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How does one communicate almost immediately that one is currently tangled with another human being, without having to drop hints about the significant other?

A tee, which says ‘Single no more!’ might help, if the fashion police won’t arrest you for wearing the same tee every day.

Toteting the boyfriend everywhere like a piece of accessory might be an option provided that boyfriend is unemployed and is completely and utterly stuck on you. I doubt any man would be that foolish or possessive enough to be slung over your shoulder (wait there are men like that, yikes!).

A ring or rather The ring on The ring finger is the only way around it. Once you see it, you leave it, right? But will the bling counteract a fling?

Since I’m not going to sport a tee everyday proclaiming that I’m not single anymore or tote my boyfriend everywhere or wear The ring on The ring finger, I have a question for you… How does one communicate almost immediately that one is currently tangled with another human being, without having to drop hints about the significant other?

Random stuff…

Tempers flaring…

Blood pressure rising…

Colleagues become annoying…

Ah that time of year! The awards!! Damn awards! What we wouldn’t do for one…. All will soon be forgotten, we will drink and hold hands and dance the merry jig after the show, after we’ve swept the metals off the scoreboard. All worth it, me thinks. Of course me thinks it’s all worth it. I’ll grumble now and rejoice later even though I talk like I don’t give a damn!

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Last Friday was spellbindingly awesome. I had fun, like a child. Innocent yet full of energy bursts. As you might probably know, I’m full of good ideas, so I rounded a few lost sheep at work and decided a trip to Sathutu Uyana (Happy Park) would be a brilliant spontaneous idea. So trudge, trudge, tuk, tuk there. 5 in a tuk, slightly irritated the tuk driver but we didn’t care, we were going to have fun. While in the tuk we managed to infect the tuk driver with some much needed joy. Once there we wallowed up prawn waddais at the risk of retching, a lot later. Inside we just went berserk with me screaming like a hyena in pain, “Dodgem Cars, ohhh Dodgem Cars…I wanna go…” so went and it was a blast. Then we went on the Yo Yo ride, which was cool but Pyscho Girl was in discomfort, so I kept screaming in glee. The scrambler was next, at which point it started drizzling which turned into a thunderstorm and boy it was just awesome. In some twisted way it was also extremely romantic, so Pyscho Girl and I kept making eye contact*. We were all drenched but we decided another round of Dodgem Cars was perfect to end a perfectly wonderful evening and doughnuts (but unfortunately we went in at closing time, so we didn’t go nuts with doughnuts).

* I’m not that way inclined and never will be!

Oh look an Elephant!

A Giraffe! And a Lion, he’s a bit scrawny though. See I went to the Zoo, sometime back accompanied by a grouchy Cookie. Thought he’d be impressed with my ability to formulate excellent ideas at the drop of a hat. Hmm don’t think it worked, anyway I enjoyed it.

The Zoo brought back a nostalgic calm, it reminded me of the time my dad and I would visit ever so often. That time was exclusively meant for father and daughter, and I used to love it. Being back there, all grown up, I can only say that it still looks the same and smells the same. I felt sad though in stages because of the lack of attention shown to the animals and bears fed on bread made me want to cry. I wish I could do something, but then again there are people dying and I should be more concerned about that not what a furry is fed with…

Well that’s it about the Zoo. This happened to be on my list of 22 things to do, go see and get before I turned 23 next year. Now that it’s done I won’t be going there for a long time.

Blurtings…

Men tend to irritate the hairs that cover my head, and that my friend happens to be a million angry curly bastards.

Psycho Girl annoys me till I feel the heat burn on my ear. Oh shit maybe it’s the radiation emanating from my phone.

Clients who want to release their artwork at 10 in the bloody night frustrate me so much that I want to crack their craniums. All 142 of them!

Ah the family has its own set of troubles, which I feel rather worrisome about.

So no wonder I’m an explosive packed bunch of neuroses, waiting, as G would say to release an explosive outburst.

I’ve also been sleep deprived.

Warning: Run in the opposite direction if you see a red eyed, fizzed haired, demented creature in PINK!

Rocket Science

I’m selective.

Selective hearing. Selective movies. Selective music. Selective with the people I mix. Selective in almost everything. This I believe also makes me racist, discriminatory, bigoted and any other synonym that comes to mind, but instead of all those mind-boggling words I would say I’m just different. The reason why I’ve been pondering on this most tumultuous thought process is because I have an innate way of choosing movies. If someone tells me that a particular movie is good, I’m most definitely sure that I’d dislike it. Then when someone tells me a particular movie is bad, I’d love it.

Rocket Science is one of those movies most people will dislike, that’s exactly why it was a box office failure. So armed with that news I gleefully watched it and as expected, loved it. Well it is a movie worth watching if you are the kind who appreciates intelligent dialogues and possess a sensitive ear, it helps because the conversations are super fast. The movie captures a rather disruptive adolescent/s in a realistic way, making the movie in parts, quite humorous, specially the scene where he throws a Cello throw the window. I nearly wished I was brave enough to get pissed drunk, walk over to a former lover’s house and fling a Cello, oh all the things a Cello, such thrills! This reminds me of Juno, which I hated and everybody loved. So next time recommend me movies/music/people you hate and I might, just might be eternally grateful for it. Now you know it’s not rocket science.

Under the weather

Cloudy

That’s pretty much how the weather is at work. N says goodbye to us in 3 months and I thought I would be able to deal with the fact that very soon she won’t be my Art Director, but things are proving to be tough. It’s a mixed bag of emotions and I keep thinking it’s like all other goodbyes, but this isn’t just any goodbye. We’ve become more than just friends, she’s like family and not seeing her everyday is going to make my life particularly difficult here. But I guess I can face it as long as Pokey is around, he’s still my punching bag and counselor.

Drizzle

The past few weeks a friend of mine has being bugging me about her pretty messed up life and sometimes the psychoticness gets to me. I have my issues to deal with, you have yours and there’s a limit to the idiotism, so I wish she would stop with the drama. If she doesn’t I’ll just have to start on my soap opera!

Fog

Life is cruel and we all agree on that one, but getting thrown into the deep end without knowing how to swim is just plain scary. But I guess then the attitude should be to swim instead of sink and automatically your arms and legs would start to relax and clear the water. I’ve been in this situation many times before and even though most often I feel scared, I tend to float and sometimes swim. But when it happens to someone close to me, parts of it seem to affect me in different ways. It’s stressful, because you’re just there and the power to grab onto a lifebuoy is in someone else’s hands. If it was in mine then I’d deal with it better, just waiting for the other person to reach out is terribly difficult.

Downpour

The assembly. Sometimes I love it; most times I hate it because it makes me think. This time I was happy to see Akki but sad at the same time because of her story. I keep hoping I wouldn’t make a mess of my life, so far I haven’t, so hopefully I won’t in the future.

While I was there amongst people I’ve grown up with, I see the joy in their faces, the ones who really made religion their own and I sometimes wish I was like them. I really did for a moment consider joining up on the program to help out with the volunteer work but because of the guilt, I held back.

Hurricane

There’s a storm a brewing with the mum, the brother and the sister in law, all competing for the baby’s attention. I’m disappointed with my brother. I really am. I don’t even want to write about this, because the feeling is still raw and it’s gnawing in my mind.

So as you can see the weather hasn’t been favourable towards me but what else is left than to brave the storm.