Rumour Mill

2+2=5?!

OK - so I'm a lil' bit of a gossip but sometimes I read some blogs and then I read some other blogs and then I read some more blogs and I can't help but think if any of those that I have read are directing their posts at the others that I have read.

Confused?

Basically I'm just suspicious of who's getting it on in the blogosphere!

And then there are those that I want to be getting it on in the blogosphere!

Maybe I'm just reading too much into things....

Awkward

T: One of your friends on our table was super cute and I 'sensed' some chemistry? What was her name and am I wrong? Good to see you tonight sweets. X

Scrumps: Which one? Let me know innit. Always a pleasure seeing you too honey! x

T: Ah man. Don’t make me describe a Sri Lankan gal. Sat next to A? Slim, tanned? x

S: His wife you mean?!

T: Duh! The other side! X

S: RL?

T: One more? I know who RL is, punk.

S: A was sitting in between RL and his wife!

T: Erm..I just remembered, she probably wasn’t sitting at our table but you were hanging out with her at the dance floor. Oh I give up!

Justifying

If you work hard, you should play hard right?

I'm just trying to justify what I've done.

Betty is definitely on her last legs. And as much as I want to keep her, it's definitely not financially viable for me to keep her and buy a new car. So I've put down a deposit (inclusive of Betty) for a new car.

And why am I justifying this? Because it's a brand new BMW 320SE convertible. Being delivered in September. And it's going to cost me a fortune!

I knew I wanted a convertible when I was looking. Mainly because I'm at an age where if once I get married, I'll need a car that's a bit more family orientated right? And then as I get older, I'll need a car that suits the needs of me and my family. And when I get old(er), I don't want to be one of those old people who drive convertibles thinking they're cool when they're really not (cue Friends reference - season 7, episode 14 where at the the end the old guy with the same car comes along and goes "How cool are we?!")! So I went along to BMW just to see what was available. Myself - I wanted a lil' 1 series. Small, compact and within my price range. My brother and cousin on the other hand were living vicariously through me! And so I was steered towards the 3 series. And well, once I sat in one - that was that really!

Why do I need to justify it? Well, what with paying a mortgage, bills, travel and occasionally buying shoes(!), I am going to have to make some lifestyle changes in order to accommodate the car! But like I said - you work hard, you play hard so a few sacrifices will have to be made somewhere. And I've started looking for a second part time job!

So the car has been ordered, the deposit has been paid and is now just waiting delivery. But like I told A - the only place the car will be going is up and down my driveway because I'll be too scared to drive it with the thought that I might damage it!

But oh well - how awesome is it going to look?! And any suggestions for names will be taken on board! :)

BARE Pressure!

A & R are getting married next weekend. I have no weekends free until August now as most are taken up with weddings, mehndis and receptions! I'm not even a bride and it's crazy!

But now my tension has got worse as both A & R have asked me to take some "candid shots"!

My SLR photography skills are limited! I'm still learning. This is immense pressure.

A Picture Over Words

Image courtesy of ponandzi.com

Amma-isms

I have road rage. It's a proven fact.

Yesterday - the whole of my area was gridlocked because of some damn traffic lights that haven't been working now for 4 days! Seriously - why do I pay council tax if you guys can't fix things?!

I was in a rush to get to the hardware store to buy some more paint so that I could paint the skirting board before the carpet gets fitted (this morning!). So you can imagine that my patience was at an all time low.

As I indicated to turn left, the car behind refused to give way (some posh sports car that was very big!). Cue me getting irate.

I try not to swear when Amma is in the car but yesterday I couldn't help myself.

"Oh you f***ing w***er! I hope you can f***ing lip read you motherf***er! With your big ass car!" And I continued effing and blinding for about 5 minutes (thoroughly pissed off!).

About 10 minutes later, I must have been talking about some other man and my Amma who pays no attention to me (clearly!) goes " Who? That wonka?!" and points to the car who refused to give way earlier!

Cheered me up no end.

How Young

I don’t write about my sister much. In fact, I always group my siblings together and my brother gets mentioned more so than she does. The only reason is because he does more than she does.

My sister is a quiet soul. She’s calm and she doesn’t share too much. She’s a bit different to both me and my brother and would probably rather stay in as opposed to a night out (I’m the opposite most of the time).

My brother is in Canada at the moment with my dad. A holiday of convenience to get my dad out of the way so that we can redecorate our living room (and that saga will follow later!). It’s been tough – my sister and I definitely not cut out for manual labour! We’ve managed to strip the walls of wallpaper, get the plastering sorted (someone else did this!) and start painting.

Yesterday as me and my sister were painting, she opened up to me. I remember when she was 16, I found out she had a boyfriend. I went mad. Seriously. The role of the bigger sister has not shone as brightly as did that day. 16 is too young right? And he was 3 years older than her. It just wasn’t the done thing. I remember there were tantrums. My brother knew about it kinda. My parents were completely confused as to why none of us were talking to each other. I remember telling her that she I wouldn’t accept it. I remember her telling me that she’d always choose her family over him. And that she was sorry. There’d be nothing more about this “relationship”. He – a family friend who I’ve known just as long as my sister – someone whom to this day, I love dearly. So what was the problem? I really do believe she was too young.

Fast forward 8 years. They are still in each other’s lives. In fact – he is as much of our family as could be. But they have never pursued where they left off. Mainly because our family has so many issues with him. But now, my sister has grown up. Today is her 24th birthday. My beautiful baby sister. And whilst we were painting yesterday she spoke of how she feels about him. How he feels about her and what path she could take. The fact that we can share such things over such random activities brings smiles and tears – happy emotional tears.

And to me, that is what makes what we have special.

To my beautiful baby sister – Happy Birthday my fatty!

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