The Lazy shall inherit the Earth.

Don't let go

2010-10-06T23:38:00.000+08:00

The past couple of years have been quite spiritual for me. It started with a book that got me thinking about a lot of things - God (and I use the term loosely), our connection to one another, faith, belief. I didn't realise it then but the book in itself was a stepping stone to many other spiritual discoveries.

I'm hoping this blog doesn't turn into a debate on whether God exists or not. For me, there does exist an entity that has laid out the grand scheme of things. I don't see myself as a pawn but I do see myself as being given the chance to live, experience, learn, become wiser and ultimately realise that love really is all that matters. I've realised that that entity always provides the right chance for growth, when we're truly ready for it. Coincidence? Perhaps. But I've felt that the coincidences occur in too beautiful a way for them to be...well - coincidence!

Sometimes when I would feel particularly lost I would ask God to give me a sign. Not a sign that would show that I'll get what I wished for, but a sign to let me know that I'll be okay. Up until two years back, I never received a tangible sign but my request was often followed by a sense of being loved. I didn't understand it back then...it felt like an odd sense of comfort and relief ,but don't the three feelings go hand-in-hand? Since then, I've experienced such odd coincidences, talked to such wonderful people and seen such life-changing dreams that I feel like I'm finally starting to get the plot.

Imagination? Delusion? Wishful thinking? I have no idea, but whatever it was/is, it's made me stronger and it's made my life better.

It's helped me deal with one crisis after another simply because I've felt love. Not on a romantic level, not at a platonic level but at a spiritual level. The type of love that's touched my heart, branded it and forever altered my take on life.

We're so used to looking for the fine print or the conditons attached to a good feeling, that we don't fully allow ourselves to accept it, experience it and reciprocate the feeling. I know I have miles to go before I become a better and more loving person, but I feel lucky to be experiencing the change at this age.

Whatever the religion you follow, you can't deny the fact that once we all learn how to give love freely and live with love, the world will change for the better.

I guess what I'm trying to say is how can anyone hurt and be hurt when they love and allow themselves to receive unconditional love? I'm talking about just pure love - toward anyone and everyone, toward a stranger if you think they need it, toward an animal, toward your enemy, toward the world, toward the universe.

Go on....what have you got to lose by trying? :)

Mahi does Kolkata

2010-06-20T16:00:00.004+08:00

The 4th of June marked my first (of many, I'm sure) trip to my future-maybe-home of Kolkata.

Wait, what?!
Reeewind...........

So my dear Avi is currently based in Kolkata and so it would seem that in Kolkata, is where my future lies!
I'll be honest, the thought of moving of India kinda scares the living daylights out of me, but when I stop to think about it - hasn't my whole life been about moving and adapting? And so the Mahi shall move, adapt and bring her own brand of crazy to Kolkata (or wherever else I end up).
:)

This trip was the first of many, many things:

1) My first time taking a certain flight carier to India, all alone.
And what a maiden voyage it was. So I boarded the rickety little flight to Kolkata. The word 'rickety' should pretty much clue you in on the state of the plane. I won't mention the flight carrier but I reeeally wish I could just so that none of you guys have to suffer like I did. The food was awful. It's never a good sign when you can't quite identify what you're eating - "Is the sandwich filled with cheese? Egg-white? Mayonnaise? Foam? Puffy white clouds from hell?
Here's the kicker - the toilets were unisex. (Oh.My.God.)* I know this comes off as awfully racist but come on, we all know the state of the loos on flights packed with Indians.
And of course I always end up in the seat either in a row of crying babies or in this case - diagonally behind a very concerned perv who kept turning around to check if my chest was still where it should be.
*Okay, so it's been brought to my attention that ALL flights have unisex toilets. I really am living on my own planet. Sorry, crappy flight carrier. This still doesn't take away from the fact that your overall service, seats and food sucks!!
After that, I thought hey...things can't get worse, I've landed safe and sound, yay! So, imagine my surprise when I realised the airport didn't have trolleys...yep, no trolleys. So I'm there, with all my baggage, but nothing to put it on! I struggled, BROKE A NAIL, listened with silent, mean, joy as a disgruntled 70 year old woman ripped the airport officials a new one, as she ranted about the lack of trolleys. Thankfully, I soon rested my eyes upon Avi waiting for me. An oasis in the desert and what relief, bliss, happiness, joy, love and peace, I experienced! All was fine once again :)

2) My first time tasting the food in Kolkata
Wow. Wow. Wow. Good stuff and great service but damn, these guys really like their chilli don't they? Drinking copious amounts to douse the fire on my tongue and in my belly aside, the food was delish and the desserts were delish-er! Also, I don't think I've ever had so much tea in my life, people here are very passionate about their food and drink. I think I'll fit right in ;)

3) My first time visiting the Kalighat temple
Located in a bit of a dodgy area, this temple was quite an eye-opener! While it felt incredibly powerful, it was so unlike any other temple I had been to - animal sacrifices, women in trances, dogs and rats running around....I'm not sure I'd visit it again but I'm glad I saw it this time around.

4) My first time shopping in Kolkata
So I realised I'm really not much of a shopper. Show me 5 outfits and tell me to pick one - no problem. But start bringing in outfit after outfit after outfit...and it messes my head up! I'm likely to pick one just to end the process. When I finally do my wedding shopping, I'm taking Mom with me - let her pick and make me choose. Freedom of will (in this case) is so overrated.
Some of the shopkeepers were a little too pushy for my liking - one lady shoved a punjabi suit into my hands and instructed about 5 times "You take this."
"Ummm, no thank you?"
On the upside - I made the shopkeepers happy because they finally had a customer tall enough to wear the outfits. It's like outfits were made for me! I felt so special and princessy trying on the first 8-10 outfits...after that, I just got downright tired.

5) My first visit to the apartment we'll be living in
I visited the beautiful cosy apartment we'll be living in. I could hardly believe I was in the house in which I'd probably be raising my kids in. How time flies and how grown-up I felt!
I also managed to offload a quarter of my luggage in the apartment. Consisting mostly of home accessories and a few clothes - it was my little way of Mahi-fying the house!

6) My first time having a cockroach crawl up leg
I don't come across roaches in Singapore often and getting upclose and personal with one was NOT an experience I relished, I can tell ya that. One particularly adventurous roach decided to climb Mount Mahi while I was taking a shower. The silent shock, horror and repulsion I experienced was mindblowing and almost like a bit of a spiritual experience.
*Shuddddddder*

So Kolkatta wasn't a bed of roses but I feel lucky because when I do move there, I'll have Avi by my side and some very lovely people as friends! I'd like to think I'll not only make the most of my stay there, but even enjoy it quite a bit :) (fingers crossed!)

Lessons Learnt (part 236)

2010-05-28T20:48:00.000+08:00

A lesson a day keeps....one from messing up later on?

We learn all sorts of lessons, every day. Sometimes the lesson learnt can be communicable via word-of-mouth:
"Don't go into that cubicle, the toilet is a right MESS!" (It was. People who leave loos like that need to get their heads flushed. Ladies, DON'T HOVER.)
"Don't watch that movie, it got terrible reviews for a reason." (That's three hours of my life I'll never get back.)
"Don't eat there, we found cockroaches in the food not once, but twice." (This lesson needed to be taught to my friends and I, twice.)

Ah if only all lessons were learnt this easily, no?

More often than not though, we need to go through experiences in order understand the lesson behind it. And sometimes an experience needs to occur more than once.

After all the poop hits the fan, I think it's important to take with you the lesson, and not the emotions associated with the experience. It's not an easy task but I guess there's a lesson to be learn there as well.

The lucky ones are the ones who accept what has happened and move on...but more importantly - who have loved ones to help them through the ordeal.
:)

Raising the Bar..Naaat!

2010-04-07T11:42:00.005+08:00

Since my darling Arpeeta upped and left Singapore after she got married, my clubbing/pubbing nights haven't come to a screeching halt but they have reduced quite a bit. Still, I'm pleased to announce that the level of craziness hasn't. Behold:

Free drinks and an e-mail address
Hans and I arrive at a popular loungey-clubby place, to celebrate my getting a job. Turns out she knows the bartender and he in turn seems pleased to see us (....who wouldn't be, right? :P).

Bartender: Tell you what, for every drink you guys buy, I'll give you two - on the house!
Me: Oh no, no, that's very nice of you but I was only going to have a couple of drinks and then make a move...
About 8 drinks later....
Me: Haaaaans! This drink has strawberries in it! ACTUAL STRAWBERRIES!!!

Another 5 drinks later we start chatting with a Brazilian lady, and of all things, about politics.
Brazilian woman: That Dick Cheney, I tell you...
Me: Yeah! Dick Cheney SUCKS! (skulls her drink)
Hans: And that Sarah Palin!
Me: Sarah Palin SUCKS!! (skulls the other one)

The night ends with us somehow landing up at another club with 2 Germans in tow, downing mojitos and I wake up the next morning to find
1) a mysterious email address entered in my phone book..??!
(Once the alcoholic fog cleared up I realised it was the Brazilian woman's email address. I was still single at that time and it annoys me that of all things, I collected an EMAIL ADDRESS and that too - a woman's email address?! Sheesh. Pick-up FAIL, Mahi.)
2) some weird name in the phone book but with no number...guess I must have not been that into the guy!
3) myself wondering how bad my hangover was going to be (I found out through the course of the day that it was, in fact, TERRIBLE)

YMCA Dancing
Avi and I joined a couple of our friends at a popular club in Bombay. Imagine my sheer and immense joy when they started playing the YMCA song and ALL the waiters and bartenders jumped on the tables and bar and started dancing - in sync!
Also it was one of the few times I've seen Avi get tipsy and to answer your urgent question - yes, Avi turns into a very smiley drunk :) Also...I can do the YMCA pretty well after 3 drinks.

A bottle of wine
This is just awesome. Not my story but my friend X's, who was recounting this to us at lunch. She was at the afore mentioned popular loungey-clubby place when she met a guy at the bar. He asked if she wanted to have some wine. X agreed to a glass but the guy ordered a whole bottle.
After having some, X announced that she needed to visit the ladies and that she'd be back. Oh, also please note that X was pretty tipsy even before she met the guy at the bar.
So, clutching the walls of the room, X slowly made her way to the loo, did her thing, walked out of the club, hopped into a cab and drove off....all the while thinking "What am I forgetting upstairs?"

Uh....

Ahhh I love the crazy! :D

How I Met Your Dad*

2010-03-31T15:44:00.004+08:00

* My future kids' Dad, not like, YOUR Dad...Also, yes, I like watching 'How I Met Your Mother'.

So here's the story of how I met my Husband-to-be. Sit back, relax, grab a drink and enjoy. Or if you're at work, then be sure to make this window reeeeally tiny.

So the year was 2009 and I was headed to India for my cousin's wedding. There I was - slightly jaded and not really in the mood to find love.

After all, I had spent years wondering if there was an equation to this love business (only to realise there wasn't really), going through crappy Valentine's Days, and I had my childhood hopes dashed to the ground when I turned 23. Oh, and let's not forget going through many a soul-crushing arranged-marriage introduction. *Shudder*

So I wasn't really in the mood to find love, but little did I know that perhaps love was in the mood to find me! Heh heh.

So my family and I arrived in India and headed to my Cousin R's place. Cousin R - a fine, upstanding young man, was getting married to D - a super-smart, petite doll. As soon as we entered the house, all of Dad's sister's and my cousins, started discussing marriage. Of course I started inwardly (and outwardly) groaning because I knew this would inevitably end up with my mom and I arguing about HER choice in men when it comes to arranged marriages.

