cultivate some patience
there is more to life
than racing between speed bumps

 

Madurai

I was in Madurai a week back, man violent (sounding) folk man.

We were quietly standing around waiting for VIP ENTRANCE into temple main area when this fellow comes and he's all (in tamil, but translated for your benefit):

Fellow: EY LET ME IN

Temple Guy: NO, GO STAND IN LINE

Fellow: WHY SHOULD I STAND IN LINE YOU GO STAND IN LINE, LET ME IN

Temple Guy: NO, I AM TEMPLE GUY, YOU GO STAND IN LINE TO ENTER.

Fellow: Looks at us YOU ARE LETTING OUTSIDE PEOPLE IN AND NOT MADURAI LOCAL PEOPLE (Curse word)

Temple Guy: THEY BOUGHT TICKETS

Fellow: DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM

Temple Guy: GO STAND IN LINE

Fellow: YOU ARE MESSING WITH THE WRONG MAN (Curse word x 2)

Temple Guy: EY MAN

Fellow: DONT MAKE ME GO MENTAL ON YOU.  ILL BE BACK WITH MY MEN.


geez.

Kambackt Eeshq

Can you call "reading Elle Decor and feeling jealous" a pastime? Well, its mine. I do it slowly and with concentration.

I wonder though, am I going all EVIL EYE on these people featured in ED? I look at their houses and walls and thingumajigs and go, wtf ya so unfair. Then I look at these sexy designers with awesome jobs and go, wtf ya so unfair. Jealous jealous jealous.

I dont mean to cast evil eye and all but man, I mean, you did something to deserve that amazeballs house and that sexy job. Right?

If you didnt, I shall press the EVIL EYE RELEASE button.

feh. pointless


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Went somewhere for dinner yesterday and food was so fancy but so bad. Every item had some nonsense thrown in for good measure which was a bad measure because it crappified a good product.

Stupid.


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Im such a lazy mf. If I want my life to change, I just expect people around me to change their lives so I can get what I want. Yes, Im talking fully abstract and you wont know what this is about EVER. but well.  I just wish i was a doer - I wish I changed my own life by my own actions. I will try and do that now.

Flopshow.


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I saw a sign board which said DO NOT GIVE ARMS TO BEGGARS.
Haha.

Ok, truthfully, there is no such signboard.  Well, except in my head. Its red letters on a yellow background.

All CAPS.

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My dashed lines arent uniform - I wonder if that bugs anyone. DASH YOUR LINES PROPERLY MAN they think and I'm all F YOU and theyre all DONT YOU WANT ME TO READ YOUR BLOG and i'm all please stop yelling at me

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ha.

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I wish I was golden, just pure and nice and proper. Thoo, don't be dirty. I wish I was good. How is it that I know what Good would be and then I just continue my own dirty way.

you have permission to seize
to overhaul
to erase and rewind
my permission is no good, but
if it were
you have it.

All I do is wait

It sure feels that way. 

I sit here, and I wait for the next thing.  I am constantly in a state of waiting.

Waiting for the day to end, waiting for the week to end, waiting for the next big thing. Waiting to grow up.

It felt ok to feel that way when I was a kid. All kids somewhere just wait to grow up, to be big and do adult things, like drive a car or sleep late. (what bugger all mundane nonsense to grow up for, what a bad deal)

Hardly ever feels like I want to hit the pause button and take in the scene.
 

there was a fish who loved flowers
they took him to a pyschiatrist and broke him.

Hai Frandz

I was going to post a hip hop song I made for a friend here. Then I realised its being fully hardcore and I have no clue who reads this blog. I might trip and fall and end up hurting Uncle Rajapandian's feelings.

Geez. How carefully we tread, how carefully even them badasses tread brah.

Im not a bad ass.  But I do surprise myself by doing some bad ass things now and then.  Actually, why lie to you.  I surprise myself when I almost don't do necessary bad ass things.  When I cry and feel sorry for myself and almost let some idiot ruin my day. Who is that girl man, how to shut her up.

