I like FB. In fact, I am a fan. But it really grates my goat:
So imagine how refreshing I found it when I met a girl on Saturday night who asked me if I wouldn't mind if she added me on FB?!
She was so lovely, I had no hesitations in saying yes! :)
I can't help myself. I actually love him. I feel like I am in high school all over again.
My siblings were the ones that introduced me to him. And HOT DAMN - he is beautiful.
I watch a lot of American TV shows (some of which most of you probably don't care for but hey, they entertain me!) which include One Tree Hill, Gossip Girl (how HOT is Chuck Bass), Lost (when it was on), How I Met Your Mother and The Big Bang Theory to name a few. There's still so many to watch but I have recently started watching The Vampire Diaries.
Set in a small town in American, it tells the story (so far) of two Vampire brothers who come back to said small town and the story progresses about their history and how it relates to the modern world and how everything and everyone is pretty much linked together. And enter Damon Salvatore - the elder vampire brother. The "bad" guy of the two. The charmer, the one that feasts on humans. The one who proclaims to have no feelings (yes I know he's a vampire so he probably doesn't!) but has been hurt by love. Played by the gorgeous Ian Somerhalder, Damon Salvatore is so hot it actually hurts me and that in the last 48 hours, I have managed to watch season 1 (22 episodes) and get up to date with season 2 (5 episodes). It's taken over my life and I can't get enough.
Yes, I'm sad. But I challenge you to watch it and not fall for him! Edward Cullen who?!
I’m going to start carrying some around with me in the car so I can just pick them up and hold them up against the window as I drive past a car.
“You are HOT!”
“DAMN!”
“Learn to EFFING drive!”
“Why are you hogging the fast lane?!”
“Your car is sooooo nice!”
I saw a beautiful guy this morning in a beautiful car who I did a lil’ bit of rearview mirror flirting smiling with.
Yeah, the sun is out and it’s definitely bringing out the floozy in me.
Following on from this, I'm hoping I can maybe redeem myself because I have tickets to the Wireless Festival when Jay Z is headlining! I'm so excited!
On top of that I had a really erotic dream last night. With someone who lives in another country and that I haven't seen for 12 years or so! I'm not sure I'm going to spill all the details but I woke up thinking "WTF was that about?!".
And if that wasn't enough, on the same night, in a totally different dream, my high school Chemistry teacher pops up and tells me that he's "very proud" of me. Seriously - WTF?!
Uncool is not a word. Microsoft Outlook tells me that!
A is getting married! (Have I mentioned this yet?!) Yep, this summer and I am excited! His bride-to-be (R) has a love for Krispy Kremes (most foods!) and we've hung out many times without him so I'm all for it! And she is sooo nice! I actually love her! :) Below is the majority of our email conversation from yesterday. (Sorry for not putting it up in the usual format - too much space otherwise!) As always - read from the bottom up!
(Background info - A and I are going out tomorrow night and R is in India trying to get bits and pieces for the wedding whilst dealing with a very unenthusiastic A! And the rude words are ****ed out because of work email related filters! And the fact that life as we both know it is kinda over (even though he bought me the box set a few weeks ago - awwwww!))
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From S To A: Well now you know! (No wonder we are uncool – we really need to get out more and maybe find quotes from more relevant and recent TV programmes!)
From A To S: Lol in the words of Phoebe…I have had a taste if my own medicine…and it is bitter!!!!
From S To A: I’m being mean?! It hurts doesn’t it when the shoe is on the other foot! Fighting fire with fire my friend! Fire with fire!!!!!!!!
From A To S: Lol…stop being mean innit?
From S To A: No you’re not. You are not nice enough! I hate you!
From A To S: Lol nooooooo!!!! In your face!!! Haha (ok now Im sorry)
From S To A: Are you?! Are you really?!
From A To S : Lol I am sorry!!!!
From S To A: :( You go back to being mean so easily!
