Losing sleep, hair and my mind

Enough said!

He can stand!

And he’s only 6 months. I’m going to call him ‘super-nephew’.

Strange love

A few months ago after much laughter and lunch with Cookie, we decided to walk back to my office. The quickest route is this very narrow road, which has vehicles whizzing past with vengeance. So the only logical thing to do is walk one in front of the other. So here I was happily trotting in front of Cookie and suddenly out of nowhere my friend appears, stops his car smack bang in the middle of road, blocking the entire lane and shouts at me to get in.

What did I do?

I darted across the road, got into the car and we took off. Once in I started rambling to him in my excited, arms flapping manner, only to be interrupted by a beep. The text was from a mildly amused Cookie asking me what he was supposed to do now that I’ve left him stranded on the side of the road.

Well this is not the only incident where I’ve done something strange and every single time I do something an otherwise normal girlfriend wouldn’t dare commit, I wonder why he’s still with me.

I guess it’s a strange kind of love, one only the two of us can understand.

Watch Men!

It’s hardly a good movie when you watch it through the gaps between your fingers.

Well that’s pretty much how I took in the slashing arms, the dogs gnawing on a child’s leg and the never-ending story of the very human super heroes. I hated it as much as I hated Superman (Brandon Roth was an utter disappointment) and Hancock (cocked up too much to be even remotely interesting) but the boys were pretty much superdeliciouslyexcited and even called it the most amazing movie, after 300. I pity them for their absolute insensitivity or maybe I should pity my inner self for being unwilling to put up with violence. But with a pained expression on my face I do admit that it is beautifully crafted in those dark, dreary composition that I thought only Tim Burton was capable of producing. Anyhow it was crap and I won’t recommend it to anyone who has a heart.

I’m also at this moment listening to Pokey yammer about the different levels that we live in, the metamorphosis of our atomic (insert word you think is fitting) big bang and the fight between the forces, all in an attempt to make me understand that Watchmen is a movie to be appreciated!

Pretty in blank

Pretty intense?

Pretty insane?

Pretty in anything?

Pretty in sarong?

It’s a costume party and I’m pretty blank at the moment!

I want to wake up

in a villa…

in Tuscany…

to the sound of wind chimes. ..

to a kiss from my Sayang…

to the chores of family life…

to the laughter of friends…

to a day when it will all come true…

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