Im not a bad ass. but I refuse to be a wuss.

My dad stepped in recently though, and shook me out of a potential 'feel like a craphole for life cos I couldnt stick up for myself' situation. He really put things in perspective.

My dad's a sensible guy. and very 'say what he thinks' and he thinks Im that way as well. I suppose I am (but with some sense of fear).

Sometimes you need people to remind you who you are.

What.  You don't?
Fine, man. I do

Can I remind you youre a foolhead?


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Im hungry.  Ordered some yumzers chinese food.  Chilli potato and misc EXOTIC vegetables in Hunan sauce. Hakka noodles.

Yes I'm a vegetarian, how about you stop being a cliche?


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I want to watch sexy EmranHashmi in letest movie.  He's a hottie.  (Uncle Rajpandz, stop reading if this offends you man, who called you here).  Judge me all you want.


ok bye
 

ask me any question and I'll tell you no lies

go on

Ok, what is your biggest fear?

no lies.

...




hahahah

plop plop plop plop

I like these Mumford & Sons fellows a lot.  I wouldn't say I love all their songs, but I do like quite a few. Discovery thanks to JANGO radio.

I wonder why its called JANGO radio.  Well, I added the ALL CAPS effect, they just go by Jango. But I feel, no wait, I feel that a word like Jango demands ALL CAPS treatment. JANGO. I mean, it wants to end with an exclamation mark. Its calling out for it, ignoring that would make no sense.

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No, I'm not Trying to sound like a fool....


Your face sounds like a fool.

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Yesterday is history, tomorrow's a mystery,
today's a gift, which is why its called the present.

That makes some sense, fine. But, but
the future, noone knows what the future holds. I'd say that was the gift
and the future should've been called present.
Today could be called history as much as yesterday, who kheyres.

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I write a lot of stuff I say in conversation to my husband down here. He never reads my blog.
useless.

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Hi Sneha




 

hello miscellaneous animals

cream roll mutton roll chicken roll ham

Does anyone remember / know this hand-clap (?) game?

Ham cheese
Ham butter
Sauce potato
chip chip chip
Sauce potato
chip chip chip
creamrollmuttonrollchickenroll
Ham.

Which us vegetarians ofcourse converted to:

Yam cheese
Yam butter
Sauce potato
chip chip chip
Sauce potato
chip chip chip
creamrollmuttonrollchickenroll
Yam.

No, I don't know why the last but one line was spared the veg conversion.

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Speaking of rolls.  I've learnt that I'm somewhat addicted to roleplaying games.
See what I did there.

Ok, the alternative was for me to talk about how
I'm no playah
but I ama role playa
mothafoka

Well, let's not get kinky carried away here. I'm talking about phone apps, video games and computer games. Let's see, on my phone I have:

(a) A farm;
(b) A dinosaur park (Jurassic Park mind you);
(c) A clan;
(d) A modernfashiongirl yo (pointless app where you have boyfriends by flirting with them and buying them gifts and then if you kiss them lots they will buy you gifts - the app lets you know what gifts you can expect from what boys before you 'date' them and once you get the gift you want you break up with them and move on to the next one.  All these gifts along with clothes you buy from...

Ok, this could take a while. Let me get into it though:

A - Girl gets a haircut and a job at some fashion place.  The level at which she works depends on how many points her outfit earns her. Each outfit item is marked (shoes - 5, handbag -7, so on)
B - Girl gets money from job so she can (i) woo men (ii) buy more clothes.
C - Girl gets stuff from guy which also have points.
D - Girl upgrades outfit, ditches guy, moves up the ladder at work, earns more money

AND REPEAT.

Anyhow, continuing
(e) A monster pet shop;
(f) Hot dog bush (where GBush has to make hot dogs and sell it to people and go up to setting up a restaurant somewhere fancy); need I go on?

Then I have LA NOIRE on my xbox which I love.
Then I have SIMS 3.

Now SIMS 3 is a whole different obssession ha.  I justify it saying it's like having a giant moving interactive doll house (which it is). But once I start, I go on for hours and I (actually) forget to BLINK. So my eyes get fucked.