So me being me, I turned to R:
"So..any cute men at this wedding?"
R thinks and goes 'Well Mahi, I don't know about cute but there IS this really super-nice guy..."
"How tall?"
"About your height, maybe taller..."
"I see, and how cute?"
"Mahi, sraight men don't think about other men being cute..."
"Bah."

My innocent query started a ruckus and within 15 minutes the entire family started teasing me about this allegedly super-nice guy.

I thought everyone had gone insane and my mood was quickly heading from 'Annoyed' to 'You-people-are-ridiculous-leave-me-alone'. It got even worse when my Mom and aunts forbade me from wearing my 3 inch heels because well..I end up looking quite Amazonian in them. It's safe to say that I was in a pretty rotten mood that night.

The next night was the first event - the cocktail night. I'm hanging out (in my FLATS) with my brother and Cousin K when I see Cousin R beckoning me. R is standing with his fiancee D, and a little distance from them are a boy and girl - both friends of D, who met them when she was doing her Masters in the US.

So R grins excitedy pulls me towards them and I casually notice the boy is about my height. Suddenly I can see R's diabolical plan has been put into action but it's too late!

"Oh...NO..nononono.........".

R calls out to the boy "Hi! Avi, this is Mahima, Mahima meet Avi!!" and he just stands there, grinning, looking back and forth. The poor girl that Avi was with is completely ignored. Avi turns around and the first thing I think to myself is "Wow my mom would love this guy. He virtually wears a halo...or maybe it's just the lighting". The second thing I think to myself is "Stop staring and act cool, Mahima!"

Of course in those few microseconds I've taken in the guy's stats with my powers of super-observation - 5'10, curly hair, light brown eyes, nice even teeth, neat hands, well-pressed suit. Not too shabby!

I recover from my mortification and hold out my hand to shake his (nice clean hands as well...zing!), and I do the same to the girl - A. We smile and make small talk. This continues throughout the evening and I'm struck by what a genuinely nice fellow this Avi person is. Plus I'm all about getting vibes so I got good vibes from this one. I don't mean ANY of this in a lusty way, I swear!

I later see my Dad talking to this guy, for a good half an hour and I wonder for a few seconds if I should go in and save him (Avi, not Dad) but then I think "Naaah." After the conversation Dad comes up to me and asks excitedly "So where is this guy that everyone was talking about last night?" and I morosely say "You just spent the last half an hour talking to him.."
"Oh! Neat looking guy. His suit was very well pressed, I was quite impressed!"
"Et tu, Dad?"

An hour or so into the evening, Avi, A and I are talking when R comes upto Avi, grins and goes "Avi, this is my cousin Mahima, Mahima, this is Avi."
I'm thinking "Yes, that's been established since we've been standing here and talking to each other since the past 10 minutes" but instead I'm once again mortified and I go "Oh very subtle, R. Thanks." and to my utter horror I see Avi giving him a small grin and I'm thinking "Oh my God, he's in on this!?! Halo, my foot!!"

(Of course I later found out that Avi wasn't in on R's plan and thought R was drunk when he made the second inroduction.)

So we chit chat throughout the evening and meet again the next day at the wedding and the evening reception. I was quite amazed by him because he seemed like such a good-hearted person. We got along great and it felt like a relief to meet someone who wasn't putting on a show to impress and to be honest - it felt great to not have to put on a show either.

At the end of the recepion, all of us were saying goodbye to one another and I gave him a hug and said "Keep in touch". He smiled and said he would but I knew chances were he probably wouldn't (coz, hey..they never do, right?) but I couldn't quite explain the immense sadness I felt at having to say goodbye to him and worse still - the thought of never meeting him again.

I left India, happy that I had made some new friends. My Mom left India annoyed that she hadn't met any potential son-in-laws - but she needn't have worried about that.

It turns out that Avi did keep in touch with me when I got back... and every day after that. When I thought about how I'd have loved to have Avi as a friend, I didn't realise that maybe that's the exact same plan the Big Guy up there had :)

Before either of us knew it, he proposed and I accepted. My parents love him, my bro thinks he's a good guy, my friends adore him (mostly he coz he bribed them by buying them gifts when he visited Singapore) and most importantly - Kelso loves him.

We'll be getting married at the end of the year and I don't quite know how to end this post! A simple "Ta-daaa!" seems lacking and maybe rightfully so - after all this isn't the end :)

Now, if only I can come up with a good enough way to squirm out of no. 9 on this post.....

Back on the Bandwagon

2010-03-24T20:38:00.002+08:00

Wow, look like I totally fell off the bloggin bandwagon! The last post was January 2009. It's been a while, huh? This feels like I've come back to a familiar favourite haunt, only to find that not only has it changed a bit (what on earth are these new blogger featues?!!?) but I've changed even more!

Guess I really did follow my own advice.So much has happened in the past year - a new job, new friends, a new lifestyle and oh yeah............................I'm engaged!

Now, let's have a moment of silence for the hot, gorgeous men who shall no longer be able to experience, first-hand, the excellent, awesome, fantastical flirting skills of The Mahi.
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Yup, Mahi's in lurve and one *ahem* very lucky, lucky man is in lurve right back! Of course I'll be dishing the dirt on how we met - I've not changed that much, I still like sharing the gossip and let's not forget the true purpose of this blog - I want to re-read this stuff years down the road!

All those blog posts ruminating on what love was....it's very interesting to read those back and try to figure where I went right and where I was wrong (um...mostly wrong than right, as you guys could tell). But all I can say is boy, when fate throws you a curveball...it throws you a curveball!

So I've changed jobs as well! I'm no longer working for a slavedriver who makes me stay till figgin' 4am..I now work for a slavedriver who allows me to go back home at 5.30pm on the dot.
Woot-Wooot! Oh happy day! I get to have a life! I get to see the setting sun! I get to have dinner on time!

Oh, and I don't drink as much as I used to. I know how worrying this might sound to those of you who've followed the blog, but fear not...I still allow myself the odd drink (or 3)

Wow, so much has happened in the past year, huh? :)

Starting off the day with a smile

2009-01-03T10:37:00.003+08:00

Have you ever had one of those mornings where you gradually enter a state of wakefulness, and yet are still hovering at the edge of dreamland - all with a smile tugging at your lips.

And then you wake up - fully, properly and grinning (and I said I wasn't a morning person. Bah!).

Like you don't know what the hell transpired in those last 6-7 hours of sleep, but whatever it was, it did you a world of good.

Man, if only every day started off as good as this.
:)

The New Year Theory

2008-12-22T11:12:00.003+08:00

I have a theory about New Year's.
Or rather, I have a theory about the moment you're in when the old year dies away and the new one is birthed.

Let me explain!

Call me superstitious, call me silly, call me a bread short of a sandwich, call me anything (as long as you call me hehe), but I believe that whatever you do at that midnight magical moment, is what you will be doing for the rest of the year - well not exactly but it sort of sets the tone for the coming months, if you will.

For example -
If you're spending the midnight second with good friends, making merry, then your year is bound to be filled with companionship and love and laughter.

If you're spending the midnight second gorging yourself silly on cake and wine, then, well, you'd better get yourself a gym membership the next year.

If you're spending the midnight second harbouring negative feelings towards someone/something, then you're bound to spend the next year in a perpetually-PMSy, not-so-good mood.

Aaaand if you spend the midnight second making out with some hot guy, then, well, LUCKY YOU.
*Mahi sneaks you jealous looks*

So yeah, you get the point right?
It sounds absurd and ridiculous right?
Well, you ARE reading my blog.
:)

So my point is - if you can, tie up loose ends before the year ends (that's what I'll definitely be trying to do). Leave the past behind, don't fight Old Man Time- move along with him.

And make sure you spend that magical midnight moment with people you love.

Merry Christmas everyone and a very very Happy New Year!
-Big non-pervy hug to all-

Home, Sweet Home.

2008-11-27T09:48:00.004+08:00

So I've made a couple of overseas trips this year, in fact I just landed in Singapore this morning, after a super short trip, and I made an interesting observation on both occasions.

Nothing, absolutely nothing (not even chocolate) compares to the feeling of happiness that borders on insanity, that one gets upon reaching home...

...no matter where home might be :)

That, Madame Mahima, is the sound of Inevitability....

2008-10-12T22:56:00.004+08:00

Sigh.

Okay so I guess this had to happen one day.
It was unavoidable, I suppose.

Like growing old, like drooling in your sleep (happened only ONCE), like realising that too much chocolate made you kinda meaty (my arteries are in excellent shape though) and like seeing a nice pair of shoes on sale and finding out they had every size except yours......

It HAD to happen eventually.......................but yet you always hope it happens later, rather than sooner.

Ladies and Gents, this one is The One Where Mahi's Parents Discover Her Blog.

Yup.

Guys, if you were ever interested in marrying me (Apoo, I'm looking at you), here and now is the perfect place and and time to make your pitch because chances are pretty high that my parents will read this.

Girls, now would be a GREAT time to tell my parents that I am the lovely, wholesome young woman that every daughter aspires to be (lie if you have to, dammit!)

And lastly - Mom, Dad, if you're reading this, do enjoy the blog. I'm apologizing in advance for any foul language you might come across....peer pressure y'know...what can I say? But also know that I have written of you guys in nothing but glowing terms!

Have a great week ahead guys
*Mahi walks away, trying to figure out if she can password protect her blog*

Just kidding, parents. Just kidding.
*No, really..*

Ha!

It's rainin' men! Hallelujiah!

2008-09-09T23:25:00.004+08:00

I want to talk about my favourite topic in the whole wide world - Men!

Love 'em or hate 'em, you can't ignore 'em.
Can't live with 'em..can't live without 'em..
And so on and so forth.

I love men...I really, really do. I know, I know sometimes they can be so insensitive and so heartless and so unemotional..but hey, come on..aren't we all like that sometimes?

I have a feeling I'm going to get a couple of rotten eggs coming my way from the alpha feminists, but I don't care! I love my men!
And today, right here, right now, I am going to tell you exactly why.

1) How can you not sit through a badly covered (and then rejected) pick-up line, and not come out of it loving the poor man a little - for trying anyway, even though he knew he stood no chance in hell?
God loves a try-er and so does Mahi.

2) How can you not love a man who puffs out his chest when he notices you noticing him? Any man! Big, small, tiny, thin, whatever.
Mahi gets no sex in her city (too much info, huh?) but she's still rooting for you!

3) How can you not love the feeling of good man's hand on the small of your back? I dare you to dislike it...yeah, I DARE you. Of course this doesn't really count if you're a stranger trying to get fresh.
Mahi, like any starry-eyed woman, loves her heroes but not the zeroes.

4) How can you not love it when a man argues with you just to see you get fired up? How can you not love it that he loves seeing you soooo fake-mad?
Go on..fight the good fight, you great pretender, you!

5) How can you not love the surge of sheer power when you stare down a man much bigger than yourself?
It's like I always say "Behind every good man, is a good woman who's got him by his nuts"
Okay, so I may have just made that up...

6) How can you not love a man who likes seeing you at your most disgusting, saccharine-sweet, cutesy self . Oh don't you dare scoff...we've all done it or tried to and failed! Yea, so other women maybe haters (myself included), but so what.
Meow pussycats, game on!

