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On a Day Like This [an unanticipated sequel]

13 Aug

I mean who’d have thought I’d be waking up to an award after a day like /on-a-day-like-this/ By the way before my morning green-tea coffee [coffee sounds better], I wordpress – I know I’m a loser but what the heck.

Anywhoa, I did get the Reader Appreciation award courtesy *the best blogger in town* Ms. The Lunatic …and I woke up *wide awake* happier… [I’ve never NEVER ever won anything my entire life, not even a flipping *scrabble* match and it almost became a little difficult to accept it at first]

…and it was then that I realised I wasn’t ready with my acceptance speech.

Well so I began working on the rules [there are some rules]: for details please visit my previous post —> /the-reader-appreciation-award/ Working on the rules gave birth to my 41st post which got a *Like* even before I had time to get a look at my own post – post publishing. Sky was beginning to be the limit for my sky-rocketing happiness.

However, the most important part of it all is how unprepared I was. I mean I grew up with Award-fantasies be it the Oscars or the Golden Globe or the BAFTA or the Grammy… Mind you, it wasn’t necessarily because I was working towards any of those awards but because I loved the “acceptance speeches”. So my award-fantasies were actually about the speeches and not merely the awards. And when the part came where I had to “show appreciation to the blogger who awarded you”… my ultimate-fantasy come true… to speak out the words like “I’d like to thank my mom and dad…..”  The words didn’t come out… I was completely floored with overwhelm-ation… If you think I’m making a fuss about nothing, well you didn’t see me sweat on my keyboard and stare at the screen for H.O.U.R.S.

At the end of the day, it was nice to wake up to a day like this immediately after a day not-quite like this. That makes me live the single LIFE. The unpredictability of unbalanced depression, delusion and delight.

Image Source: http://robertadeiana.ifunnyblog.com/awardacceptancespeeches/

P.S. A speech in time saves nine (hours of staring at your laptop’s screen) 😀 😉 😉

I’m FREE

9 Aug

No, don’t ask me where I am

How far in the distance I’ve gone

Don’t utter, why I did this

Not even what I’m doing

Or who I’m with…

But if you must, ask me how I am.

Whatever that I have become

Wherever that I may be dwelling

And if it all may count some day

If it’d be worth it…

The answers I know

I do not wish to answer,

And of the unknown I too seek.

For where I am, I can’t see it

Far enough into the future.

Where I dwell, I don’t have time

Brooding in the moments, gone.

So all I’ll tell you is I am living

Breathing in and out

Clinging to the bread I get…

Feeds sprout from the ground

Water spout from all around

Horizon is what I follow.

Sun keeps company, Moon lullabies.

Cold blankets me in winter

Heat warms me in summer

In autumn, I yearn; in spring, I dance.

Come what may, I can take it all

So if you must, know I am happy

And know I’m free…

Good at being BAD

7 Aug

Once I read somewhere –>

In a country of blinds, the one-eyed man is stoned to death.

….And here come the stones…

Ouch! I’m bleeding, nearing the end with each hit.

All I wish for now is a quicker death.

When you are [a one eyed man] pointing a gun, remember that some MILLION stones are showering your way.

SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND SPEAK

SOURCE:http://missperple.deviantart.com/art/Don-t-Speak-145618257?q=sort%3Atime+favby%3ACrispyGurl420&qo=0

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wordpress vs. World Pressure

5 Aug

Oh how I wish life out there were just the way it’s in here?! There’s a big beautiful world in here compared to a Big Bad world out there. Want some proof?

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L1fe of Str1fe

4 Aug

1. The Peanut-Circle:

Beginning/ end: I used to work for peanuts a long time back while babysitting my cousin. After school, I worked in a preschool for little more than peanuts.  You should have seen me then, swelling with pride. Then came the full-time corporate job after uni —> Monday to Friday, 9 to 5 high-paying, boring, monotonous desk-top white-collar job. I realised too soon I wasn’t enjoying the job apart from the salary. I quit. Went back to college to study. Dropped out of college after a year, traveled a bit and NOW back to working for peanuts. Beginning??? End???