Alright, enough of this for now.

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I love saying Brah. Not like the underwear, but the stylised BRO. 

What's up Brah.

But my phone always corrects this to Brag.
This correcting thing is a piss off.  Here's a conversation with Husbu today:

Husb: I'm having sambar rice at saravan bhavan.
V: Oh, have a parrot
V: A parrot
V: A parota
V: Geez
V: I love their parrots
V: ARGH
Husb: !

ok bye


 

How about this, I will not judge you on the music you listen to.
If you listen to

Hit me baby one more time

or

2 become 1

or

Stairway to heaven

or

November rain

and believe that is the song that touches you


It's fine. I will not judge you. Music should touch you, any music can touch you.
Fuck anyone who judges you on that.

I watched ROCKSTAR thinking - what the hell -

but then, this song Kun Faya Kun - ah

All hail Gobi M.

Have you heard

me voy a morir de tanto amor

It's a song I shazamed (you better know what that is) from a Mad Men episode of Betty giving birth to Gene (third child of 'oh so' handsome DON DRAPER).

Its nice.




Separately

I love GOBI machurian.
I've tried mushroom and vegetable manchurian, and I'm sorry to say (or am I) that GOBI beats them all half if not full to death.

I would like to say, I shouldnt be allowed online when drunk.
But, F. that. I should be allowed online when drunk.
I say much more  and i embarrass sober me - which is WOO HOO.

Hello Sober Me.
What do you think of this ha?

Well, not very much I'm afraid

You're afraid?
BWAHAHAHAHAH

Well no, not literally

You said you're afraid but.

Ey. Who allowed you access to this blog

Cuticle

cu·ti·cle

noun \ˈkyüt-i-kəl\

 

1: an outer covering layer: as

a: an external envelope (as of an insect) secreted usually by epidermal cells

b: the outermost layer of animal integument composed of epidermis

c: a thin continuous fatty or waxy film on the external surface of many higher plants that consists chiefly of cutin

d: the outermost membranous layer of a hair consisting of overlapping scales of epithelial cells

 

2: dead or horny epidermis

 

 

 

 

What a phenomenal waste of a good word.  It should have been used to define babies or puppies or small rats. I should make my own dictionary.

 

 

when I'm looking at you, you're so beautiful
I feel like my entire being is being crushed like a piece of paper heading for the bin.

your face

Do you know what a good retort is to

let's see

EVERYTHING.


Your face.


Disbeliever, ok here lets try it:


Mr. Bimbi:  This photo looks like it was taken by an amateur.
Coolio: YOUR FACE looks like it was taken by an amateur.

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Mr. Bimbi: Those jeans are not working for you.
Coolio: Your face is not working for you.

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More coming soon.
 

did you know

spending the whole weekend reading books
makes you feel less like a worthless piece of poop

I'd forgotten

Youve got a friend like me.

I wrote a 4 page long letter to a friend.
Then I added a handmade sticker and a small VGR Love Coupon (TM).
I also drew some stuff on it.

What are you, 12?

Ey, shut it. I am in no mood for you today.
Where was I, right, I wrote a FOUR page long letter. All handwritten and everything.

Would've never guess when you said 'wrote' two times.

*Ignore*

Man, I can be such a good friend sometimes. I write letters, I get little gifts, I drop work and chat for hours about miscellaneous problems, I'm loyal also.

Wah.

No really, I've stopped talking to / bitched out / thrown horrible looks at / tripped (ok no) people that have bugged my friends. Ironically those 'friends' continue to be palzforevah with the said baddies. Geez.

Chaddi Baddies.

No, baddies. Like bad people.

Mamy Poko Pants

What?
 

hey, you next to me

Does the volume level of music from my earphones amaze you?
Do you think I may well be deaf or heading there?

I want to go dancing.
I didn't say with you.

Would you date someone called Carly?
What if she was really pretty?
What if she made really good sambar?

Eh.