From A To S: You are the only one that makes me look cool…haha
From S To A: Do you think I’m uncool?! Is this because I told you I watched Tamil serials?! OK – so you think I’m uncool – but you put up with me right? So it’s fine. If you really think I’m uncool then so be it. :(
From A To S: But I think you un-cool and vice versa…haha
From S To A: Lol. Oh, allow it then. An a-bomb will take out innocents too and the deluded (those who think we are cool!). So they think we’re not cool. Or even if they just think I’m not cool, there are only a handful of people whose opinions matter to me!
From A To S: We would need to drop an a-bomb man
From S To A: Oh that is unfortunate! Drive by?!
From A To S: There are too many of them…lol
From S To A: WHO?! WTF?! Tell me who those mofos are! :
From A To S: Yeh true…other people think we soo uncool tho!!!!
From S To A: Because we are comfortable with how uncool people may think we are. We don’t care if other people think we are not cool. We live our lives to our rules. And we’re bad! :)
From A To S: No y?
From S To A: But we are cool. And do you know why?!
From A To S: We need to become cooler man
From S To A: It’s amazing!
From A To S: That is marketing genius…awesome innit?
From S To A: Lol! We amuse ourselves with some pointless sh*t inna?! :S Yesterday I saw a scaffolding company’s van which said “Make sure your e**ction is in safe hands”. Made me laugh on the motorway – not good when you’re travelling at 100mph with dodgy tires!
From S To A: This is how the Tamil mind works! Awesome inna?! It’s like that cupboard that Monica has with all her junk!
From A To S: Yep lol…
From S To A: You’re going to put all the junk that’s taking up sleeping space into a cupboard?!
From A To S: No making space innit?
From S To A: Oh right! And by building a cupboard - how are you preparing the house for summer? Visiting mans aren’t going to sleep in it are they?! You need a sofa bed or something!
From A To S: No I mean we going sat…just to the party!!!!!!
From S To A: Seriously! Help the girl out. She’s paavam. It’s bad enough she’s dealing with you who has little interest!
So basically – the whole week you have been telling me about Sat this and Sat that and then you flop! You’re not going to be building a cupboard in the evening though are you?! DUST!
From A To S: How is it a flop…mans are getting house ready for summer innit? Bare long… Allow thoughtful…
You know that there are some songs that are great to get jiggy to?
I've just listened to an entire album's worth!
The sun has started to fade now. People are reverting back to not smiling and everyone is starting to look that lil' more miserable! It was fun while it lasted.
My sister walked into my room last night just as I was about to fall asleep saying that there was a car on fire in the alleyway behind our house. Cue my brother, mum and I rushing to the back house windows to see what was going on. "Call the fire brigade!" says Amma. I do as she says and am told that they've already been informed and the fire brigade are on their way. 10 minutes later and still no sign or sound of fire engines. The fire has now caught onto the wooden fence of a house 4 doors away from ours. "Oh shit - it might spread to our fence! Thambi (lil' brother), go and get the hose ready!" my sister says. Me and brother stare at her thinking probably the same thing: How are we supposed to tackle a fire?! With our hosepipe? The water barely trickles out!
I put on some jogging bottoms and go outside the front of the house to warn the neighbour - an elderly gentleman whose wife has not been very well of late. No one is answering and in our lil' cul-de-sac there is a small amount of panic. "Where is he?" I hear someone ask. "I think he is away" another voice replies. Inwardly, I breathe a sigh of relief but don't want to imagine him coming home to find his back fence burnt out.
After what seems an age, I hear the sirens getting closer - another neighbour directing the fire fighters towards the alleyway and the fire which is now spreading slightly (albeit a slowly!). I see residents from the opposite side of the alleyway - windows open and heads hanging out.
The crackling and popping of the car burning scare the life out of me - unexpected each time.
I hear the firefighters trying to contain the fire - and the sprinkle of drops from the backlash of the hose. Slowly but surely the fire is being extinguished and dark smoke billows into the already dark sky.
Everyone returns to what they were doing - the show over.
"A lil' late for that now!" I hear my brother say as the sound of falling rain takes over the sound of burning metal.
