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Orange and red gerberas mixed with babies breath and pale white roses.

A beautiful bouquet sits on my table and I’m wilting away with displeasure.

Life is so- not- ordinary!

Onto other things…

I’ve been busy, with work, with Cookie, with moving house… and I’m onto two new ideas. Will it work? I don’t know but for the moment I’m keeping ‘them’ a secret.

Will be back soon with something to write about.

21

Almost all grown up!

Today because it’s special, made me recollect our first meeting, the first 15 minutes. In that little window of time, you saw me. The ‘me’ that most people only long after got to see.

I’m usually picky when I choose my friends, but with you there was no hesitation, it was purely an instant attachment because I guess I saw a little bit of me in you.

Our shared zest for life and adventure is evident by our sudden outbursts of running along the street, the hunt for the wild boar in Kitulgala, the hike, the discussions, the elevator rides, Machan and the recent near death experience.

Also I must take this opportunity to say that if it wasn’t for your “you better not date him, because I’ll be mighty pissed” threat I might not have realized that the big cuddly cookie is the best thing in the world .I hope he’s not listening to this, otherwise his ego will inflate and we’d have to giggle about it as usual.

Just before I end this little note, oh and don’t worry this tragic blog post isn’t your present. I just want to say that I see you becoming a success one day. Maybe in the field of engineering, wire connecting, bridge or gadget building, or maybe as a wonderful husband, father, brother and friend. Whichever direction you’re bound, I wish you the best and an inspiring twenty-one year ahead.

Appy burpday!

Losing sleep, hair and my mind

Enough said!

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!

3 Girls and a Guy

At a brainstorm, plotting!

Me:  If this doesn’t work out lets start a consulting firm where we sell ideas to people who want other people dead.

Pokey: Ok, Curly can be the Idea Generator, I’ll be the Accountant and Psycho Girl could be the Executor, she looks like a serial killer too.

Silence… 10 minutes later…

Psycho Girl: I tried to kill a girl once!

Pokey looks at me and feels awfully uncomfortable.

Pokey: Well killing one person doesn’t make you a serial killer, you might have to kill 2 more.

SFX: Scary music in the background

Psycho Girl turns to look at Sam and me.

Unavailable

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!

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.