2. My way or Highway

So I think sometimes it’s important to just sit back and stop whatever it is that you’re doing ~ take time off for no reason and travel all alone.  Go out there “On the Road” and “Into the Wild”. See different things or see things differently. Don’t get back until you’re ready. Don’t get back until you’ve figured out what is it that you’re “ready” for. This may be a time to collect your thoughts or the time to clear your head of all the “junk” thoughts.

http://www.dafyd.me.uk/

Being single = the privilege to start what I can/may never finish OR call it quits before I even start.

Being single = the downside of having no one to pin it on when things go wrong (as they always will)

3. The Peanut-butter Theory

 

And at the end of the day if everything else fails and all life has to offer is peanut, churn it into peanut butter [yummmm] and enjoy your peanut-butter sandwich. Lame as it may sound, I speak from experience and I love peanut butter. I can have them straight from the bottle.

Maybe some day it’ll all make sense [to me, at least]

what A wonderful world

2 Aug

Woke up a happy camper to the flow of “Follow” and the line of “Like”. I can feel/smell/ taste/ see/ hear Lois Armstrong’s  What a wonderful world!!!

I feel like a child – and child I am – in “wordpress“. Every time I hear that you’ve-got-mail beep, I grin wide and wider hoping it’s the notification mail from wordpress. If it is, my heart skips a beat (every… time) and the grin widens a little more. I can’t express how wonderful I feel to see my posts getting “Like”s from the likes of wonderful writers/ bloggers. Phew, it really is a wonderful world.

So here’s trying to share my happiness because it’s a good thing to share, I believe.

Thank you and thank you some more

for your “like” and “follow”.

I’m on a look out for more. O_O

My lame attempt at a 3-line poem… well… it’s my personal version of  “spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings…. emotion recollected in tranquility…” [William Wordsworth]

rain OR shine

1 Aug

… a slow start… a slower day… I’m looking outside and it’s all white… it’s not winter but it’s slightly chilly, maybe because it’s drizzling… the world around me is engulfed in white and the white is slowly rising, like the curtain raising for a much-awaited show, in clusters of cottony mist… listening to Adele’s “daydreamer” and trying to write something…

I am a water-person (not only because I drink a lot of water). I love the oceans, rivers, lakes, ponds, lagoons, waterfalls, streams, brooks and all forms of water-bodies except the puddles. However, I love the rain – be it drizzling or pouring cats and dogs – the only forms of water that I may not be interested in are puddles and Tsunami and its likes.

My dream-house has always had to be either by a lake/river/waterfall…. but then again I don’t mind trading it for a mansion with ocean-view or like the house-in-stilts from the movie “the Lake house”. I have never imagined a dream-house without water around it in any way. I’d love to go to Maldives, some day.

Some of my unforgettable waterfront memories:

  • Once a friend asked me to pick a place for her civil wedding and when the limited number of intimate friends gathered, they all gave me knowing looks – it was by a beautiful creek.
  • On one chilly new year’s morning, I called my friends to accompany me (if not meet me there) by this lagoon. It was almost freezing and we were thoughtfully covered in our down-jackets. Two of my friends started fishing and to my pleasant-surprise, the fishing activity invited a lot of ripples (and luckily NO fish). I was grinning ear to ear until I saw a grumpy (not-a-morning-person-at-all) friend sitting next to me, pulling up his jacket every passing second, giving me what’s-there-to-smile-about-in-this-freezing-morning look.
  • A friend had bought an SUV and who happened to know how much I love them. He called me and surprised me with the news. It was way past midnight (he used to work late shifts) and he was on his way home. I told him we could go for a ride. Knowing my undying love for SUV’s he came to pick me up. We went to…. a beach. I think it was past 2 am and I’ll never forget how our shadows reflected on the waves. It was beautiful.
  • I fell in love with my ex after I saw his apartment. Well not quite like that, it was actually after I saw the view of a beautiful lagoon from his apartment. I may forget my ex, but I won’t forget the view. I myself am not a morning person but I used to get up early (like before 6) to enjoy the sunrise by the lake. We broke up after he shifted to a new place. No, no, no… the break-up had nothing to do with him moving. It’s just that I don’t believe in a long-distance relationship and on top of that I need to be single forever.

my collage – can’t stop clicking when i see the water (any forms)

I am fortunate to live by a lake, at present. The house isn’t on stilts 😦 and I don’t have a mail-box but the sad part about living here is – it looks like I’ve started taking my fortune for granted because I have missed the sunrise for a long long time now. [Note to MEself: wake up early tomorrow, take a pic and maybe blog about it]. But that’s another perk of being single and working for “peanuts” – I am at my OWN disposal. So if I do get up early tomorrow, it’s because I WANT TO not because i have to….

