RACONTEUR-ESQUE SCRIBBLINGS

This happens to be one of those days when I just allow my fingers to do the talking and the brain to not think too much. It's kinda nice to do that considering the fact that I've not been doing things like that lately... The story through the eyes of Terra Shield: "It's not too easy to exactly figure out how this thing started, but I guess that it stems from the desire to 'ahem' stalk other blogs. Another guess is that foxyfyrre started it first by creating a wall (2 actually) for us to expose our creativity. As the story unfolds, we have Reeholio who found the wall templates and created his own wall, followed closely by Gem . All this happened about 2 weeks ago" But that's not all. "Inspired by the blog enthusiasts, I decided to do one myself... not a really good idea, as the mouse and my palm don't really make a good pair... crooked lines and strange handwriting rule the day. And then I left it to rot in oblivion in an obscure fol...

About a week ago, mom and I ended up in Little India. Contrary to popular belief, the area is not specifically dedicated to all things Indian like Indian food, or Indian clothes shops. The fact is, there are a few banks and some government offices situated in the area and finding a parking spot is a teribble nuisance. Which is why I don't really enjoy going there. Lady luck was on our side that day, though... parking was easy, the day was breezy. Transactions completed, mom and I decided to check out one shop. She decided, actually, and I duly followed her in apprehensively. Mom: You should get a saree this year... Me: Where would I wear it? (Stupid question, I know) Mom: M's getting engaged isn't she? and SLL is getting married too.. Me: M's getting engaged in December... besides the stupid Japanese exam clashes with it... SLL's wedding is only in January Mom: We'll just look okay... once people start rushing to buy for Diwali, then you'll be lef...

Got tagged by Ian , Lizza , and Yaxlich for this one... 1. The last movie you saw in a theater, and current-release movie you still want to see. My super ex-girlfriend. It was an unexpected, last minute let's go watch a movie, and any movie will do kind of day. Enjoyed it heaps! I want to see... The Devil wears Prada? 2. The last movie you rented/purchased for home viewing. The Da Vinci Code... borrowed from a friend. I missed it when it was running in the theatre. I haven't watched it yet, though... 3. A movie that made you laugh out loud. Bridget Jones' Diary - The edge of reason: especially the scene where Colin Firth's and Hugh Grant's characters are chasing each other and the song 'I believe in a thing called love' by the Darkness is playing in the background. 4. A movie that made you cry. More of a scene, actually, from Life is beautiful: when the dad continued pretending that it was all a game to make his son less frightened during the wa...

Inspiration comes from the oddest places... I was in the oven room just now, baking some samples for a test I've done, when I was suddenly hit by a strong wave of intense heat and vaporised solvent from the depths of the oven when I opened the door. I was a bit woozy for a few minutes, and I'm pretty sure I lost at least a year of my lifespan there... What I found interesting though was the fact that not only me, but all of us who frequent the oven room, shut the door with our legs, and stuffed the knobs into place using our knees. Are we that lazy? Why is bending to stuff the knobs with our hands so difficult? Seriously if there was a way to open the door with our legs, we would do it... morever, our hands are usually laden with samples which had been removed from the oven... Helpful, aren't they? Good old knees... I tried concentrating on what else I used my knees for (to check if the brain still worked after the dose of heat and solvent) and came up with this list:...

I found this meme from It's a Blog Eat Blog World and tagged myself. Nothing surprising there . Ha! Ha! Ha! However just like Morgen , this word meme is rather new to me. Sounds nice, anyway... meme Here are my answers... 1) How long have you been blogging? I officially started on 11 April 2005... presently I have 2 active blogs, and 1 sleeping blog. The shortest lifespan of a blog under my name was less than a month. It was dying of neglect.... and then I painlessly killed it. In short 1 year and 5 months 2) Why do readers read your blog? Depends on which blog.... a) This one: I hope it's because the readers can relate to what I have to say, but I think it's most probably due to blogaholicism :D b) The other one: This one's read by people who know me personally, and they are the 'ahem' stars of the show, or as some have said: they need the laughs c) The sleeping blog: This is a special summarisation project which I undertook for a friend who do...

