I'll be back on Monday the 3rd. *sigh* I spend my birthday in the middle of a forest, learning about Youth Suicide Prevention. *grin* I'll miss ya'll. Be safe!
I met him. He's nice in other news, parents are back. Baby krish has grown...such a big boy now. And calls me Pooja DIDI and harsh BHAIYA! yiee. So formal. hehe. Gonna go be a good host to the guest.
Sorry. These cracked me up. I love the green parrot. Took this picture in the night market in Hong Kong. *laugh* Or perhaps the giraffe.. Check the sock puppets out Here
I've a whirlwind of thoughts in my head and can't seem to elaborate on them. Tsk. Here are a few:
Get Giddy away from the toaster Body Shop - Remember to get Vanilla Throw that fluffy thing away. Headachy I need a new hairclip Baby showers Finish work this weekend Hiking Boots It feels like Saturday Rabbits Playgrounds Sex and the city Sunshine Chlorine in the pool Read all the books Trouble sleeping Comfortable Detox Fix my ring Those skirts I saw which I NEED to have Get a new hairbrush Clean the house Cat litter Why do people say things like that?
Oh well. I've an interesting topic for a blog that ya'll can have fun with. Tomorrow. I promise. Cheers
The harsh lighting accosted my eyes the minute I walked into a the Mcdonalds at Festival Walk, dedicated to recycled plastic in horribly bright colors, bouncing off every ‘easy-to-clean’ surface. The first thought that came to mind was to turn right around and walk back out, shortly followed by ‘They’d better make this worth my while’. I stole a glance at Ronald McDonald and winced. Clowns were never meant to be scary. A loud groan somewhere around my knees jerked me out of my reverie, and I peered down to look at a rather queasy, green kid whom I hurriedly side-stepped. The place, of course, was packed with children running amok. I maneuvered my way to one of the counters and waited (somewhat impatiently) in line, debating over the fluorescent-lit menu shimmering over the staffs’ heads. What was up with their new line of salads? The photos depicting them looked nothing like the real thing, and I quietly pondered this new ‘healthy- marketing ploy. The mother in front of me had a death-grip on her (wailing) child’s hand, promising her a nice cone of ice-cream in a soothing tone. It wasn’t working. Again, I had to remind myself that I was here on business, and that led to the unpleasant thought that the last time I had been here, I had been drunk. The coffee had been weak and I went home with not just a hangover, but severe stomach cramps. Steeling myself, I approached the counter and smiled wickedly. “Super size me!” I proclaimed, as I smacked my money down onto the steel countertop. Heads turned. A frown flickered across the woman’s face before she replaced her frown with a rather strained smile. “And which meal would that be, Sir?” her emphasis on ‘sir’ was not missed. Trust me when I say they’re all robots. I opted for a Big Mac™ Meal, encompassing a huge burger, fries, and an extremely large cup of coke. Needless to say, I wasn’t disappointed for the extra $1.50 I had to pay. I picked up my (recycled) tray and managed to snag a bright yellow seat near a window, receiving glares from a couple who attempted to get there first. Alls fair in food and war, I say. For the first time in my career, I wished I were somewhere else. Alaska, maybe. Raw whale blubber would have been better than what I’d been subjected to. I glanced over at the table next to mine and watched a kid burst into tears when the toy she’d received with her food fell apart. So much for it being called a happy meal. I turned back to my food, and worked my way unwrapping and opening everything. For a restaurant which claims to be environmentally friendly, a lot of materials sure are wasted, from the paper that wraps your straw right down to the sheet lining your tray. The food, I must say, was satisfying, in an oily sense. The burger was ‘big’, with plenty of mayonnaise, lettuce and meat. By the time I finished it, my jaw ached, yet I strove on, battling my way through succulently oily French-fries and the gigantic cup of coke, which, need I say, aided digestion in the most unappealing manner. I left with a distended stomach and my craving for greasy fast-food fixed. Cheap, easy and I must admit, quite good on the palate. Just avoid the six year olds. Oh, and the coffee.