M loving it ———–> http://macdonaldsbestellen.webklik.nl/page/

i :heart: Friends

31 Jul

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the Girl with A-Z

31 Jul

[I am obsessed/ possessed] f I were Steig Larsson, I’d/ could be:

  • The S1NGLE Girl with an All-you-can-shop-for-A-dollar dream-sale this Christmas
  • The S1NGLE Girl with a Big crush on Prince Harry
  • The S1NGLE Girl  with a Career that’s nowhere in anyone’s field of vision
  • The S1NGLE Girl  with a Desire to own a new MacBook Pro (just to snub people who own Dell, like me)
  • The S1NGLE Girl  with an Enthusiasm for lazing around
  • The S1NGLE Girl  with a Fat Finger (so badly wanted to write “ass”, alas my ass isn’t fat)
  • The S1NGLE Girl  with a Gaudier-than-thou fashion sense (violently suppressed in the name of sanity)
  • The S1NGLE Girl  with a Heightened sense of Humour (which apparently no one understands hence the word “heightened”)
  • The S1NGLE Girl  with an I-want-everything-that-they-have-but-can’t-work-the-way-they’re-working attitude
  • The S1NGLE Girl  with a Joke nobody laughs at (ref. H above)
  • The S1NGLE Girl  with a “Knightingale” title for sale (Holler at upcoming boy-bands/ boy-artists who’d like to have a knick-name)
  • The S1NGLE Girl  with a Longing to live a s1ngle life forever
  • The S1NGLE Girl  with a Money-making machine (in futurospect)
  • The S1NGLE Girl  with a Nomination for Nobel Prize in Literature (again in futurospect)
  • The S1NGLE Girl  with an Obnoxious family and friends (who apparently think just the same about me)
  • The S1NGLE Girl  with a Peculiar sense of Plagiarism

  • The S1NGLE Girl  with a Queitly brilliant brilliance (sorry HTC, how I wish I could say “Intelligent minds think alike” but I have already confessed of what I am in the point above)
  • The S1NGLE Girl  with a Rat that runs in when the lights go out in the Room
  • The S1NGLE Girl  with a S1ngal (Single) blog (and you’re in it, right now)

  • The S1NGLE Girl  with a T-shirt that says “Whaling Sucks”
  • The S1NGLE Girl  with  an Unbearably good looking crush (ref.  second bullet point)
  • The S1NGLE Girl  with a Violent loVe for words starting with “V” (long before the world got obsessed with V for Vendetta)
  • The S1NGLE Girl  with a Wish to be the Girl with the something tattoo
  • The S1NGLE Girl  with an X-rated vocabulary hardly used hence obsolete
  • The S1NGLE Girl  with a Yoko Ono and John Lennon’s poster in her parents’ room (maybe)
  • The S1NGLE Girl  with a Zeroing bank balance (I wish I could suffix this with “maybe” but I CAN’T)

When in misery… NAG

30 Jul

One of my biggest fears when it comes to living the life I’ve decided to live is – What happens….. later?

As of now, I’m carefree (sort of). Even with my supersonic-ally depleting finance, I’m still managing to stay afloat, still trying to write or rather type, sometimes even post a blog here. I have no one but myself to blame for my meagre income and errr I’m not complaining. How I wish my fear were limited to finance! It’s not. Because I’m hoping that before I retire, I’ll find something to retire on, I mean money-wise. If not there’s always a chance I’ll get involved in big bank heists.

The BIG Fear

What bothers me more than my finance is – Once upon a time an obnoxious colleague from my ex-workplace had predicted that I’ll turn into a never-married-nagging old hag. His words have been nagging me ever since.