7) How can you not love a man who's willing to carry that heavy box and do DISGUSTING things like kill a cockroach, but is a total chicken when it comes feminine issues. Want to gross him out? Yell out "Period!" Want him to quickly hang up? Say "I think I'm PMS-ing". Want him to get flustered and unsure? Say "I'm having cramps..Owwwww"
*Mr Burn's style* Eeeeexcellent.

8) Lastly (but not leastly), 2 words - PIGGYBACK RIDES! How can you not a love a man who has the cojones to give you a piggyback ride and still come out of it without a hernia?
Mahi loves her a macho macho man!

If this list doesn't make you realise how much you love men, then *throws hands up in the air* I give up!
But it should.
Coz it's an awesome list.
So there.
(And no, I'm not drunk :P )

From there to here.

2008-07-26T23:59:00.007+08:00

There's a strange comfort in opening up to a stranger sometimes.

You don't take each other quite so seriously. You're pretty certain that what's shared now will be forgotten later.
You giggle, you flirt, you laugh, you talk about changing the world, and in those moments neither realises the weight of our giddy-headed words.

And then before you know it, you're exchanging thoughts, forming links, discovering mutual likes and dislikes.
A thought tip-toes around and finally unfurls - words have to be chosen more carefully now.

So the question is, do you yearn for those days when you could throw caution to the wind and bare your soul (or at least some of it) to a stranger?

My answer to that would be a slighty-nostlagic, but a very-sure "No".

Because now, we discover that rather than weight there's depth to every word spoken.

And I'd rather have that any day.

Mirror mirror, on the wall...

2008-04-03T22:22:00.008+08:00

Is it possible to feel yourself age by about 10 years, in a matter of days, coz I could've sworn that wrinkle wasn't there a few days ago.

I've been living the saying 'When it rains, it POURS' and I'm not just talking about the blasted weather here.

Mom's been ill and I've taken about a week off work to look after her and it's been exhausting.
There.
I said it.

I love my mom and I hate seeing her under the weather, but wow...you only start to notice your own strained neck muscles, tensed up shoulders, intense exhaustion and delicately held-together sanity when the day is finally through.
Add to the mix the looming possibility of my (already paid-for) holiday plans falling through, a boy with issues that may or may not be because of me and a whole host of other annoyances....and I have my very own ticking bomb just waiting to go off - Me.

Jesus.
What's going on.
I'm sure to everyone else I look the same but I feel like a totally different person altogether.
Biggest thing I've learnt so far? That some things are just better left to work themselves out. You can't control didley.

Let it be, let it be, let it be.

In a way, realising that is such a relief.

In the mean time, all I can do is try... and leave the rest to the big guy in the sky.

Update: Sure, Nelly Furtado sang a little ditty about all good things coming to an end, but I'd love to add some fine print to that - All bad things come to an end, as well :)
Things are looking up.
Thanks for the kind words guys!

Okay, okay so here's what I've gathered so far....

2008-02-12T14:54:00.000+08:00

With the imminent arrival of my birthday, it's become harder for me to avoid blogging. I missed not doing a reflection of 2007, so I'm making up for it now.

So true to the title of the post, here we go -

... after joining work in 2007, I learnt more than I've learnt in the past couple of years. And I'm not talking profession-wise. I've learnt people are even more sneaky, contradictory and sometimes more caring than I give them credit for.

... I've seen pure joy in a person's eyes, thanks to me. There you have it. I didn't know how else to make that sound modest haha. The grinning-and-giggling feedback loop it causes is absolutely hilarious.

... I've learnt to say 'No', but nicely and when it really counts. I am, however, still in the process of learning not to feel guilty for saying 'No'.

... I've noticed (a few? some? all?) people are torn between the urge to stand up and applaud you for believing in your fairytale and yet at the same time, can't wait to rip it to shreds. Most of the time they give in to the latter urge.

... I believe, more than ever, in my fairytales and my reality. I'm allowed to have my dreams. If yours didn't work out well for you, then I'm sorry. But I won't allow you to take me down with you. If I have to fall, if my faith has to be shattered, then so be it. Till then.. don't rain on my parade :)

... You have to learn to laugh and let go - of people, of words, of occurences. Not allowing yourself to do so will kill you on the inside.

... Letting go ain't so bad!

... I'm learning the difference between acceptance and resignation.

... Accepting someone for who they are - warts and all, is terrifying but liberating.

... I've become so much more closer to my parents. It's lovely. I'm learning things about their personalities that I never noticed before. I'd have never accepted this, but I guess it's true that they sort of start to move into 'friend' territory once you hit a certain age. I'm lucky coz for me, it was a seamless transition and it was great.

... Growing up is alright. There's a bump in road ever so often and a scuffle here and there. But it's fairly doable :)

(PS - I still hate that Valentine's Day and my birthday is coming up, but I still want to be wished. I'll put that under the '...I'm learning to be more selfish' category, but that goes without saying :P)

I'll Help Ya Mend*

2007-12-25T19:53:00.000+08:00

*Title taken from Electric President's "Snow on Dead Neighborhoods"

A Very Merry Christmas, Everyone!
(My dad and I spent waaay too much time arguing about this. "Mahi, there's no such thing as a 'Very' Merry Christmas. It's just 'Merry Christmas' "
Sheesh.
Bah Humbug or what?
Well, Dad, if you're reading this, and I really hope you're not, you need to lighten up AND read more X-mas cards.
Minor rant.
Sorry.)

It's common knowledge that I'm a real downer on my birthday and valentine's day.
We need to add 'New Year's Eve' to that list.
I know. I'm full of surprises.
Sigh. I won't go into the details...I'll save that for the unlucky person who's going to be my therapist in the future.

The upside is, I think it's nice sometimes, when there's someone who asks "But why?" and then goes on to say (in so many words) "You're nuts Mahi."

It's not the cure, but it made me laugh and it's what I need sometimes.

Do I sound grateful?
I guess I am!

Thank you... and a Very Merry Christmas to you :)

The One Where Mahi Goes Windsurfing

2007-12-02T00:25:00.000+08:00

Okay so yesterday, the Company (why 'company' and not 'the office'? I don't know...'the Company' just sounds so much more cooler) and I went windsurfing.
Now, believe this or not, but I've never actually done any windsurfing before...I know, I know - what a shocker right? Given that I'm so athletic and love getting myself sweaty and chipped-naily and all.

Anyway, so here are a few things that virgin windsurfers ought to know-

1) The windsurfing instructors make it look really cool when they're giving you a demo. "See how easily I swing myself atop the board? I barely used any arm strength at all! See how easily I pulled up the sail without falling over like a doofus? Easy-peasy!"

NOT easy-peasy.

Don't be fooled.

Windsurfing WILL result in you struggling to get on top of the board (very ungracefully and with arms and legs flying everywhere, might I add), it WILL involve you falling forwards/backwards/sideways every time u try to pull up the sail - once again very ungracefully, and it WILL result in your beautiful previously-unscarred legs to get horribly scarred and sore.

2) Windsurfing will leave you feeling battered and bruised the next day. Your muscles will ache and your knees- even more so. Keep muscle relaxants and pain meds close by. You will be needing them.

3) Windsurfing leaves one very very hungry at the end of it. Or maybe it's just me. I can't be too sure on this one.

4) If you are windsurfing on the beach (as opposed to......anywhere else haha) be prepared to get stung and bitten by jellyfish and other monstrous creatures of the sea. Not a very pleasant experience.

5) This one isn't really specific to windsurfing really- if you are doing anything at the beach, be psychologically prepared to have sand going places where God did not intend for it to go.

6) And lastly, if you're wearing board shorts whilst windsurfing, please ensure they are tied TIGHTLY before going into the water.

Having said all that, it WAS immense fun.
This whole 'trying new things' stuff really is kinda cool!
***

I just got back from watching 'Enchanted' and I loved it.
I've always been fond of good old-fashioned cartoons and James Marsden.

Maybe it's the fact that I think James Marsden is hotness personified or that he's just surprisingly good at comedy but he was pretty much the highlight in this one, who woulda thunk it eh? Comedy suits him.
Patrick Dempsey is in this one too. His role wasn't too different from his McDreamy role in Grey's Anatomy, though.

It was a lovely, innocent and slightly warped movie.
Loved it!

That's all folks, have a great weekend :)

Lazy Got Back!

2007-11-15T23:29:00.000+08:00

How do you know you're REALLY tired?
And I don't mean "Aww man, shopping is SO tiring. Ugh! Oh look! Another sale!"

You know you're REALLY tired...when you get back home from work, at 11pm, wearily heat up the leftover thai curry in the fridge, painstakingly start to pick out the pieces of eggplant, give up, sigh, stare at it... and finish up the dish - eggplant and all.

That's when you know.
That's when you know you've hit a new level of tiredness.

:)
I'm back. Yea it's been a while...a lot has been happening.

I thought this would be a good 'I'm-back-from-my-hiatus' post.

SO...how've you been?

Egg-hunting.

2007-09-12T13:46:00.000+08:00

While on the topic of seeing many people at the same time versus seeing one person, a friend mentioned something pretty profound that stumped me.

Me: An optimistic person has many many eggs in their basket!
Friend: An optimistic person needs only one egg.

Hmm..
You know..I never thought about it in that way..

Peak Hour Lessons

2007-08-29T10:36:00.000+08:00

So after work, Arpeeta and I decided to meet up at her cousins cafe..

Digression #1- Her cousin Puja owns this scrumptious eatery called 'Paisley & Cream' and the food there is absolutely DELISH. The deco is lovely, the food is not only delicious but comes in healthy proportions..none of that 'Here's your spaghetti..all 4 strands of it' rubbish. I've got warm, fuzzy feelings towards that place coz I spent many a day working there when I was jobless (I got paid in cupcakes..which by the way, are mindblowing). Anyway..go visit it! Go, go, go! Tell them you know Mahi, you may get a cookie for free..you never know!

Digression #2- Yes, I've started work! It's at an advertising agency and so far, I'm loving it! The environment is creative, the radio is on all day, the colleagues are dirty minded, the work is challenging yet fun...have I mentioned how much I love it?
(Dear Boss..if you're reading this..please increase my pay. Thank you. You're awesome.)

So carrying on, I decided to take a cab to Paisley & Cream, from my workplace.
Bad idea.

Let this be a lesson to all of you, please do not even think of taking a cab during peak hour. I reckon the surcharges are MORE than the actual fare. In fact, the only reason why the fare keeps increasing is because of those goddammned traffic lights. Bloody hell.
Also, if you get a cabbie who goes 'Haaahhhh?' when you mention a location, please hop the hell out of the cab. Coz not only will there be a lot of under-the-surface hostility between passenger and cabbie (because you now hate the cabbie for being an idiot and because the cabbie hates you for making him feel like an idiot) but also because you're just going to waste a butt-load of money on what could've been a super short ride HAD the cabbie just listened to me or known just where the hell he was going.

I actually get along pretty damn well cabbies. For some reason they love telling me their life stories, not that I'm complaining..I enjoy listening and I like to throw in the occasional "How unfair!" or "Terrible..absolutely terrible" or "Oh! Your wife is such. a. whore!"

But ugh. I really dislike cabbies who blame their lack of sense of direction on me. If I knew how to get there, I'd walk or take the damn bus, man!

*Napoleon Dynamite style*
GOSH!!

Missing out.

