My yahoo and gmail accounts have been hacked. Life cannot get more interesting.
By the way, I am taking a break from blogging for sometime. Hope to come back soon.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Monday, February 20, 2006
Bazooka Power
To some of you it would be like declaring India won the cricket match. What the heck!!! Finally, I watched RDB. Yes, the movie which you guys have watched long long ago like you once watched Sholay. I won’t bore you with another review. The movie did entertain and I did not dig for any message where there was none. See, I saved time.
My washing machine of the brand Arunima was in full swing over the weekend with bazooka power and I washed all my clothes. My biceps and triceps are coming out. I may (wo)manhandle some people who misbehave with me.
Reading The Memoirs of a Geisha. Reached pg no 200 and she hasn’t yet become a Geisha. I told my roomie that I’ll tell her the story and so, on Sunday, asked her to inform me once lunch is cooked and then to inform me once dinner was done. She did and now, she is waiting for the movie to release for her hafta wasooli (somebody translate this).
My washing machine of the brand Arunima was in full swing over the weekend with bazooka power and I washed all my clothes. My biceps and triceps are coming out. I may (wo)manhandle some people who misbehave with me.
Reading The Memoirs of a Geisha. Reached pg no 200 and she hasn’t yet become a Geisha. I told my roomie that I’ll tell her the story and so, on Sunday, asked her to inform me once lunch is cooked and then to inform me once dinner was done. She did and now, she is waiting for the movie to release for her hafta wasooli (somebody translate this).
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
This day
Last year, this day, I just wrote one line, "Too smart to fall in love"
I am still going through my share of make-ups and break-ups but I have learnt one thing through all this and that is, never to stop myself from the pleasure of loving someone.
Days like today, reinforces that thought and I have realised I wouldn't actually mind being the greatest fool for love.
Somebody did ask me, "Don't you like to belong to someone?"
I know I do.
In this spirit, here is a very girlie song from Sixpence None the Richer which I like for the rhythm and the energy.
“Kiss me out of the bearded barley.
Nightly, beside the green, green grass.
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step.
You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.
oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight.
Lead me out on the moonlit floor.
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fire flies dance, silver moon's sparkling.
So kiss me.
Kiss me down by the broken tree house.
Swing me upon its hanging tire.
Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat.
We'll take the trail marked on your father's map.”
J is off to Mauritius to moon some honey and I am planning on rock-climbing.
I am still going through my share of make-ups and break-ups but I have learnt one thing through all this and that is, never to stop myself from the pleasure of loving someone.
Days like today, reinforces that thought and I have realised I wouldn't actually mind being the greatest fool for love.
Somebody did ask me, "Don't you like to belong to someone?"
I know I do.
In this spirit, here is a very girlie song from Sixpence None the Richer which I like for the rhythm and the energy.
“Kiss me out of the bearded barley.
Nightly, beside the green, green grass.
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step.
You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.
oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight.
Lead me out on the moonlit floor.
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fire flies dance, silver moon's sparkling.
So kiss me.
Kiss me down by the broken tree house.
Swing me upon its hanging tire.
Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat.
We'll take the trail marked on your father's map.”
J is off to Mauritius to moon some honey and I am planning on rock-climbing.
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