Ticket for India which I thought was booked may now have flopped and I may have to rebook and pay a more extortionate price. But it's all for a friend's wedding - and 4 weeks away from work has got to be worth it
Hen party at the weekend was interesting. Quickest way to learn about people is to play drinking games - especially "I have never" which always seems to get sexual!
Have guys lost the ability to chat up girls? Not wanting to stereotype or tar everyone with the same brush because I know this is a small minority. Walking home after a night out - a car drives past. It's passengers - young South Asian guys. "Yo, yo, yo, yo" - no one from the group answers. "Yo man - you in the pink. The girl in the pink. Yoooooooooooooooooooooooo" And yet despite this clear display of chivalry(!), still no one answers. And how do they deal with their somewhat bruised ego? Throw a bottle of water at said group of girls and then drive off (I'm pretty sure that I will get (anonymous) comments saying that it was probably deserved for coming across so stuck up but so be it!)! Further along I see the same thing - a group of guys hanging outside the windows of their car. "Yo yo yo" and girls giggling despite themselves and entertaining these chavs! Seriously?!
And I need to sort out my bloody visa to India!
Many today will wake up with a feeling of disbelief. The death of Michael Jackson is something unexpected. Despite for all his failing health, I honestly thought that I'd get to hear the reviews of his 50 date sell out tour.
It's been a fair busy week or so and as someone told me (Yes, that was you Tylor!), it's not a proper blog unless you do it everyday. Well, my life just isn't that interesting enough I'm afraid!
Following on from this, the funeral took place last Wednesday. Words can not begin to describe how horrible it was. Open casket ceremony at the house before the crematorium. And he looked so peaceful. The speeches from his infinite number of cousins were heartbreaking to listen to. Especially as they had all once been so close and it seems he shut them out without reason. And to listen to my friend be brutally honest about how he hadn't spoken to his brother - nothing will ever lessen his guilt. :(
Other than that - I've been busy with parties, protests and various other shit mostly emotional! More drama for another post.
I will be back properly soon.
On a brighter note though: my colleague today was asked out by an 81 year old man (who has prostate cancer)! All of a sudden - this doesn't seem so bad!
Oh - and how much did I miss with RD n NB?! It was like a Tamil drama serial that I had too much to catch up on!
The post might give you too much information so read at your own peril!
I know women complain about it all the time. The fact that we (women) have to go through it and that men don’t – well debateable I guess depending on the men you know. But yes – that time of the month (TTOTM).
I don’t moan about it too much. I mean – it’s the way of the world. I don’t mind the aches and pains – probably because these don’t affect me that much. What I hate is how emotional it makes me! I never used to be like this – TTOTM would come and go and I would happily carry on with my day to day (albeit mundane) life.
This month though, I am so emotional it’s too crap. We all know that I’m emotional at the best of times. The thing is, I miss S. I know I shouldn’t. What I should mention here is that S came to New York; I don’t think I’ve mentioned that before (!). And not that I was expecting it to be a massive love fest because I truly believed at that time (and still do) it was over but I was expecting it to be fun. For the four of us (S, siblings and I) to have laughs. It didn’t turn out like that. It seemed my siblings took S’ side whenever he was making fun out of me. If I suggested doing anything other than shopping or stopping to take photos of random things – everything was ridiculed. Maybe that explains why I felt like this about it once I got back.
To cut a long and boring story short, S and I haven’t spoken since we got back. That was 5 weeks ago (yeah, I’m counting; yeah, I’m a saddo!) and since then I haven’t called or texted him. This is a big thing for me. It is hard to just lock someone off who has been a constant in your life for nearly 8 years. Someone who you’ve had communication with at least 90% of that time. We didn’t even have an argument. We just didn’t talk. And that in itself is enough for me to know that any hope I had that things could have worked themselves out between us (so I’m an optimist – sue me!).
But now it’s TTOTM and yesterday I cried. I miss him. I miss the amicable banter between us. I miss the fact that I didn’t have anyone to talk about the inauguration with. I miss hearing his voice. Even as I write it brings tears to my eyes and what with being at work, that’s probably not a good thing.