2007-08-13T13:20:00.000+08:00

I remember a time in my life, when I must have been about 7 or 8- I had got the idea in my head that I was the reincarnation of Lord Krishna. It's ironic that while now we have such defined divisions of whats male and female, back then those divisions didn't matter..after all God was God, regardless of gender.

I would walk around my grandparents with a flute in hand, wearing a salwar without its kameez, my one main aim to steal the fresh, white butter that my grandmother had just churned.

After I would find the butter, which my grandmother would always deviously hide behind the water pot, I would carefully smear some near my mouth - a blatant sign of my thievery, and then I would dance in front of my grandparents in celebration of my missions success.

These days, life just seems like a series of 'ups' and 'downs', which sometimes follow each other far too quickly for me to keep up.
The 'downs' tire me..the 'ups' - even more so.

When did happiness become something you had to work for? When did happiness become something you had to bend over backwards to earn? When did happiness start to cost you peace of mind?

And then I start to wonder if it had always been like this..if happiness and sadness were just mere states we told ourselves we were in, after a run in with lady luck. If the next down was inevitable because you were only this happy if something was being prepared to be taken away from you.

Then I think back to my grandparents. And how my days were made with their loving smiles at my innocent act of thievery.
And I think a part of me inwardly weeps for those days.

Falling

2007-07-16T21:15:00.000+08:00

Remember this?

The fall hurt pretty badly.

I think there's a lesson to be learnt from this - stay away from cliffs and while you're at it, stay away from leaps of faith.

Hey! Prevention is better than cure, after all.

Hope your weekend was better than mine.

Screw that.
Life goes on and so do I.

And if you don't want to walk with me, that's not my problem.

Have a great week ahead guys :)

You know you're of Marriageable Age when...

2007-06-16T00:00:00.000+08:00

- ...your mom (or my mom) starts insisting that you start keeping your own cookbook because you need to practice for some 'serious cooking'. Apple Pie, Mother, is PRETTY serious cooking in my world.
Yes. I now have my own cookbook in which I write recipes dictated by my Mom when she is cooking said recipe.
I opened a drawer and there were loads of notebooks all waiting to be written in (don't ask me why, but I really like collecting notebooks and diaries).
I chose the one that used to be my old diary (I wrote about 6 entries before I grew...you guessed it - Lazy.) So anyway I decided to read a couple of entries. Back when my brother was a menace, I used to purposely write my angst-filled rantings in tiiiiiny font. Really tiny- hoping that this would be a deterrant to all future pesky diary readers. Well it still works. I stopped reading the minute I saw how tiny the words were (This could also be cross-referenced in another blog post - You know you're getting Old when...)

-... your mom starts talking about how she knows the BEST places to shop for your wedding outfit and trousseau.

-...your Doctor thinks you've fallen ill because you are stressing about a Boy and starts telling you how a girl is allowed to have the upper hand in a marriage. I can safely say (for now) that a Boy is the least of my worries....sort of.

-... older women get glassy eyed when they look at you. Like their minds are working at breakneck speeds to find a Suitable Boy for the Girl in front of them. They start to ask CV-like questions 'What have you studied?', 'What's your height? 5'9? Oh no, too tall..but don't worry I'm sure we'll find you someone..'(Yea. Thanks.) They also start to coo about how said Girl is 'glowing'..... :S Yea. Don't ask.

-... you start getting worried about putting up those extra photo frames on the wall, coz let's face it - it's going to be a pain to take down allllll those frames when you have to leave for your own house. (Yep, this is how lazy people decide what goes up and what stays in a box)

-... people start telling you to lose a few more kilos so you can look stunning in your wedding outfit. Okay, between you and me, what's the point of killing yourself trying to fit into the outfit, when you're just going to put back all that weight (and then some) after the wedding?

-... you start to seriously calculate for how long you want to enjoy marriagehood until u start on the parenthood leg of the journey. Aiyaiyaiyaaaaiii.

-... you get all glassy-eyed and smiley-faced watching your friend try on her engagement outfit and picking out her jewelery, while you think "Wow..I can't wait for my turn.." and it seems like an inevitable reality as compared to a 16 year old's wishful thinking.

What else have I missed out in the list??

Adventures of Blonde Mom (Episode 254) and Happy Birthday (in advance) Minku!

2007-06-03T12:19:00.001+08:00

So I was watching a video of Kelso doing tricks and chuckling away to glory..
Small digression: If you must know I spend a disturbingly large amount of time talking to my dog, listening to him (yes, my dog speaks to me and NO, I'm not crazy), watching him, playing with him, cleaning up his poop (no job is constantly filled with rainbows and butterflies, my friends), looking at his baby pictures/videos, etc etc.

I digress, I digress.

So I'm watching the video and my Mom comes over to see what its about. She stands there, watching it for about 7 seconds and goes:

"You know, it's so weird, but that dog looks EXACTLY like Kelso!"

"............ yes, Mom. It's a miracle."

(The truth hit her 10 minutes later. Yes, we're all about delayed gratification and slow reactions in my house)

And you guys wonder why I'm so odd. Now you know where I get it from.

***

Speaking of contented, last night Kelso (yes, him again) and I were lying down the bed and he does the sweetest thing.
He snuggles upto me, buries his face into my neck, gives a long contented sigh and sleeps.

Happiness-filled goosebumps!

If you've ever wondered where Heaven on Earth is, lemme tell ya - it's all around you (and in a can. Seriously, there's a drink brand here called 'Heaven on Earth')

***
And speaking of good times, I want to wish my lovely friend, my partner in crime, and my pretend boyfriend Minku - A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY (in advance)
(It's actually tomorrow..I'm wishing her now coz I'd rather be early in wishing her than late..and knowing me I'll forget tomorrow.)

Mink, you're such an amazing person and a friend. Thank you so much for being there for me.
This is going to sound so lesbian, but you're the perfect date! Everytime we meet, be it for coffee or parties or whatever, you're a never ending source of affection and tons of fun.

Goes to show eh? First impressions can be wrong. I would've never guessed I'd find a friend for life in you. Here's to many many years of love, laughter and good health.
-clink-
(that was fruit juice because you don't drink alcohol)

Be good, everyone!

Love 101: Love For Dummies.

2007-05-25T23:46:00.000+08:00

I may have posted about this before or maybe it seems familiar simply because I've thought about this so often..but here goes-

How do you know you're in love?
(Now I just KNOW some of you are going to go "Awww Mahi's in love" but before you DO venture into that territory, please let it be known that the question was asked out of pure curiosity on my part. Just pure curiosity.)

So back to it.
How do you know?

Do you just wake up one morning saying "Eureka!" (or whatever it is you exclaim when you suddenly get something)
Do you get conked over the head by this amazing epiphany, at some part of your day?
Does it feel different from other experiences that have to do with affairs of the heart?
For that matter, does it feel like every other experience you've had and are you just taking a hopeful stab in the dark?
Do you feel like you're finally home? But if you're the sort who gets along with everyone, at what point does 'Quality Control' come in?

I've seen friends who are in love, and I think I must've asked them this question - How do you know? about a million times, hoping that when the Love Of My Life comes jauntily walking along, I'll be sure not to miss him (that's a huge fear of mine, by the way- missing out on a lost opportunity...yea you learn something new everyday!). Oh, how simple it would make matters if he wore a sign on his head or something.

But for some odd reason I can't seem to remember what their answers are.

Mostly coz I think all their answers are different.

So my conclusion is that there isn't some set equation that explains what Love is.
(I know, I know..there are many sorts of love but I'm talking about 'Love-of-your-life' sorta love)

Which brings me back to Square One : This Love stuff is annoying.
If only I knew how to recognise it, I wouldn't be asking such daft questions and annoying you lot with my incessant babbling.

Have a fruitful weekend ya'll!

No Meat, No Cry

2007-05-13T10:59:00.000+08:00

I'm sorry everyone I know it's been ages since I posted..thank you everyone who's been pushing me to post :P
I've had guests coming over since April, it's quite literally been non stop.

Okay back to the gossip!

Vegetarians in Singapore, please do learn how to say 'No meat' or 'vegetarian' in Chinese.

Mink and I ate out at this place TP recently. TP is one of those places that we go to all the time and its always interesting because every time you order the same dish, it always comes to you tasting like something completely different! Not only does it taste different, it also looks different. We still go there, coz hey! It keeps things interesting.

But that's the least of the Vegetarian's worries.
We usually order 2 plates of noodles and 2 plates of tofu.

Genius Mink learns how to order food in Chinese but forgets the term for 'vegetarian' and 'no meat' (Keep in mind these waitresses are usually Thai or from mainland China.) So first we have to get past the hurdle of letting the waitress know that we want NO MEAT in it
This is usually accomplished by first repeating somewhere between 8 to 500 times that there should be no meat - i.e no fish, no chicken, no beef, no lamb, no nothing-that-has-a-circulatory system-and-eyes, in the dish.

In our numerous and unfortunate experiences, that usually doesn't work.

So we move on to hand gestures, which is actually a lot more funnier and embarrassing than it sounds.
All this has to be done when ordering the tofu AND the noodles. So altogether we go through this ordeal twice.

So after all that lovely foreplay, our noodles arrive, I take one bite and I think 'The tofu here is a lot more chewy than I remember..and so much more flavorful too! Aaaaaaarrrrrgh'

We send that back, and in the mean time our tofu dishes arrive.

It looks dodgy.
I try one misshapen piece of tofu and yep, once again the cooks have decided that they don't like vegetarians on this particular night and hence must try, very evil-ly, all possible means to get us to ingest meat.

We order a sauce and weirdly enough, even THAT has meat in it.
:S

Are they out to get us or what? Why can't they just leave us be?
I know..the cooks were also probably wondering the same thing.

SO once again, we send the tofu back.

Our NEW plate of noodles arrives..this time its a sad pile. We must've obviously pissed off the cooks coz it looked and tasted like they had just boiled it and threw in a few sorry pieces of cabbage and egg. The tofu comes too and I can taste the hatred in it.

Well, whatever. We're too hungry to care now.
Hey at least it's vegetarian! We take what we can get here.

This has happened at TP so many times, I've lost count.

Singapore is so terribly unfriendly towards vegetarians. I've gotten used to ignoring the random piece of chicken in my dish every now and then. I've altogether stopped visiting fastfood places coz Fries are not my idea of food (comfort food, maybe).

Get with the Vegetarian program, Singapore.
Oh, and all you meat-eating barbarians are going to HELL, I tell ya, HELL!

Pearls of Wisdom!

2007-04-28T22:59:00.000+08:00

Sometimes the weight of the world just dumps itself on your shoulders and you get inundated with meaningless information, right?

Well, not to worry..
I, Mahima, have TRUE AND ABSOLUTE pearls of wisdom that will make this crazy world a lot more clearer.

Trust me.

So my brother had a bad cough, and someone asked "Do you know why he's ill?"
I know it's because of a virus, but out of a wicked desire to hear an alternative reason, I ask "Why?"

"Because he washes his face with the water from the shower..the water from the shower shouldn't hit your face!"

I was, as you can very well imagine, wide eyed and speecheless for a good 15 seconds before exclaiming completely straight-faced "Are you serious??"
"Yes!" says the Authority-On-All-Things-Shower-Related.
"I did not know that!"
At this moment I'm killing myself trying not to laugh. My nostrils flare when I try to stifle laughter and right about then you could have driven a double decker bus through them.

So my Dad comes in and he gets asked the same question and gets the same reply.

Only this time my Dad lacks my delicate subtlety and laughs his ass off.
And walks off saying "You're nuts!"