Imagemy uncluttered desk :O

The story of my DESK:

  • A neat desk was next to impossible when I was in my teens. I never had a desk earlier (I mean it was there somewhere obscured by the books, papers, clothes and what not). I know my mom’s going to flip if she ever finds/ sees my desk this way. Have I grown up?? If that’s the case, I don’t mind.
  • Now, if my desk isn’t that way, I freak out, I yell, I scream (in my heart and mind) at the one who’s tried to disturb the sanctum of my uncluttered desk. As soon as the culprit is out of sight, I quickly bring back the sanctity. There was a time my desk was so cluttered, it was invisible. Now I have a desk which, when I look back, comes as a BIG surprise to my older-self. I must have grown up, I still don’t mind.
  • What I’ll soon really/ actually mind is – as of now I’m screaming/ yelling in silence. However, somewhere in the future is a possibility that the yelling/ screaming, like my desk, may surface to audibility and thus visibility. Those screamings and yellings will obviously spell “naggings”.

I seriously do not want to give my colleague the pleasure of being correct. We are no longer in touch but that’s not the point. If I turn into a nagger, I’ll definitely be proving him right. Every passing day when I complain about little things which aren’t done the way I want them to be done, I ask myself – Am I “really” turning into a nagger?

But what’s it got to do with me being single? At the end of the day, we all become naggers when we grow old, don’t we? It’s actually not nagging but it’s the knowing. “Ignorance is bliss” and so there’s no need to nag; obviously now, is there? One doesn’t need to be a rocket-scientist to understand that if “ignorance” is equal to “bliss” than “knowledge” the opposite of “ignorance” is equal to “misery” the opposite of “bliss”. When in misery, everything’s miserable and thus the “nagging” comes about.

Hence, I’d like to stress on the fact that “nagging” has more to do with knowledge than growing old s1ngle. Tidying my desk isn’t the only thing that’s changed in me with time.

  • I used to be the shortest-tempered person ever known (to people who knew me) and these days people (the others who’ve come to know me of late) ask me if I ever get angry.
  • I no longer argue and I don’t get infuriated when someone doesn’t listen to my side of the story. I’ve learned they have their own version and instead I listen to them to learn about the other side of the coin (whether I like it or not stays with me).
  • Look at me, I’ve started blogging (opening myself up to the whole world out there). There was a time I used to keep my journals and poems locked up, scared what “they” might think of it.
  • Beauty was vanity before but now I’ve learned it’s more of a therapy and that anyone can look beautiful. Also I’ve become fully aware of the explosive combination of beauty and brain which in turn becomes a HUGE confidence booster (especially as the proud bearer of such combination). I’m absolutely self-confident.
  • I had some kind of self-destructive tendencies but now I’ve learned to love myself. I’ve learned to accept compliments that come my way, without being too cynical about it. “Why is he/she giving me compliments? What does he/she want?
  • Grudges are a thing of past. I forgive others and when it comes to forgiving myself, it’s even faster.
  • I have a crush on Prince Harry and no longer do I imagine another damsel in distress waiting to be swept off her feet. I AM the one WAITING. Unlike the times I was growing up, now my stories about the good looking boys I meet have me starring opposite them 😉

ImagePrince “Charming” Harry

  • Further to my change above, I no longer think that I have to be holed up in a corner just because I’ve chosen to be single. In contrast, I go out and have fun and I definitely enjoy every bit.
  • I’m pretty sure I’ve become someone I’d have loved to hang around with as a kid.
  • I have quit smoking.

Of course there are more changes but at the moment those are inappropriate in terms of relevance. Hence nagging has nothing to do with me being s1ngle and everything to do with me becoming more knowledgeable. The fearful question, however, still remains – to nag or not to nag. Well, if nagging comes along with a price tag of all the lovely virtues above, then to hell with my ex-colleague’s accuracy of prophecy. Let him be the prophet while I’ll be a proud old-nagging hag.

For now, I’m confident especially from my rambling above that I’ll justify all or any vices as and when they emerge. If nagging is the result of gaining knowledge, what are the chances of me being caught with my guards down? Zilch, I suppose.

Sine qua non – As far as “later” is concerned, I’d rather hum to Doris Day’s number “…whatever will be, will be… the future’s not ours to see… que sera sera”

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