Saturday, January 26, 2008

Reminds me of the novel, "Message in a bottle" . I haven't seen the movie, but if I was Theresa Osbourne I would skip the ocean for this river anyday.
By the way,this is where i live. No, not on the tree or in the river or any place visible in the picture really.I live in a big castle surrounded by robots,superheroes and mutants.They obey my every whim and desires. And i dont share them.. so forget about any wishes you were beginning to have . Muhahaha ! >:)

ANYWAY ... This place actually exists.Seriously,no jokes.And it exists in my city !! I didnt click it myself. Rather, i dont even know who clicked it. Picked it up from a random fellow-orkuteer's album. Now, I think I should have asked rather than slyly steal it away. wish I could locate its exact spot.

p.s. i changed my blog's template ... if only anyone would notice. Cruel,cold,apathetic,selfish,materialistic world. *sniff*

Friday, January 25, 2008

"What Do Women Want?"
by Kim Addonizio

I want a red dress.
I want it flimsy and cheap,
I want it too tight, I want to wear it
until someone tears it off me.
I want it sleeveless and backless,
this dress, so no one has to guess
what's underneath. I want to walk down
the street past Thrifty's and the hardware store
with all those keys glittering in the window,
past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old
donuts in their café, past the Guerra brothers
slinging pigs from the truck and onto the dolly,
hoisting the slick snouts over their shoulders.
I want to walk like I'm the only
woman on earth and I can have my pick.
I want that red dress bad.
I want it to confirm
your worst fears about me,
to show you how little I care about you
or anything except what
I want. When I find it, I'll pull that garment
from its hanger like I'm choosing a body
to carry me into this world, through
the birth-cries and the love-cries too,
and I'll wear it like bones, like skin,
it'll be the goddamned
dress they bury me in.

Finally a poem that's different.

Thursday, January 24, 2008

hmmm :-)

What Wyntey Means

You are very charming... dangerously so. You have the potential to break a lot of hearts.
You know how what you want, how to get it, and that you will get it.
You have the power to rule the world. Let's hope you're a benevolent dictator!

You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in.
You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising.
You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care.

You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.
You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.
You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.

You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life.
You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home.
You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble.

You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.
You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.
At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.

Friday, January 4, 2008

Dear Diary,

Today, finally all the hammerings stopped. i woke up wondering if during the night the wonder-ceiling had fallen on my head and i had gone to heaven. have i told you about wonder-ceiling? i havent? well, i will... another story.

anyway, heaven felt really nice as there would be no hammerings on top of my room in heaven ever again.and for that matter, my room isnt really a room.its a huge hall with a fountain spewing diet pepsi right in the centre. i also have a fridge that keeps hot things hot and cold things cold and airtight things airtight. oh.. it also manufactures zero calorie potato chips,cakes and biryani.
hell has the same things, only with calories and the fridge working in reverse.

i felt the pinch of reality when i stumbled on my carpet, neatly folded up and kept beside my bed. (Seriously mom, for the last time - its a medium sized 3 foot by 2 C-A-R-P-E-T NOT A SITTING MAT !! ). but i still couldnt hear any hammerings. did the skinny guy finally hammer his own toenail ?! i remember the agonising sunday mornings i used to wake up to the sounds of hammering ... bang right above my room's wonder-ceilinged roof. i hate skinny guys .
maybe my curse worked and there is one toenail-less skinny guy right now repenting his spite at a devastatingly gorgeous ,intelligent , blessed with powers of telekinesis princess of the kingdom of andulasia from whom he used to steal calorie free potato chips ... hmm..... *sigh* *Sigh* .
a quick question at mom informed me today was the workers day off.

yeah, my home is going through massive reconstruction work. and although, it involves the construction of an entire 1st floor, somehow the only progression which reverberates to the ground floor is the hammerings on the roof -of the ground floor. somedays it gets so bad that we hit ourselves on the head with heavy objects weighing 5 kilos and above and not feel a thing.
Apart from that, when the 1st floor actually gets completed and the relief of having saved my neurons from permanent damage sets in, the ground floor gets the hammerings. i am sure hammerings on the walls of the ground floor will not be worse than those on the roof. right? RIGHT?

apart from the hammerings, since the past few days i also had to endure endless sessions of mission what-walls-to-break-on-ground-floor with my parents. mostly the sessions included enthusiastic suggestions from dad, critical appraisal by mom and me sitting with a glazed look on my eyes.

M-"so, we break the wall of this room to make an entrance via the garage to the main gate? if so,then also break the other wall to create way to the drawing room"

D-"yes, that will be the side entrance.But for the main entrance we have to break the main wall to make a gate and construct another wall right after the current entrance for the main door."

Me- " phoolon sa chehra tera, kaliyon si muskaan hai ...... "

i was singing in my thoughts of course. next time i ll sing out aloud. they are my parents. they already think i am autistic or whatever anyway.
now, i cant wait to start my first hammering-less Sunday in years.


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