Why does TTOTM make me so emotional? I had an argument with my siblings about why they call each other instead of me when asking for a lift (petty I know) if I’m the one that’s coming to pick them up. It’s like calling a taxi company and the controller telling me where and when to go. I know this is something that’s stupid. Something that I wouldn’t usually even think about twice but yesterday it reduced me to tears.
TTOTM is awful. If I’m emotional at the best of times, TTOTM reduces me to a bawling overemotional jellyfish (what an analogy!).
A and I went out last night. It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other and I guess we had stuff to talk about. I really enjoy his company because it’s just so comfortable.
A certain blogger text me (yes, I have exchanged numbers with a fellow blogger!) saying to have a nice time with A which made me smile. The familiarity that A has on my blog is lovely.
I don’t know if I’ve mentioned before but A is my cinema buddy. Basically, we have these unlimited cards that we pay a small amount for each month and then we can see as many films as we want. They’re only valid at a certain chain but that’s OK because we have one within equidistance of where we both live. Over the last 10 months – we’ve seen a lot of films.
We met about an hour earlier and bless him, he bought me a milkshake (this is a big deal because he is poorer than I am!).
I love the fact that we don’t have to make the effort with each other. That we can turn up in our scraggiest clothes and not judge. Yesterday he looked like such a tramp; it actually beggared belief!
A was telling me about what’s been going in his life – love, money, family – the normal stuff. Obviously I was listening but at some point a HOT guy walked past.
I think that sometimes people walk past A and I and assume we are a couple. Though we don’t look like one. We’re hardly suited. You know, we do slouch against each other now and again but if you listen to our conversations, they mainly consist of him telling me “Your face is dust!” and me retaliating “You’re balding!” (you gotta love it!). Hardly whispering sweet nothings to each other!
Anyways, the hot guy walked past and he looked at me, looked at A and then looked back at me. So I did what any single girl would do – I smiled and he smiled back. And as he walked passed and carried on walking (away sadly), he looked back, shrugged his shoulders and smiled some more. A was completely oblivious to this. Would he have approached me if A wasn’t there? We’ll never know (I’m only saying that he was potentially slightly interested because guys never usually smile at me!).
We decided to watch Burn After Reading – A Coen Brothers film. The last Coen Brothers film we saw was No Country for Old Men – the ending of which left us well and truly stumped. I mean, we left the cinema thinking “WTF just happened?!”. You think we’d have learned but clearly no. Again, the film ended and again we sat there for about 5 minutes after the credits had finished rolling looking at the screen in utter disbelief. I get that it’s satire. Seriously, I do. Both great films but the ending left me slightly confused. Seriously!
Before we parted company, we hung around the foyer just talking (A, if and when you read this – you said when we both get married to our respective partners, we’re going to do a road trip across America – you love me!) and laughing and then he did something unexpected – he gave me a hug. This doesn’t happen very often unless it’s after a night out which is probably coz he’s drunk.
Again – you didn’t dun mess up last MBF!
Totally random post with nothing at all interesting but I wanted to document it!
It is unbelievably cold! I mean come on, we haven’t even ended October yet and yesterday we had sleet which turned to snow. What is up with this global warming malarkey?!
Don’t get me wrong though. Winter is one of my favourite seasons. I love those cool crisp mornings where there is that distinct chill in the air and yet the blue sky is clear for miles on end without a cloud in the sky. You don’t seem to be able to feel the Sun’s heat despite it shining blazingly in the horizon. And the air you exhale is made up of cloudy puffs.
I’m not what you call an early bird but I don’t mind getting up in the mornings – it’s just the initial leaving my warm, cosy bed that always puts me off. But there’s something (to me that is) comforting about getting up when it’s dark.
Wrapping up warm – making sure you have your gloves, scarf and anything else that is likely to keep the bitter wind avoiding contact with your skin.
There’s something about it that reminds me of Dickenson’s era. The glow from the street lights and people huddled against the cold – it comforts me.
That’s enough random rambling though.
With regards to the last post – It’s still not sorted but higher powers have got involved and advised me not to. So I’m not going to. At the end of the day, I’ve tried to do my best by everybody but there’s only so much I can do.