Other Pearls :
"Lights should be switched on ONLY after 6.30 pm!"
This was told to me as I went to switch on a light at 6.15 pm. After pausing mid-step to digest this, I pretended like I hadn't heard it, and proceeded to defiantly switch on the light.
Yeeeeah I'm the proverbial rebel without a cause :P

"Signals of Good Luck will make business better!"
This was repeated 5 times because everyone listening had a blank 'Say wut now?' look on their face. 5 repetitions later we nodded and said "Oh ok..yea..that.."
We still don't know what the hell that means.

"You're fair because you eat oats for breakfast"
Once again, this is exclaimed like it is a fact of life. Once again I exclaim innocently "Are you serious??". Once again I'm looked at like I'm a dumbass with a vacuum occupying the space between my ears. Once again I chuckle inwardly but say humbly "You know..I think you're right."
What?
Refute that claim?
And lose the chance of chancing upon more pearls of wisdom?

HELL NO!

Aaaaaah I LIVE for these moments.
:D

Flying

2007-04-24T21:09:00.000+08:00

Since as long as I can remember, I've always dreamt about flying.
But these potentially beautiful dreams have always had a tinge of darkness because everytime I fly and I try to show people I can, I always fail.

I think I'm a little scared of taking leaps of faith, because the last time I did, I fell. And it hurt me badly.

I'm taking another leap of faith now.

Please don't let me fall.

You turn every head, but you don't see Me.

2007-04-18T18:26:00.000+08:00

My heart goes out to anyone who lost someone at the Virginia Tech massacre.

There are thousands of questions running through my head - why didn't the authorities do anything after the first shots? Didn't anyone see the madman walking for almost a kilometer to Norris Hall? Didn't anyone spot the chained doors of Norris Hall? What was going through his head? If they knew the murderer had shown signs of being disturbed, why wasn't he counseled?

Thousands.

When I heard the news it was 6.30am. I was pretty much struck senseless. All I could think about was if my friend there was alive. I've never in my life had to wonder if a dear one was still alive. It's probably the worst feeling in the world.
Words can't really describe the relief that flooded me when he answered the phone.

It's sad that it takes a tragedy of such a monumental proportion to force us to look at people in a brand new light. A tainted light.
The people of my generation have witnessed The Columbine High School shootings, September 11th, The Bali Bombings, The war in Iraq (amongst many others) and now this.

We're missing something. Something is not going right.

But at the end of the day, I'm just heartbroken at the senselessness of it all.

A parent should never have to bury their child.

Spirits are up!

2007-04-10T23:14:00.000+08:00

I am in good spirits today despite knowing that my exams are coming (and I think I'm taking it too easy) and despite knowing that I'm coming down with a sore throat.

I'm happy.

Happy that Arpu's down.

Happy that right now, at this very minute, I'm halfway done with the VERY LAST ESSAY of my university life.

Happy that I may be going out on Saturday night and getting happy-tipsy. It's so sad but everytime Arpu's away it's like I'm on this self-imposed abstinence from liquor. It just isn't the same without Arpu.

Happy that I've made a new friend...what? Don't 'Yeaaaa RIGHT'-me. Friends make me happy. Why is that so hard to believe? :P

Speaking of friends, my dear friend Rishi called me up from Ithaca, where he's doing an exchange.
Rishi - I hate saying this. Mahima. I miss you.
Mahima- I miss you too. Let's not tell anyone we said this stuff to each other. This is worse than that time you suggested we go see a RA movie.
Rishi- Yea. That was weird.
Mahima- No kidding. Thank God we didn't go. What the hell were you thinking?
Rishi - Sorry
Mahima - 'Sall good.

I love my friends :D

Happy that by the end of the coming fortnight my Dad would have returned from Switzerland, armed to the teeth with LOADS OF QUALITY CHOCOLATE IN ALL SHAPES AND SIZES (but mostly dark chocolate, coz that's what we love here..none of that namby-pamby Cadbury milk chocolate rubbish)
You should know that Chocolate is good for health. Especially dark chocolate. And no, I'm not in denial. Shut up.

I'm trying really hard to cut down on my bad language. Don't ask me why. I feel like Ned-didley-fiddley-doodle-Flanders.

Gosh darnit.
This was such a 'Dear Diary' post.
*Mahi shakes herself*

Back to the essay now.
Happy Belated Easter, everyone!

Tainted.

2007-04-02T17:00:00.000+08:00

*Warning* Really bad language up ahead.

I am SO incredibly angry today.

I boarded the bus today, on my way to the university. I sat next to a lady and since it was quit early in the morning, I started to doze off.
I didn't completely doze off though. Because about 4 rows ahead of me, a construction worker kept turning around and staring. I figured that he was probably looking for empty seat at the back.
I shut my eyes for what must have been about 3 minutes and when I opened them, he was no longer there. I assumed he must have gotten off.
He hadn't.
That bastard had moved to the back, where he had a better view of how empty/full the bus was. You'll see what I mean later.
After a while, about 70% of the people on the bus got off, including the lady who was sitting next to me. When this happens I usually like to move inside, i.e : shift to the window seat and then sit slightly diagonally, simply because my legs are too long and I cant sit facing the front completely..hence the angle.

After I do that, 5 seconds later someone comes and sits at the edge of my seat. I turned to see who it was and it was the same construction worker. Something didn't sit right. I mean 70% of the bus is completely empty and the only seat he decides to move to is mine? I figured, I hoped that "Okay..maybe he's going to get off at the next stop..after all my seat is right next to the door" but it still didn't sit right.
Next, the fucker props up his feet, crosses his arms - thereby effectively both blocking my way out AND eating into my personal space all at the same time, and then leans his head back and pretends to sleep. It just so happens every time the bus jolts, his elbow grazes the side of my arm, or every time the bus jerks, he 'bumps' slightly into me.

I'm sitting there..registering my blood pressure rise. I'm getting pretty messed up. My pulse grows quicker and I'm thinking "This is not right...this is not right.."
He doesn't get off at the next stop.
Nor at the next.
In fact, very conveniently his head starts tilting in his 'sleep' towards my conveniently located shoulder.

His stink is choking me now. My fingers are literally ice cold. You read about this stuff happening to other people and you say "Oh I would've done this or I would've done that." but right now all I can think is "How shameless..how depraved can a person get?! How can he do this?? Why would he do this?? I didn't smile at him..I didn't encourage him..how can he have the guts to do this?!!"
By now I feel like I'm going to hurl. Seriously sick to my stomach and a lump forms in my throat.
Even as I type this my fingers are cold.

I finally turn, say sharply and loudly "Excuse me."
He turns and just looks.
I getup with my bag and say quietly "Move."
He reluctantly puts his legs down and I walk off to another seat.

I sit 2 seats behind him and I can't believe what this fucker just did. I mean..who the hell does he think he is? How could he? How could he invade my personal space like that? His stink absolutely clings to me and I feel like scrubbing myself with industrial strength detergent.

Now when I think about it, I could've said something..I could've yelled...just..something to make him feel as fucked up as he made me feel. But I didn't.
Why?
I don't know.

All I know is I've never felt so violated in my life.

I vote that we bring back the 80's!

2007-03-22T17:08:00.000+08:00

I was having a chat today with my friend Naidu (or 'Fartface Naidu' as I like to call her, affectionately of course. She calls me 'Poopyhead' okay? So don't judge.)
Anyway we were talking about the 80's and it totally sent me on a nostalgic ride.

My mom back then, for reasons still unknown to me, had recorded 1987's Grammy awards, a 'Wham' (or'Wham! UK' if you're particular about these things...) documentary and one random episode of 'Top of the Pops'.
When you were in Lagos back then, you didn't have the privilege of being very up-to-date with the music scene. So for literally years, the only music videos I had watched were the ones from these tapes.
I had by-hearted all the lyrics from the songs in the 'Wham' documentary. Careless Whisper I would expertly croon. Wake me up before you go-go ? No problemo. I thought the neon shirts in that video were THE SHIT. I yearned for them. Club Tropicana was awesome back then. I had the biggest crush on George Michael and his Lady Di hairdo. Semi-naked men playing the trumpet and jumping into pools? Fun! I thought it was THE SHIT. Last Christmas is still one of my all time favourite tracks.
The only song I remember from the TOTP episode is Kylie Minogue's 'I should be so lucky'. I guess the other songs must've really been shit.
And the Grammy's...they were awesome...Michael Jackson when he still looked slightly black is always a good thing to see.

Apart from the music, let's not forget the other important things from the 80's.
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. How awesome were they? I LOVED them. I had a teensy crush on Donatello (he was the one with the purple band.) Yes, yes in hindsight, having a crush on a turtle mutant who's color was purple is VERY disturbing but hey! Such is the innocence of childhood, so let's just drop the subject, oh-kay?
Speaking of the TMNT, have you guys heard about the new TMNT movie coming out? It's with 3-D animation and all that stuff. Call me old-school, but I'm not a big fan of that. I'll choose a badly-drawn 2-D cartoon any day.
Speaking of badly drawn, remember He-Man and his twin sister She-ra?? "By the power of Grayskullll, I am Heeeee-MAaaaaaan"
Weren't they amazing? I remember stomping around the house in my mom's heels, brandishing a broomstick, pretending I was She-Ra. She was da bomb (who says that anymore?). Sigh. I love heels.

Forget TV, remember the dressing??
I would love to put up old pics of my mom and her friends with poofy pants and bad poodle-hair but I think she'd murder me. But think about it...if we bought the 80's back, there would be no such thing as bad taste! When everything is so bad, how bad is really bad (which incidentally was the 80's)!?

This is essentially what the 80's represented, people- Being non-judgmental.
People were allowed to dress, say, do whatever they wanted and nothing was considered a disaster. People were happy with their bad clothes and bad hair and bad make up. Everyone was just content and reveled in their bad taste.

I say forget bringing sexy back.
Bring back the 80's, baby.

The Male of The Species.

2007-03-17T22:08:00.000+08:00

I don't get it.

Why don't you men call when you bloody say you'll call?
You guys aren't turning anyone on with the wait, you know? What gives?
I know there's this '3 day' rule, where you call only on the 3rd day - but hey, guess what?
ITS BULLSHIT.
Just call when you say you'll call.
You don't make Goddesses wait!!!!!!!!!!!

You like saying you want to see me mad and yet when I'm REALLY mad you behave like a being with the intellectual capacity of an aardvark. And then you fumble and say nonsense that gets us mad-der.
So this brings me to the solution -
1) Don't say stupid things like "I want to see you angry, hee hee" coz you'll get your wish and you won't like it. I'm nasty when I'm angry.
2) Just don't get me mad. Playful mad's okay but I'm essentially off my rocker- you can never tell when when the playfulness will get serious. (And neither do I.)

Don't say stuff like "Quit whining" when a woman's got her period.
Don't say it unless you bleed yourself or you want to start bleeding. I leave the rest to your imagination.

When you know a woman's spent a good 3 hours making a meal for you, don't screw up the moment by going "Ooh..too much salt, old girl!"

AND MOST IMPORTANTLY when a woman asks you the following-
1) Do I look fat?
2) Is she hotter than me?
3) Do I look bloated?
THE ANSWER IS ALWAYS A SWIFT "NO!"
We're quick on the uptake. Don't pause coz we'll know and we won't be happy.

Bah.

I can't believe we have to tell you guys this stuff.

