A grumble from the past…

Do I know you?

Oh wait, I think I remember…

weren’t you the one who tore up my prized posters,

barked at the guy I fancied, turned my friends against me and nearly messed up my job?

How could I forget?

The time I ran away. The sting after the slap. The look on their faces.

Now you’re back, to pay me a visit, how kind of you!

Since it has been a while your name has slipped my mind.

Oh Anger, yes that’s right!

You’ve brought friends? What a surprise!

Nice to meet you Frustration and Self-Pity, how long do you’ll plan to stay?

Picture Taking

My first attempt with a manual SLR turned out to be a success!

Afternoon Pudding

Ashan: We bought two chocolate biscuit puddings just half an hour ago…

Green Cabin Man: Very good.

Ashan: Er..well no, one of it is spoilt.

Green Cabin Man: Can you bring it back Sir? We’ll give you another one.

Ashan: No I can’t come, can you send it over?

Green Cabin Man: No we can’t, there isn’t anyone who can deliver it.

Ashan: Oh that seems convenient…but anyway do make sure it doesn’t happen again.

Green Cabin Man: But if you can bring it Sir, then I can tell my General Manager and we can figure out what’s wrong…

Ashan: Er… I can tell you what’s wrong, it’s spoilt and it’s the milk!

People watching – Part 1

The 60ish-year-old Tamil sari clad lady seated next to me on the bus whips out an iPhone from her mismatched bag and starts browsing the net.

When I grow up I want to be like her

Don’t touch!

I love my hair as much as you do. I love tickles as much as any 3 year old. I love it when you playfully touch me.

You, I’m referring to the boyfriend no, not you, Tom, Dick or Harry and most definitely not you, yeah that’s right I’m talking to you gay boy, yes I know you’re gay but no you still can’t touch me!

Yes, I absolutely hate it when random people or rather men touch me, or play with my hair. But do feel free to look and if you do feel the urge to touch, I hope you’re wearing a ball guard. I can and will work my knee into your crotch in an ungraceful manner resulting in a facial expression you never thought was possible.

Lyeff

I’ve got a new toy and no it’s not a new boy. It’s a LAPTOP!!

I love my shiny new laptop even though I don’t know a single thing about it (reading ‘ laptops for dummies’). Now that I have this wonderful piece of absolute awesomeness I can fill all those fresh, blank, inspiring word documents. Such fun.  Must also start figuring out how Photoshop and Illustrator work so I can use that instead of drawing on random scraps of paper, which I end up losing and mum ends up finding.

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My Art Director leaves in an hour. I don’t know how I’m going to like my newfound boredom, but what else can I do!

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We (The parents, sister, Shadow and I) are house hunting and this would be our 1,0000000000th house. I’m too depressed to blog about it.

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Work is also depressing. While cleaning up my work that’s saved under an Apple (like the ones you eat) icon I realized that none of my interesting work’s gotten through and the ones that have are just utter rubbish. That’s scary, terribly upsetting and embarrassing. All I want to do is hide!