But A has been an absolute star – bless him. I didn’t tell him anything about it. I only told him that I needed some space and time to sort it out. I try not to get friends involved in family shit (serious issues I know!). But I tend to deal with those kind of things on my own or with my siblings.
Despite me telling him this – he text every day to ask me to meet up, and checking I was OK. And to me, that was much appreciated. I think it’s because he flops so much and I help him fix it – he wanted to pay his dues!
And B and I – well, that’s not sorted but we’re meeting Friday I think to try and sort things out… We’ll see how it goes I guess!
I'm leaving work soon so quickly:
There aren't too many thing that Britain are good at. I mean - you only have to look at our constituent states (England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland) and their football teams to know that we're a tad rubbish. Our cricket team don't fare too badly but it's so few and far between. And we're pretty much rubbish at most other sports!
This is why I love the Olympics - because it's gives the underdog nations a chance to show the world what they're good at. OK - so it's in China and we should have all boycotted it blah, blah, blah.... But it's such good entertainment!
I'm so impressed with Team GB. So much so that I've decided that I'm going to be nicer to all the cyclists on the road! Seriously!
I've been engrossed with Beijing 2008 since the opening ceremony. I mean - how on earth is London going to pull off anything half as good to compete against that?!
I've enjoyed watching the swimming and gymnastics (have you seen the bodies of the men?! Michael Phelps can swim with me anytime!) not to mention that I'm looking forward to the rest of the athletics - Usain Bolt's 200m dash and as always the 4x100m relay!
This isn't really a post that's meant to summarise the Olympics but just one that says I'm happy for Team GB. Third in the medal table and hopefully that's how we'll end it. Even if we don't - GB still smashed it! :)
I was doing so well. Moving on with stuff. Even getting my life into gear perhaps.
I accepted what I'd known for months - I hate my job. And rather than suffer (and believe me, it's a slow and painful suffering!), I became very pro active and started looking and applying for new jobs. I had an interview and several rejections. Which I didn't take too badly. Why? Because I decided that if I hadn't found a new job by December (which is only 3 months away), that I would go travelling for 3 months or so. Where? Central/South America. I think my desire to travel and do my own thing is becoming quite overwhelming so I need to get it out of my system. Especially since the 'rents are telling to me go and get married. Sometimes, I wish it would be easier if they just found me someone!
It's easier said than done as well. I mean - I'm not high maintenance and in a city where the population is about 8 million, how can I not find a tall, handsome man?! I was doing so well as well - I haven't spoken to S for about 6 weeks (big deal for us!) and I thought I was getting over my crush but after Saturday night, it seems as though all I did was try and bury my feelings. It's not like he's a great catch but he's fun. The best thing about a night out is getting food afterwards. And that's what we did - and we chatted for about 3 hours. I've missed him. We hadn't spoken like this for a while and it made me see why I did/do (I'm just as confused as you are!) have feelings for him.
I thought all was lost. I mean, I'd been doing so well. But I saw him yesterday as well and I realised why I am trying to get him out of my system - because he's an asshole! And asshole behaviour is not attractive - despite men thinking that most women fall for the asshole bad boy types!
Don't get me wrong - I appreciate what I've got - an amazing family, some of the bestest friends, a job (even if it is shit!) that pays and more. But sometimes I want the companionship that's offered from a relationship. Is that too much to ask?
I don't know if it's happened to you but it has to me. Not so much now though.
When I was younger (bear in mind, I'm still only in my 20's) - school, high school and university, people always asked me where I'm from. New people, not those who'd known me for years. Those who had known me for years asking this usually meant that they were questioning my life form!
But you know, it happens right. When you're first introduced to people - the question comes up. My answer? "I'm English". Because I am. The confused look on their face leads me to elaborate because I don't look like a typical English(wo)man (though what a typical English(wo)man looks like is in the eye of the beholder!). So then I tell them that my parents are from Sri Lanka.
"So you're Sri Lankan?"
"Well, my parents are Sri Lankan. I'm English - born and brought up in London."