HOW DENSE CAN YOU GET?!!?!?!

(As you can tell, I'm disgruntled. Boo.)

The Point of Life is...

2007-03-09T23:55:00.000+08:00

...that there is NO point.
No, no I'm not in a suicidal state of mind or anything..don't get frantic.

Maybe I'm just slow on the uptake (we all know I'm not always as quick and witty and smart as I portray myself to be on this blog heh heh), but I'm starting to realise life isn't about One Big Answer at the end of the road.
There isn't any '42'-esque sorta climax (or anticlimax, as anyone who read The Hitchikers Guide the Galaxy would know. If you haven't read it, then "Shame on you.". If you were planning on reading it, then "I'm sorry I spoilt the ending..but read it anyway coz its the funniest book EVER." If you read it but didn't get the humor, then "Tsk, Tsk". If you HAVE read it and did INDEED get the humor, then "Congrats, you're as smart as I am. Pat yourself on the back..NOW.")

Okay back to my point- I think life's about the little triumphs. One triumph is supposed to tide you over till the next one arrives and we hope its bigger and better than the last. And if it's too tiny to tide you over then you sink into a stupor of sorts, secretly waiting until the next triumph arrives. Such is the form that the Opium of Life takes.

And therein ends my chunk of wisdom regarding The Philosophy Of Life.
But don't take my word for it, coz I'll have an entire new (and probably contradictory) chunk of 'wisdom' the next time I have another epiphany/a new crush/completed a new painting.

'Kay I used up like 3 months worth of accumulated brain power over this...I know coz my brain, like, hurts.

Dude Looks Like Doctor.

2007-02-25T18:04:00.000+08:00

When my mom first talked to my brother about taking up medicine as a profession, he seemed really unsure.

"But Mom..sometimes my hand shakes..like this - *Held out hand and twitched it slightly*- What if I'm in a surgery and I slice open an artery?? I'll get sued for malpractice!"

My mom told this to my genial, jolly doctor who chuckled and said "Tell him to become a gynecologist..the women will love him."
They burst out laughing and I..I, of course, tuned out and went to a happier, less traumatizing place.

Anyway Point Is - My brother got accepted into medicine!
(The Uni name and stuff will be kept under wraps for now)

It's heartening to know that good looks AND brains run in the family.
Heh heh heh heh hehhhh

So just as I start to think "Wow..my brother's pretty brainy...who knew?", I get this call from him -

Bro - Eh...Guess what? I got into an accident
Mahi - What!?!!?

This accident took place in Dubai, where he stopped over, on his way to the interview place. Apparently he went on his 'Desert Safari' thingie where you get to ride dune buggies in the desert. Carrying on..

Mahi - What!?!!? What happened??
Bro - I was riding the dune buggy right, and I crashed into a small tree. Now I've got scratches on my face (this is a big deal to him..he can give Derek Zoolander a run for his money) and a small burn.
Mahi - ....Let me get this straight. 1 day before your important interview, you decide to drive a vehicle you've never driven before...
Bro - Huh huh huh huh (that's how he laughs)
Mahi - ......you also manage to find a TREE in the middle of the desert to bump into!?!?
Bro - Huh huh huh I was trying to avoid a sand bump!
Mahi - Idiot! Its a desert!! What did you expect to find there?? Water? So to avoid it you bump into a tree?! Possibly the only tree in the entire desert?
Bro - Huh huh huh huh yeah..

So...he gets to become a doctor..but he's nutty enough to find a tree to bump into.
In the middle of the desert.

Good Grief.

Oh, oh Medha just reminded me!
Before my brother went for his interviews he would bug me to coach him.
And me being the giving, gracious person that I am, I would oblige (and then inform him that he owed me. Big Time.)
One of the questions I asked him "If you were to resettle on Mars, what are 3 things that you would bring along with you?" (I swear..this was a question that had been asked before)
Bro - I would bring a never-ending supply of oxygen. A steady supply of water...
Me - ...and?
Bro - A woman. To repopulate Mars. Huh huh huh huh huh huh huh

Good looks AND Brains run in the family?
Add 'A sense of humor' to that list ;)
hehe

Selling my Hair and Talking to Idiots

2007-02-21T16:46:00.000+08:00

I recently cut my hair.
It's been long overdue.. I think the last time I cut it was about a year back.
I know, I know: Holy Split-ends, Batman!

Anyway the over-zealous but extremely sweet Irene, who's been cutting my hair since the past 7 years, happily chopped off a good 3 inches.
I gulped slowly when I saw the end result, but figured that there wasn't anything I could do about spilt milk (cut hair?)

So a few minutes back the very engaged but slightly odd Dev told me that I should pull a Britney.
He dared me to sell my hair online.
He thinks you guys would actually buy it.

Camaan! You guys are too stingy to buy my ART, there's no way any of you would buy my hair!

Or would you?
:S

Remember, it was Dev's idea.
Also if you really do want to buy my hair, for whatever reason (I don't need to know), do let me know. I'm sure we could settle on a good price.
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go chop off some of my Barbie dolls hair and dye it brown.

***

I am really pissed off.
A few months back I bought an mp3 player with my own hard-saved allowance and what do I find? It stops working after the first time I charge it.

What. The. Hell?
This isn't what I signed up for!

I called up the company to complain and the guy says "Oh it probably isn't working because it is small and it may have a couple of loose parts.."

HEY BOY-GENIUS. IF IT HAS LOOSE PARTS, THEN WHY THE HELL ARE YOU SELLING IT?

Calm down, the paranoid of you - I didn't get an iPod.
I should have.
Buggery.

And speaking of geniuses, I called up a popular Pizza take away place a few days back.
Now this is a place I call really often. They have my number, my name and my order (which never ever changes)
And yet....
Mahi - Hi, 1 large veg pizza with the stuffed crust. I don't want any tomato chunks or pineapple pieces on it please.
Woman - Huh?
Mahi - No pineapple and tomato pieces on it please.
Woman - Ohkaay...so you want our new Herb and Cheese pizza?
Mahi - ....No...I said I wanted a veg pizza...
Woman - Oh okay...so the Herb and Cheese with tomato and pineapple pieces..
Mahi - No...no, no. Look..I want a large vegetarian pizza...but skip the pineapple and tomato topping...and please make it stuffed crust.
Woman - Yes Ma'am...so large veg pizza..
Mahi - Yes..
Woman - stuffed crust...
Mahi - ..Yes...
Woman - with no topping except pineapple and tomato.
Mahi - ......

At this point I actually checked my phone to see if it was properly plugged in.

Mahi - I am going to repeat my order again okay? Can you hear me clearly?
Woman - Yes Ma'am.
Mahi - Okay. Large. Vegetarian. Stuffed crust. NO pineapple and tomato on it.
Woman - ......*mumbles to someone*
Mahi - Hello?!? Are you even listening to what I'm saying?!?
Woman - Sorry Ma'am, could you repeat your order?

W.t.f?

Mahi - Okay that's it. You're obviously not listening to a word I'm saying. I have ordered this 1 million times before and no one has ever had a problem understanding it. Could you ask someone else to come on the line because for some reason, you refuse to understand my order.

Another lady came on the line, I quietly repeated my order, she said "Got it!" and that was that.

Seriously!? How hard was that?
I hate it when people are mean to waiters but this was seriously pushing it.
What would you have done?
Was I too mean?
Am I going to Hell?
Did I just get someone fired?
Am I asking too many questions?

The Big 2-3 and the Realisation of a Few Things.

2007-02-18T00:30:00.000+08:00

Okay so as I turned 23 years I realised a few things.
Small digression : Yes, yes my birthday was yesterday..those of you who wished me and sent me gifts - you ROCK. You guys are mindblowingly awesome and to quote some dude who won an Oscar "You love me! You REALLY love me!"
Those of you who didn't wish me - You suck. Wish me now! Wish me now, dammit!

Okay okay so I realised a few things.

(This is a picture I took on my birthday dinner last night. It is my 'Mahi knows something now that she didn't know previously' a.k.a my 'Realisation' smile. Also I think I look pretty in it, so there.)

I was on the bus when a few kids hopped on. They were tiny. Really tiny. Like 1/5 my height, and they carried school bags that were literally as big and probably weighed about the same as them. This one girl with really long hair, flopped onto a seat, shrugged off her bag and then, stood up and started executing these really nifty dance moves.
It was ~~ADORABLE~~ interesting to watch.
As I watched I found myself starting to smile.
She seemed really into the dance. It was fascinating to watch her complete lack of inhibition and her facial expressions. She was quite literally marching to the beat of her own drum. I think I sort of envied her. She saw me smiling at her, she smiled back, continued dancing and finally sat down when her brother pulled her to sit down.
I think I sort of felt sad for her then. Life somehow gets to you sometimes, eh?

My parents got me this beautiful white gold ring with 3 diamonds on it, for my birthday. Its amazing how something so tiny can make someone feel so......beautiful and lovely and grown up.
I SO get the phrase 'Diamonds are a girl's best friend' now.
:D
(Note to future woo-ers - Be smart in your wooing. Flowers-shmowers. Think 'Diamonds'. Heh heh)

And speaking of wooing, if you must know, my Valentine's Day was absolute shit. Having to suffer through cramps, sitting for a test and then being stuck in peak hour traffic FOR THREE MIND-NUMBING hours is NOT my idea of 'bringing sexy back'.
I was SO not 'bringing sexy back' on the 14th of Feb.
I NEVER end up 'bringing sexy back' on the 14th of Feb.
Screw you St. Valentine. You know what St. Valentine? I don't even think you EXISTED.

Speaking of bringing sexy back, why the hell is everyone suddenly getting married, engaged, attached or in-the-process-of-being-attached?
Is there something in the water!?
Why can't I have some of that water, dammit.
Like you, Do I not bleed if I am pricked?
Like you, Do I not cry if I am hurt?
Like you, why can't I Bring Sexy Back, too?
(I'm sorry I'm loving the phrase 'bringing sexy back'. I can't stop using it!)

I wonder why everyone seems to think I'm a party animal. Almost everyone who heard that I spent my birthday having a quiet dinner with friends, responded with "What happened to your party animal days?"
I hate that. Coz it makes me sound like Paris Hilton, who yuckily enough, shares the same birthday as me. If you draw comparisons between the two of us, I will shoot you.
It also brings to mind the image of a inebriated me, wearing leopard print clothes, drunkenly staggering around (which I assure you has never happened, ever....well at least not all at the same time.)
Anyway that made me realise that I'm quite homely.
Who woulda thunk it?

That's all for now, folks.
Have a good weekend guys!
Oh, and Gong Xi Fa Cai (that's 'Happy New Year', coz it's the Chinese New Year. What? You didn't know? Shame on you. That's also all the Chinese I know.)

Being black, having 1000 sons and the Impending Sense of Doom that V.Day brings.

2007-02-06T23:04:00.000+08:00

I think I've finally lived upto the tagline of this blog ;)

It's been a slow-news-fortnight guys..

A couple of mentions though, pretty funny stuff

My friend is currently interning at this engineering place, and one of her co-workers comes upto her and asks, completely straight faced "Do Indians feel warmer in summer and winter??"
My friend just looked at this person and finally managed to squeeze out a "Why?"
And this person goes -
"Because black absorbs heat right? And Indians are blacker...."

