My Bouncing Baby - bounces no more!

5 68 16 31 12 2.

That's not a serial number or a phone number! That's how many posts a year I've been putting up since December 2005.

Come December 8, and my lil baby blog will be a full-fledged five!!!

Sigh. Although 2010 has seen no growth. Thus far.

Will rectify this.

P.S.: Ever realized how much like an unmentionable bodily opening 'rectify' sounds? :P

Post-it Puckers: Erno Rubik, Schulz and well... boxers.

I miss many things I was used to.

I miss how much I took my sketching for granted. Now I can only doodle.
Have decided to do 1 Post it a day. So these are my first two.
As you can see, my phone camera totally sucks.
Until I figure out another way, this quality will have to do.
The first one is to commemorate the 30th anniversary of the Rubik's cube.



And Charlie Brown was the first face I learned to draw. The next was Veronica from Archies.
AnywayPeanuts is now owned by Iconix, a company that also owns Joe Boxers.

I dont know what to think.

Of Live ghosts & Reincarnation

When we think that something is over, we never realize that we can't let go until it really is.

I really wanted this blog to be dead.

I longed for a new fresh start.

But I didn't count on not being able to!

I started another blog - the password to which I promptly forgot.

And recovered three times.

It just didn't fit.

This does.

So I'm back.

Anyone here?

I have a crush on someone absolutely inappropriate.
I dont like having crushes on someone as inappropriate as this (and no, you pervert, it's not a girl - that wouldn't be inappropriate unless she was married).

Well. You know.. I started this post because of the overwhelming urge to tell someone about him. About his mind-numbing sarcastic wit, irresistable charm hidden under layers of absolute rudeness, his bubbly laugh whenever he picks on me...

Yeah. I know what you're thinking - he doesn't sound very nice. Well, he isn't. Not to me, at least. But then, that is what I want. You see, people (if there are any left), I've discovered I'm a masochist. A sick sick person who enjoys being picked on, made fun of and absolutely tortured. That's what gets me.

Now about him... I didn't think he knew I liked him - let's just say I've been keeping it well hidden, or so I thought... Until I realised, that suddenly his digs were not understood by anyone else - they made sense only if you cued in the fact that I have a humongous crush on him.
(By the way, if someone thinks this is too personal or too repititive or simply boring - Eff off. It's my personal space. Mine. Hear that?)

So anyway... I wanted to express that overwhelming surge of feelings that comes over me when I'm being ridiculed by him, or when I am talking to him or merely when I think about him. Trsut me, this experience has definitely given me a whole new perspective of the extremely thin, almost-nvisible line between love and hate. Not that I love him. At least, not yet.

Anyway as I was saying I wanted to express those feelings, so I did what I always do - start a diary. Didn't help. Told a few friends. Didn't work, either. So then I thought, I'll restart that dead blog of mine which has been rotting in my closet.. But then.. I thought - why not start a new one?!

So ladies, gentlemen and the rest of you assorted creatures who still read this blog.. I am moving.

Ta!

Tarot Revelations...

There are so many big things happening in my life. And yet none of them, I can really blog about. It seems like a bloody long time since I sat down and wrote with even a little piece of peace of mind. (sad sad pun. I know.)
That's what my life has reduced to - bad puns. In truth, I think I dont write much here, anymore, because I'm spending most of my time writing. And all I want to do is watch a movie or sleep when I get some time.

So I went to the tarot reader a couple of days back. And despite, spending a whole truckload of money (my first salary - so there!) she only managed to tell me two things I didnt know. One, that I will apparently get married in six months and that it would be a love marriage and two, that I might also get married in 22 months. The latter revelation came when I visibly cringed at her six month prediction. So I suppose I mustn'e take either too seriously.
Also.. It's not like I have anyone lined up to take my hand on the aisle. There are so many bloody weddings lined up in the near future, that when I think of all the weight I've promised myself to lose, I feel faint. Literally.

Work, you ask? Just like they say in Facebook... It's complicated.

A month into Adulthood - Notes to Self.

Its going to be one month and I still like my work. So relax.
Everyone I know seems to be single or getting there. This is so different from Manipal. In the nicest way ever!
I have clothes, for a change!
I need shoes.
I want boots.
I wish there were more hours after 7pm till 9pm.
Most of Bangalore sleeps early. Its absolutely silly.
Lack of time affects everything else. But I've still managed to finish two whole books! I'm reading two more, now.
I HAVE to go to sleep earlier and wake up earlier.
8 am is NOT early.

Sunrise

When I got off the train, I expected the worst of everything. I never thought I'd love my job. I knew I was allergic to the very air here, and I didnt know where I was going to stay. It turned out ok.

And then.. I got free internet. :)
Life, I say, could get only a little better.

Of course, I just might completely overturn this post tonight. Work.
Also, I've decided to post everyday. Let's see how that works out.