I was going to comment on this topic, but I just got home and I'm exhausted. Need food. Havn't eaten since breakfast! Suicide Prevention Project was good. Enjoyable. I learnt everyone's names! Richard who likes to disco-dance Molly who likes to hula-hoop Sushma who does alternative dance Pooja who loves to twirl Karen who is a slacker Athena who likes to sleep Tim who walks like a duck Karen who likes to eat Stella who is a drummer Michelle who likes rock climbing Joyce who does kung-fu fighting Debbie who is an apple Tiffany who is..I forgot. But yeah. Those are some of the people I met. Kinda interesting. :)
It has been a trying week. It shall be a very short one, as work ends on Thursday. I feel physically and emotionally drained. I don't quite know what I'm doing, but I know where We're heading, and I'm content. On a sombre note, this is a poem I wrote a long time ago, for someone I hadn't met, for someone I didn't know, and didn't care for. This is a poem I dedicate now, for someone I had met, for someone that I knew, and do still care for.
Ingrained
Time Has flown by So incredibly fast, I've held back the sigh, For all moments past.
Space Has been given, Whenever the need, And then did come, Fourth dimension to cede.
Volume Has been blown, Over the years, Expelling pleasantries, Collecting the fears.
Speed Of the end, Draws ever near, And with this last phrase I say sorry, my dear.
When people speak of footprints on the heart, they forget to mention whether the people are walking, or running.
You scored as agnosticism. You are an agnostic. Though it is generally taken that agnostics neither believe nor disbelieve in God, it is possible to be a theist or atheist in addition to an agnostic. Agnostics don't believe it is possible to prove the existence of God (nor lack thereof).
Agnosticism is a philosophy that God's existence cannot be proven. Some say it is possible to be agnostic and follow a religion; however, one cannot be a devout believer if he or she does not truly believe.
I went to watch Ballet Nacional De Espana perform in Hong Kong yesterday night. So many memories...
It was gorgeous. Flamenco, Tango...Tapping, Clapping and Castanuelas (Castanets). I want. I crave. I entered and it all looked familiar. And then I got drawn in completely. The music was excellent (live) and the performance astounding. Everything was conveyed. Want, Need, Love, Lust...Everything. In each step there was strength, passion...stubbornness and urgency, Absolutely breathtaking. My favourite scene was when the stage was pitch black save for a square spotlight in the middle, in which a figure in black danced...And then leapt out of the square, and as she did so, the square faded, and another square materialised where she landed. It was flawless. Drenched up so many memories. Why did the stage look familiar? Because I once danced on it. Swan lake. I was a wave/ripple. I remember the awe as I looked upon the dancers more advanced than I...The way their tutu's flared and their grace en pointe. I wanted to be a swan. 6 Years...one wrong landing... I was doing a grand jeté..practicing. i'd been doing pointe work since the beginnign, and had done enough sur les pointes work to attempt some of the greater steps in ballet. A grand jeté is a jump, a large one. you usually have a few short, quick steps, and then you leap into the air, arms spread, legs parallel to the ground (essentially, a split)...and land.. I landed. wrongly. I did them fine, but something...I lost concentration. I landed and tore the ligament. And now, watching these gorgeous, talented people on stage, I feel so...nostalgic. Everyone, make it a pointe (pun intended) to go watch some classic/cultural dance sometime. It'll open your eyes to how one makes love to the music, and expresses life through movement. Tis all good.
Played table tennis today. Good stuff. Only we couldn't seem to keep the ball on the table. It was either all over the floor (which, for some reason, got me laughing hysterically) or climbing up Amber. Good fun though. Giddy's learning to type. ;) I'm off to nap for a bit. I Promised I'd finish psychology coursework tonight, and I will do so. Honest!
I am definately coming down with something. I had a sore throat (sort of) this morning and now after a 4 hour long nap (!) I feel like someone has stuffed mango (my bolster) through one ear and out the other. *laugh* tsk. Ooh, mi doves, check out the nasty little comment I got on my previous post. I've got hate mail! *bounces about excitedly* My very first. I could cry with joy, only that'd make my head hurt, too. Ah well, enjoy it for me. Tis all good. :wink:
Team that nasty sticky stuff up with a naughty kitten and see what you get. A sticky mess all over the bed, and my nightsuit, and my slippers and my work. *sigh* Silly kittun.
Long, lonely day. Report Card wasn't as good as expected.
English Language - A English Language - A Psychology - B Psychology - B Religious Studies - B Religious Studies - C Spanish - C Spanish - C
Sigh. Well, atleast Spanish wasn't a D, which was what I expected.