Sigh. Just when you start to think that maybe people are getting a little less ignorant about things, they go and make statements that seriously test the limits of how ignorant a person can get.
In case you were wondering, my friend was too stunned to say anything...
***

While I was at the airport on my way to Chennai, we suddenly heard a ruckus. I turned to see a skinny frazzled woman with 3 young sons and husband who seemed to be busy doing nothing.
All 3 sons were dressed in identical brown suits and were bouncing off the walls, I'm serious. They were going nuts.

"Rrrrrrrrrrrreuban! Vada! RRRRREEEUBAN!"
(My tamil may be way off but I think she was calling Reuban to come to her?)

Now I'm not usually one to laugh at the misery of others (OH YEA, RIGHT.) and this is terribly mean but for some reason this tickled me silly and you know sometimes you get these giggling fits at the WORST time possible?
Yup...
I couldn't stop. I just couldn't. I think I MAY have even snorted a few times. The more she yelled at her kids the harder I laughed and after looking at me I could see a few other people starting to chuckle
...I knew she was cursing me to hell. I could see it in her eyes.

And then I suddenly remembered this birthday card I got from my friend Manjit. It was my 14th birthday and in it she had written "Mahima, May you be the Mother of a 1000 sons."

Apart from making me inwardly cringe at the thought, it also worked as a laugh-stopper.
(But it was still really hilarious..don't ask me why.)

Note to self : Must emotionally guilt Mom into realising that my brother and I were absolute angels as children. No crazy screaming, no bouncing off walls at the airport, no pooping in weird places and at weird times.
Must remind her she had it easy.
Hopefully this will make her forget about my phone bill.
***

Valentine's day is coming up people.
Remember, if you stay at home, those couples-in-love won't get to you!
Solidarity, my people. Solidarity.

And for those of you who have huge plans for V. Day....well I hope you enjoy yourself.

I'm SO not bitter.
:P

The One where Mahi goes to Chennai!

2007-01-23T09:50:00.000+08:00

Wow it's been ages since I've updated this baby, hasn't it?
I've been a shitty-arsed blog visitor too, please forgive me..you still love me right?

(I know you do.)

Anyway!
I'm back from my short trip to Chennai (thats in South India for those of who couldn't give a rat's ass about geography).
My mom and I went for my second cousins thread ceremony. Along with meeting up with long lost relatives Mom also thought it would be an opportune time to unleash Mahi onto the unsuspecting public. Heh heh. Good ol' Mom.

I don't quite know where to begin...
Most of you know that I've always had this slight fear of India..you know too much noise, too many people, too much everything (but then again, compared to Singapore, any place would seem like too much). But this time around I found myself enjoying the hustle and bustle of the life there.

The place had character. The traffic sucked big time though. There was no concept of staying in one line or actually glancing at the traffic signal. There was liberal use of full-on flood lights, followed by liberal temporary blindness which was followed by liberal near-death experiences.
Cool!

Speaking of 'cool!', I met Mom's side of the family after nearly 8 years.
I've always been very fond of all of Mom's cousins and their kids and her aunts and uncles. They're an affectionate lot. It's a huge family and all of them make it a point to have a sort of reunion every now and then. It's amazing how much the family has expanded. One of my grand-aunts now has 10 grandchildren! Thats 10 second cousins in a flash! I've got to work overtime on my family tree now.
It's our custom to touch the feet of the elders and every time I did that, they would bless me with the utterance "May you get a good husband." I guess in this day and age, it's not such a bad blessing to receive, eh?

All of them speak Tulu and I found myself drifting to a pleasant place while all of them spoke rapid-fire Tulu. Sort of like a babbling brook. It was so nice to hear, even though I didn't understand 90% of what they said. 4 days ago I could speak only a smattering- just enough to tell the people at these functions to stop loading my banana leaf with food. I would just smile and nod and mutter the occasional "Yes, yes correct" or "No, no!" (complete with an edge of panic in my voice) and that seemed to please them. But something weird happened- as if by osmosis, or diffusion for those of you who are anal about these terms, I started to actually speak a few phrases of Tulu. A few well formed phrases at that! Enough to make decent conversation! Mom and her aunts and cousins were shocked. God bless the unconscious absorbtion of information.

Speaking of banana leaves, sitting on the ground to eat with your hands can be a real bitch for someone who sits at a table and eats with a fork, knife and spoon 99.9% of the time. I managed to eat whatever came my way with measured small handfuls (fingerfuls?). Of course there were the usual 5..10.. 50 people laughing at my sad attempts all the way. But I like to think I did good.

Speaking of 'good', it was nice to realise that good looks run in the family too.
Heh heh heheh heheh.
(What? I never said I was modest!)
Mom's side of the family had people with pink skin and amber-green eyes.
What the hell? I've got brown eyes and brown skin.
Goddamn you, Genetics!
*Mahi shakes a fist*
But then again, even the ones without those feline features were pretty damn good looking too.
I know, I know, I'm being superficial and all that, but I like to give credit where it's due, okay?

Speaking of 'pretty damn good', let's talk about FOOD, people.
Singapore is forever calling itself as a foodie's paradise but compared to the food in India, it's just downright insipid.
The food there was completely and utterly mindblowing! I told Mom I would move there just for the food. At this point I could practically hear Mom gleefully thinking "Hee hee, single eligible bachelors in India, get readyyyyyyy!"

And finally speaking of bachelors, I didn't see many of them around but I did see their mothers and grandmothers around. These ladies are a force to be reckoned with.
They scare me.
There was a lot of whispering and hush-hush talk about prospective grooms and all that.
C'est la vie.
*Shrugs*

Oh and I shopped too.
Hehehe

The flights sucked ass but all in all I had an amazing time.

Here's to family ties
-clink-

People-Watching

2007-01-10T21:38:00.000+08:00

I reckon I've got a lot of hobbies-
1) Drawing/Painting
2) Reading
3) Listening to Music
4) Meeting my buddies
5) Not doing anything/anyone (that was a joke for the humorously-challenged)
6) Cooking
7) Gardening (nevermind that half the stuff I plant ends up oh...DEAD.)
...and the list goes on and on

However, what I didn't realise is that the one hobby that I indulged in most often is 'people-watching'.
People-watching involves observing various people for small amounts of time. It is free of prejudice or any bias. It is, in some strange way, incredibly fulfilling. While I'm waiting for a coffee, or sitting on the bus or even shopping, there's always a couple of people that fascinate me.

In fact, so strong is this urge to people-watch that my friends have observed that I tend to immediately get spaced out when I'm in a place that had loads of people milling around. I used to think it's probably because I have a fear of crowds, but I realised its more like a sensory overload.

I love watching the coffee lady make my mocha. It's almost as good as drinking the mocha itself. How she ambles around like a mother hen and how deftly she adds more chocolate. I wonder if she has any children. I wonder if she has a man (or woman) who loves her for the sweetheart that she is.

I love how the scrawny dude in the bus puts his arm protectively/alpha male-ly over the shoulder of his much taller, hotter girlfriend. And how she slides down to lay her head on his shoulder. I wonder who asked who out. I wonder how long they've been going out for.

I chuckle when I watch the girl in lecture cast sly glances to the hottie at her left. I wonder if she'll make a move on him before the semester ends. I hope he makes a move back.

I inwardly smile when I'm in the lift with two students from mainland China. Their rapid fire conversation sounds like fun. I wonder if they're talking about the hot chick they met. Or if they're gonna try some of that crazy Indian food for lunch. I wonder what their idea of fun is, and what they do in their free time here in Singapore.

I can only stare in wonder at some guy's incredibly blue eyes. Sounds cliched as hell but Jesus.. You could spontaneously combust if you looked into those eyes for a second longer. I know I couldn't look any longer because he would probably read my mind without even trying. They don't call eyes 'the windows of the soul' for nuthin' yknow. And hell, forget windows..my eyes are like huge gaping holes in wall. Forget holes in the wall, they're the complete absence of a wall. I wonder what his first kiss was like. I wonder if he's ever as socially inept as I feel when I'm in his vicinity.

I wonder what the loner in the corner is all about. Is he just quiet coz he doesn't friend? He could be a laugh-a-minute...or he could just be a loner. I wonder what sort of a friend he would be to me. I wonder what his bedroom would be like.

I marvel at how amazingly interesting some peoples faces are.. At how incredibly sharp someones nose is..At how beautifully sculpted a persons cheekbone can be. At how brown an eye can get...At how delicate a ear can look..I wonder if I'll ever get to draw these people in my lifetime. I can only hope.

But what unnerves me if I ever find out that someone's been watching me. And wondering about my life.
If you have, do tell me..I'd be very interested in hearing your thoughts.

Observing someone under a microscope can be intriguing, but whats even more intriguing is what the specimen observed of you.

Cue the Wedding March!!!!!

2007-01-06T16:26:00.000+08:00

What a whirlwind start to the Year 2007!
The slow New Year's eve I had was definitely not an indication of what was to come.

I'd like to take this opportunity to congratulate Dev and Arpeeta coz the two lovebirds are NOW ENGAGED!!!!!!!

I am absolutely ecstatic with joy!!!!!!!
(Boy and Girls who were lusting after my two very pretty friends: Sorry! You'll have to ogle elsewhere now :P)
Dev proposed and (obviously) Arpu said "Yes."
(The actual story is HILARIOUS but I don't think I'm allowed to post that....yet)

Aaah it seems like just yesterday that Mink and I were checking out pictures on Arpu's laptop and froze when we came across Dev's.
"Arpu. Who is THIS."
"Oh some guy from Melbourne."
"He's HOT."
"Really? He's OK I guess.."
I can hardly believe its been almost two years since I started a conversation with that guy and found him to be a lovely person..of course he did kiss ass big time to get my approval ;) (Don't you deny it Dev!)
And of course it seems like just yesterday when Dev called me excitedy to say "Hey Mahi! I think your friend is into me and all that!!":D

But seriously, I can't think of two people more suited for each other.

I'm gonna save the good stuff for the wedding speech later on but hey Dev, I saw the ring and duuuuuuuuuuuuuude I TOTALLY approve :D

Aye with the news of the engagement it's been madness here. When Arpu got back from Melbourne, I got a flurry of phone calls asking if the news was true. I totally felt like her personal assistant/manager/publicist/damage control-
"Arpeeta is extremely tired after her trip but is in good spirits."
"No Arpeeta is NOT married already."
"Yes of COURSE she said "yes" to Dev."
"Arpeeta is currently spending time with her loved ones and is unable to take your calls."
"Arpeeta is napping. I will let her know you wanted to speak to her."
"The wedding date has not been fixed yet, but once it is you will be the first to know (not.)"
"Arpeeta's schedule is currently full but I'll let her know you wanted to meet up."
"No, no she's not pregnant!"
"Arpeeta only has a caramel frap. CARAMEL. Get it right next time, assface."
(Hehe okok I was kidding about the last two. What? You couldn't tell?)
I've said this before..I would do SO well in the PR business.

Of course when I told a few friends about it, the next inevitable questions was "So, Mahi, when are you getting married?"
To which I would answer tongue-in-cheek (of course) "July 10th, 2009. Your invites are in the mailbox. I just need to find a guy and we'll be all set."

Here's to you Arpu and Dev -clink-
I can't wait for the wedding. All those nice, single, slightly tipsy men hanging around.
Heh Heh Heh.

Anyway, I gotta run now!
Places to go, people to meet and all that ;)
Take care guys!

Overheard conversations. Mostly involving me...Overheard by me.

2006-12-30T23:25:00.000+08:00

Phew, has this year gone by fast or what?