For some particular unknown reason, for a few years of my life, I was very obsessed about being an astronaut. At that point in time, I was rather ignorant of the fact that our country had no space program on it's own. I still remember the days when I used to weave my dreams about going to space, gathering rocks, hopping from planet to planet, meeting alien lifeforms, and not being too bothered with the pulls of gravity. Before I get marked as a raving lunatic, I should add that this was when I was about 9, so my ideas about space was err... kind of ridiculously imaginative. Therefore, it should be no surprise to me or to anyone else that I was rather perplexed whenI heard that the 2 chosen ones for the space program were going to make teh tarik in space! What the hell? Tonnes of (definitely taxpayer's) money was spent to enable this program and all they want to do is make teh tarik? Had I known, I would have applied to be part of the program myself… I'm sure I would not n...

HK got hitched yesterday, after 7 long years of dating, 1 year and 2 months of being engaged, and 3 months after registration. (the engaged and registration is inclusive of the 7 long years, by the way) She's the first to head on into a world which the rest of us don't belong to... and it's funny in a way. The HK we knew had was always laughing about some thing or another... even when she sometimes attempted to have a serious tone, the rest of us always found something funny about it. Like the time she said that she needed fake tears because her eyes were always dry.... (I mean, dry eyes are not something to laugh about, but the rest of us went ahead and laughed. If you were there, you would have too!) During the ceremony, she actually managed to keep her composure and didn't burst out laughing, though she smiled when the cameras weren't focused on her... there's something about certain types of weddings where the parents and elders advise those getting marr...

This is the last place I'm supposed to be at on this rather quiet Tuesday night... I had initially planned to do a bit of studying considering the fact that I had actually gone ahead and signed up to sit for the external Japanese language paper. Yeah, and there's also a test on Monday (sigh) So to appease the turbulence caused by the crescending amount of panic in me... I wrote this poem. Why do I subject myself And put myself on a shelf; To learn a new language, And acquire courage Then suffer from chapter twelve. The brain is swollen, Most probably rotten; Grammar sucks, Aw shucks, And everything learnt is forgotten. Of types of 'keis' and 'meishis', 'Keyoshis' and 'doshis', Help! I'm drowning, In endless suffering, I hate this life full of worries.

I was at a meeting just now and I saw a colleague. Not that I don't see her everyday, but there was a substantial amount of unpleasantness today due to her invasion of my dreams yesterday. Before I go on about the dream (which does not involve ghosts this time, phew!) I might as well explain about this colleague. Lets call her KCT. She's quite fierce and prone to mood swings. I don't work directly under her, so I've been spared the harsh criticisms her subordinates receive on an almost weekly basis (or so I heard) In this dream, however, I had to get her permission (and the key) to get to the bathroom. After asking a few rather ridiculous questions (eg: how desperately do you have to go?) she gave me the key, but chided me for wasting her time... what the hell? The journey to the bathroom was even worse. I practically had to crawl through a tiny tunnel which had sand and stones that kind of grazed my elbows and knees (I was wearing shorts and a short sleeved top...

I must admit, I am a git, For poetry I shall not quit. Ha! This is what I get for listening to some of the songs on my playlist... bloody hell. The songs aren't even sad (Barenaked Ladies' It's all been done, Big Country's Big Country, BEP's Don't Lie to name a few) - and yet... here I am, feeling melancholic all of a sudden. Melancholy, You arrived without a word, Your colour green like broccoli, Your presence like people mourning a dead bird. Mood is low, The sky cloudy, With rain and hailstorm below, And bread that is mouldy. Melancholy, You're unwanted, Oh melancholy, Will my wish be granted? PS: I must insist that I am no poet. My idea of this poem is mainly to get the rhyming going. Unfortunately proofreading it gives off a somewhat comical vibe. It's actually supposed to be sad :(