Long, long day. I sat in a cafe with my coffee and didn't drink it. Stared out the window until it got cold. Theres something about sitting at a window while sipping coffee. Watch the world go by...Just keeps on going. Nothing will ever stop and wait for you. You can stop, but nothing else will. Occasionally a child might, to pull a face, but thats it. I suddenly feel like the sort of person standing still in a crowd, cig in one hand, Sting playing in the background. Tsk. Walked home. Tired. Someone remind me Gyns, Brazilians, Pins for next week. Cheers. Goodnight Ya'll.
Today's been a random good/bad day. This post is going to sound a tad bit defensive, So sue me. Started off nice. The sky was milky. Reminded me of coffee. and then fruitmilk. This golden pale yellow sort of colour I love, because it looked like it spilt all over the place in splotches. Coffee. Wherever I went I could smell coffee this morning. I could almost swoon. I love the smell, but I won't drink the stuff. Pet peeve: People who drag their feet/shuffle. *laugh* I'm sorry, but if you can't lift your feet, stay in bed. :P Well not so much annoying, its only when my brother does it. Tsk. Schrrrch Scrrrrch every morning. Every. Bloody. Quiet. Peaceful. Morning. Anyway, Todays highlight of the day was being interrogated over my origins/background/family tree. As faithful readers would know, I'm A mix of Scottish, Spanish, American, Indian. I look Indian. Completely. I'm never good with remembering family history, therefore I know I'm a mix and proud of it. Well, not really proud, but I'm happy with meself. Anyway, I've picked up that Sindhi's (A sect), while not having complete sindhi pride with all that pizazz, cannot grasp the concept that if you're a mix, and don't like the sindhi part of yourself, then you're embarrassed about being sindhi. Twice in 1 hour, I had to practically yell to be heard. God damn it, I'm sindhi, but not being proud of it doesn't mean I'm embarrassed either, Innit? Okay, so I'm a mix. Okay, so I can't quite remember what part of me comes from either my mom's or dad's side, Yes they look very indian too. Is that my fault? I don't care much, but this ticked me off. I hate being hounded for something I don't know too well. I answered your question,so drop the topic, aight? And this leads on to another point. I can't be a quarter of all those mixed together to make one whole Pooj. I am probably Mainly indian, not half indian, not a quarter indian, I probably am more than 3 quarters. Whats this about it only working in quarters? So sue me. I don't know how far the line goes. Yes, I celebrate Sindhi tradition and its festivals, Yes My parents do too, but I go along because I enjoy them. Doesn't mean I'm not proud of them, or embarrassed. The fact that I state my mix seems to be a problem for 'pure' Sindhi's. I state it because I'm proud, not because i'm demeaning my indian-ness. Aight. Thats my rant. I, Pooj, am Scottish, Spanish, American, Indian. A right rojak. And I'm not proud of it, but I'm not embarrassed either. This is ME!
The sun is out for the first time in weeks. Hooray! *blinx* odd word. I had a strange thought from my past, from when I was a child. When I was around 5, Whenever I banged my knee or got scratched by something I'd say God did it because I did something bad, and wonder what naughty thing I had done to deserve it. Of course, I'd usually come to a conclusion. Over the years my faith faded. Experimented with different religions, and just...I havn't found one that makes me think. I know, at this point, someones going to say that I have to a) be born into religion and stay with it therefore I am a deserter and atheist b) Religion cannot be chosen yada yada yada.. Oddly enough, a week ago, I'd bumped my hip against a telephone pole *wince* and the first thought that came to mind was 'What did I do to anger God this time?' Which was scary, because I havn't had a thought like that since I was 6 or so. Ahh, memories, the bane and love of mankind. Giddy is eating wool. And he's made a new friend, as you can see above. *grin* Well, sunny day. I've an exam coming up and 2 pieces of coursework due in on the same day. Hope ya'll doing aight. Be good, mi doves.
I had to put the title down. It seemed appropriate. And it gets hits. heh. Can someone break their G-spot? That phrase cracked me up...aiyoh. I'm going to go calm down now.
I bought so many books, and the fair isn't until tomorrow! I'll post a pic up of my find soon ;) That, and Vini lent me her webcam for a few days. Weird. Oh well, I'll find some use for it.
Long weekend coming up. Can't wait. Spring fair...and I am in charge of the bookstall. Which means, I get to pick up all the 100s of books I want..before anyone else sees them! Muahahaha! :twisted: Okay, so maybe not. But I do get priority *smiles wickedly* My dreams, my dreams have come true! *Gleeful*