Am I wrong? I'm not saying I'm not Sri Lankan. I'm of Sri Lankan origin. It's my ethnicity and most things about me screams Sri Lankan but I am English. Maybe people should be more specific in their questioning?
It doesn't seem to happen so much nowadays. I've noticed that as I've got older - I tend to meet more Sri Lankans. Maybe it's because nearly all (yes, all 10 of) my friends are Sri Lankan. Do people of the same culture/ethnicity flock together as they get older?
A random title for a random post! This will probably be the last one before I leave for my holiday so it might explain why it's a bit random.
I've been kickboxing since January (this could have and probably should have been included in my random 7 things! I only started it as part of my get fit campaign. In hindsight, it's quite clear that I didn't think it through. I mean, I chose a sport where they make you do thousands of push ups, sit ups, star jumps and on top of that - people get punched in the face! Quite frankly, my face doesn't need that!
If you watch me as I'm watching the others in my class spar, you'll see that I flinch a lot more than they do and they're the ones who are getting hurt! I feel their pain. I empathise so much - you'd think it was me out there!
Yesterday I had a grading - basically a test to see if you can wear the next colour of belt up. To pass this, you have to know certain combinations and exhibit a range of moves.
I was dreading it, the first couple I'd had were reasonable. But last night was awful. I didn't remember anything. I told them as well that I wasn't ready for it. I had to do an infinite number of press ups, and I had my Sensei telling me not to smile at him as I was miserably trying to remember combinations! Somehow it all came flooding to me right before the end of the grading so I upped my game about 40%.
Putting me out of my misery, my Sensei told me to stand in the middle of the do-jo in front of the class. As I walked up to him, we went through the motions of bowing to each other.
Sensei: "You failed."
Me: "Fair enough" gutted that I had been put through the torture all in aid of nothing. As I turned round to walk off...
Sensei: "Only joking!"
Me: "So not funny!" elated that I'd passed! I think he only passed me out of pity though. But I'll take it! A pass is a pass right. And all this for a yellow belt! I'm still about 6 belts away from being a black belt!
And the rhino? Well, I had a dream about 2 nights ago and I'm still surprised I remember it two days later! I usually don't even remember them when I wake up!
I was standing at the top of some kind of beach resort. Down below, I see all the holiday makers enjoying the sun, and there is a pier of some sort. In the distant horizon, I see a rhino hurtling through the water straight at the pier. Trying to film this on my camera and issue some kind of warning to those down below, I snap at somebody next to me who's shouting at me to film/take pictures of them! The rhino hits the pier as the holiday makers attempt to flee. And then the rhino runs along the coastal beach line with the pier trailing behind it before entering the water again and disappearing.
I'm not usually one to concentrate on things like this but I've not been able to get it out of my mind!
Completely and utterly bizarre!
No, not the seven deadly sins but once again I've been tagged by Darwin (who even apologised for it - bless her!).
The rules:
Here goes:
And now I must do the tagging so apologies in advance!
Saffron, QFAP, T, Spider, Meese, N and last but by no means least Pumudu.
I like you. A lot.
I know we're friends and you don't see me in that way.
I know I'm not your type.
I know that my friends think that I can do better. But they don't know you like I do.
They don't see the guy who doesn't want to become emotionally vulnerable by showing too much of himself.
They don't see the guy who makes me laugh. Who makes me forget about my worries.
They don't see the guy who has ambitions. You don't show that side of yourself to them.
I also know that you do my head in.
I know that you trust me with things that I'm not allowed to tell another soul.
I know you've said I'm the Yin to your Yang. That I'm your better half.
I know you don't know that it crushes me when you tell me this. That you don't know how I'm feeling inside.
I know that you'll meet the girl who's meant to be but is not me.
But I had to tell you. If only to extinguish the "what if?" hope that lies within. :(
I have been tagged here by RD but being fairly new to blogging, I think (and guess) it means that I do my ten random things that make me feel happy? Well:
Hope this will suffice RD... what happens now? Is this like a game of tag? Do I have to tag others?
