEATH
mad: NOTHING
Me: ok ok...now you start with a word
mad: ok
HELL
Me: GIRL
mad: HEAVEN
Me: EARTH
mad: MYTH
Me: GREEK
mad: FIGHT
Me: CLUB
mad: DANCE
Me: DISCO
mad: LOVE
Me: LUST
mad: YOUNG
Me: OLD
mad: INNOCENT
Me: PNK
OINK
PINK
mad: :)
TAME
Me: HORSE
mad: KINKY
Me: PANTIES
mad: LOL
now u
Me: :)
FLOOR
mad: NIGHT
Me: PILLOW
mad: SLEEP
Me: AWAKE
mad: RISE
Me: BATH
mad: WATER
Me: GLASS
mad: PANE
Me: AIR
mad: BREATH
Me: FREE
mad: SPIRIT
Me: VODKA
mad: ABSOLUT
Me: SHINY
mad: BALLS
Me: CRICKET
mad: MATCH
Me: CIGGY
mad: SMOKE
Me: LUNGS
mad: CANCER
:d
Me: :(
TRAINSPOTTING
mad: LOVE
Me: ROSHNI
mad: ROSHNI

Like Ms Woolf, I fish and the elusive idea surfaces like bubbles. It also stays with me for days like that stain which refuses to leave. But when I open this lid I stop and hesitate and don’t take those steps which will make me what I was born to be, an Author.
Perhaps it just laziness,
Or
Perhaps my fear of failure has caught up with me at last.

i have been spending a lot of money lately. however, given the current state of economy...thats a scary thing and i am going to revert back to being a little kanjoos. A lot of pujo clothes have been bought and 3 perfumes. 2 Dior and 1 CK. And I feel so rich and pampered. I always knew I will be able to love myself the most. However, I rarely smell myself....right now sitting in Confucious, I can smell me...and soon i wont be able to...and there is none around who will say "you smelling nice!"

time is moving

only too slow

and my intestines rot

with every passing minute

without work

Happy 26, A'int it?

This is the beginning, isn’t it?

I can no longer live in La-La Land, can I?

Turned a woman at last.

Some would say I turned that a long time ago but refused to step out and smell the candle wax.

Lost my glasses in the morn, couldnot search for them without them (Irony).

Wearing lenses in the day after a long time, bright light hurting the eye and a clear perspective wounding the psyche.

Maggi, enough water and a cube of Britannia cheese creates a tupperware bowl of heaven.

The lazy smell creeps through the GAP,

And my body runs for cover,

My mind is now a blue purple FOG

The day is just half over.

The funniest thing about stereotypes is that they are also clichéd.

Most stereotypes have been that for such a long time that they are almost invisible to our eyes though they might be right under our noses. Usually it takes some time to notice it.

And no matter how radical one is in thinking and political behaviour, one can still miss the ‘stereotype’. And if you consider yourself a liberal minded person, and you then realise that you have missed that stereotype that was right in front of you, you are going to feel very foolish.

I remember this incident in my university, where a ‘liberal’ friend had called a classmate of ours a slut. This was extremely ironic, because we were then beginning to learn about stereotypes in the courses we had takes. And when I protested, he called me a feminist.

There! Two stereotypes at one table, I had thought.

And my two years at the university have been tough. It required me to unlearn a lot of what we had learnt through social conditioning. And now I can notice a stereotype from miles away. Sniff!

juslathat

view from the top

Me. Its all about me.

my lil pukki

what horror