I thought about doing a recollection of everything important that happened to me this year, but I think I'll forgo that mostly because
1) I'm assuming you've been faithfully reading my posts to know what's happened.
2) I'm too lazy to do it. Now, now. Don't chastise me. Look at my blog's title. That should've given you a fair bit of warning.

So let's instead indulge in a bit of easy chit-chat..okay more like I'll tell you of a few interesting conversations and you read and nod and say "Aye..aye..been there. I feel you sistah!" and other such nice things.

Mink - Mahi, you're such a fussy vegetarian.
Mahi - I know! I've been told that so many times. Are you a fussy vegetarian too?
Mink - I don't know..am I?
Mahi - Okay...Eggplant?
Mink - Ohmigod I LOVE eggplant
Mahi - I hate it...Lady's finger?
Mink - I LOVE lady's finger!
Mahi - Yuck. Too slimy. Pumpkin?
Mink - I'm not too fond of it actually
Mahi - Oh pumpkin is okay when it's in pumpkin soup...Potato?
Mink - I love potato!
Mahi - Me too!! Yaaayy!!
Mink - Yaaaay!!
-Mahi and Mink actually flutter fingers together-
Mahi - Okay, okay what abouuuut tomato?
Mink - I like it!
Mahi - Oo I don't mind it but not when it's chunky
Mink - Mahi you don't like authentic Chinese food anymore right?
Mahi - Yea I'm a bit turned off by it. I developed a sort of taste aversion to it after puking once
Mink - What about tofu?
Mahi - Omg I love tofu!
Mink - Reeeally???
Mahi - Yes! Especially black pepper tofu! What about yoghurt?
Mink - I love yoghurt! I could eat a whole tub of it!
Mahi - Nyehh..I'm okay with yoghurt..just a 2 or 3 tablespoons...no no wait maybe 5 tablespoons....

At this point we here a thunk and we turn to see Kunal (Arpu's brother, who happened to be sitting at the dinner table with us) thumping his fist on the table and then holding his head in his hands and laughing. But I think he was laughing not coz he was tickled but because our conversation was driving him nuts.
"Jesus. You guys would have gone on and on and on. What's wrong with the two of you?"
Arpu was just shaking her head. I think she was wondering why exactly she had called us over. No scratch that, I think she was wondering how we even managed to reach her house in one piece.

Mahi - Mink, is today Tuesday?
Mink - Wait, tomorrow is...Wednesday..so..-calculates- Yes! Today is Tuesday!
Mahi - Yaaaayy!!

In our defence, Tuesdays is when we get half-priced waffles and icecream from Gelares. You have to be VERY SURE it's a Tuesday in order to actually not pay wayyy too much for waffles and icecream. You would be very careful about calculating what day it was if you were in my place, right?
Right?
..........Right?

Mink - -while listening to the radio- Mahi, why isn't Usher releasing any new songs??
Mahi - -sarcastically- Should I call up his manager and find out?
Mink - -sarcastically back- Why don't you just call up Usher himself?
-Silent moment as Mahi realises that this is an unprecedented event. Mink rarely screws Mahi over and if she does, it's not a very good attempt-
Mahi - Awwwww Mink you screwed me over! I'm so proud of you!!!
Mink - Me too!!!!!
-Mahi and Mink do fluttery hands thingie-

Arpu found this stomach-clutchingly hilarious when this happened..after she got out of the car, Mink and I looked at each other. "What a loser." "It wasn't even that funny." "Yea."
We're such juveniles. Who woulda thunk that Mink is gonna graduate with a major in Mathematics, me with major in psychology and Arpu a major in biochemistry (or something like that..I'm still not sure what her degree is..Arpu what the hell is it that you do anyway?)

Sharul and I were having a conversation on men.
Sharul - Mahi, there are going to be some pretty hot guys at this club you know..
Mahi - I know..problem is the minute they open their mouths to talk, you just want to kill yourself.
Sharul - You should just tape up his mouth and rape him then.
-Mahi and Rishi, who's incidentally Sharul's boyfriend, just stare at her for a long time, in stunned silence-
Mahi - What the hell have you two been doing together?
Rishi - Honest to God, I have no idea where that came from.

All of us were just a bit disturbed that night :P

We were all invited to Roohi's one night for dinner
Roohi - You guuuuys! I made the dinner! Every single dish! I hope you guys love it!

Upon arriving we were astounded to see a spread of dishes....and a salad consisting of chopped up lettuce and carrots.
Mahi - Wow Roohi, this stuff tastes amazing! How on earth did you manage to make all of this?
Roohi - - smiles delightedly and ignores question- Have some salad!
Roohi's Mom - Haha! She didn't make all this...I did! She made that -points to the salad that no one had touched yet-
-Roohi stops smiling and everyone tries their best to stifle their laughter-
Nirav (who incidentally is Roohi's boyfriend) - -slowly reaches out a takes a leaf of cabbage and munches encouragingly- Well.........the cabbage tastes....great..
Mahi - Hehehehehehe
Roohi - Bitch.

Ahhhhh God bless my friends, I love em all I know I don't say that as often as I should.
However I have one bone to pick with them.
Will you assholes (my gang..not you lovely dear readers) please stop going out on couple dates so much and REMEMBER your sole single friend every now and then??!?
I swear to God, I think I'm gonna end up a sad angry spinster who spends too much time baking and lives in a house with too many dogs.

Nah I'm kidding. Of course I won't be mad. After all, I'll make sure I have gorgeous young toy boys spending lotsa quality time with me.

:D

Happy New Year Everyone!
Don't forget to break that New Year's Resolution that you just made ;)

Meeerrrryy Christmas! 'Ho Ho Ho' and 'Balle Balle'

2006-12-25T17:19:00.000+08:00

Merry Christmas all!
Hope you're having a lovely, fun-filled, present-filled and love-filled Christmas! (And if you're not, then cheer up and have some Christmas Pudding..'tis the season to indulge baby.)

Anyway, my Christmas eve was nice enough... I went out for a Bhangra Night
(For those of you who have no idea what it is, a whole bunch of remixed bhangra and bollywood tracks are played at a club..so where you'd normally have pop, hip-hop, R&B playing- you'd now have remixed hindi/punjabi music playing..it TOTALLY burns off those calories man, its such a workout)
SO yea I spent Christmas eve dancing away to Punjabi music...you totally saw that one coming right :P
Ho Ho Ho!

I didn't really want to go when some of my friends gently suggested that perhaps I'm becoming a bit of a recluse. The last time I had been out properly, to drink and dance was a good 10 months back.
Yup. A Recluse I had become.

The Crowd was slightly different than I remember. Less rowdy, better smelling, a good mix of old and young instead of the usual barely-legal-ers trying to act all gwowned up and spending the better part of their night puking their guts out by the sidewalk.
The music had improved too. None of that 'I-can't-dance-to-this-crap' kinda music. You know? The sort thats from some flop movie/album that no one saw/heard.

Last year, I had gone for a bhangra night and in the midst of the dancing I turned to my right and saw a guy dancing a few metres away. The intoxicating song coupled with the strobing lights made for quite a heady scene. And then our eyes met and we smiled.
It wasn't a naughty sort of thing..
You know how sometimes 2 complete strangers can share something in a brief few seconds, without uttering a word? (No, I'm not talking STD's) It was some sort of acknowledgement? I don't know.
I saw him last night again, after almost a year. He didn't have that playful twinkle in his eye, the one that made me smile. He looked older, more matured, but a lot less happy.
We passed by each other as I entered and he left. We looked each other in the eye, saw a brief hint of recognition and then we went our seperate ways.
C'est la vie. I love such encounters.

It seems that in a matter of moments, time sped up from being 1 am to 4 am...uh-oh way past my curfew. Mom called to voice her grievances (that's putting it mildly). I got into a cab with Roohi and Nirav and I said "Oh shit. I'm screwed. Where did the time go? My parents are hopping mad. Goddamit. I'm going to be 23. You'd think they'd ease up by now."
The cabbie chuckled and said "Ahh such things happen..you're young and parents will always worry..my own mother still calls and asks me when I'm coming home. She does this everytime I work overtime."
I sighed "Parents."
All of us kept quiet..and then he said "You should appreciate it though. They're showing you how much they care..when they're not around, you'll miss it.."
Silence..
"Ah crap. Now I can't be angry at them for being angry with me."
Seriously. I felt so robbed of my right to be indignantly annoyed.

When I reached my house, the cabbie suggested that I act drunk and lost track of time.
"Are you nuts? My parents think when I go clubbing I have the standard free drink that comes with the ticket, and even that they're not too happy about, and you want me to act drunk?!"
Cue a few more suggestions.
"Uncle. Why don't you just come to my house and explain the situation?"
All said tongue-in-cheek of course.
The cabbie giggled like a little school boy. Bless his heart.

So yes..I stealthily entered the house at 5 am (fucking windchimes..such a bloody nuisance.) Thankfully the parents decided to cut me some slack and they remained pretendedly asleep in their room.

My feet hurt, I feel slightly hungover, my hair smells of smoke and my mom is still slightly miffed at me.

But it was all worth it because for a few hours I danced like a maniac... and loved every minute of it
:)

Be good guys.
Have fun but don't drink and drive.

About Time.

2006-12-23T00:51:00.000+08:00

Dear Time,
Hey there, it's me, Mahima. I'm the one who's always dumbstruck at how fast you seem to move? Yep. That one.

So anyway I've been thinking. It's going to be 2007 already. I remember thinking back in 1997, when I was *counts* 12 years old, I remember thinking what life would be in the much-fantasised-about 2000's. I even made a list of things that could, nay, MUST happen in 10 years time-
1) There would be flying cars.
2) There would be no more homework.
3) People would be able to teleport
4) I would be married (Yes. I thought I'd get married by the time I was 23. Come to think of it, there's still a few more months left...don't underestimate how efficient and resourceful Indian mothers/aunties/relatives can be.)
5) If I was not married, I'd have a really AWESOME boyfriend, because you know..everyone started having boyfriends back then, but I was just the funny tall weird Indian girl who didn't have a chance in hell to get lucky, but I would be damned if I didn't have a really awesome boyfriend in 10 years time.
6) I would morph into a bombshell. Everyone else would grow just as tall as me, the pimples would disappear, the glasses would disappear and God Help Me, my hair would either magically turn really nice and manageable or I'd be bald.

So yes. That was basically my list of priorities. Let's see what has happened and what has not.

1) Nope. No flying cars. Note to self: Must make some important scientific guy turn my plan about building magnetic roads and magnetic cars into reality. (Like poles repel..hence the cars will fly/levitate/float...geddit? I still need to work out the details.)
2) There is still too much goddamned homework.
3) I think they've got the technology sorted out but these bastards aren't letting us in on the whole truth.
4) I am not married. Forget that, in the past year my whole view on it has changed. I am seriously reconsidering this whole marriage thing. My sociology teacher said "When you marry someone, you're essentially officialising the fact that your time is now theirs too." It is not even funny how freaked out I got by hearing that. Picture Mahi with deer antlers (or not since female deers don't have antlers....) getting caught in the headlights.
5) 10 years on, I'm single. Not that I'm crying or anything and I'm not even bitter. I'd like to think I've reached a point in my life where I realise that the fact that I'm single has got nothing to do with my looks or personality or whatever, and hence has no impact on my self esteem. I've still got an ego the size of a blue whale. I'm single by choice, it's just the way things are. It's all good.
6) The pimples have gone, my eyesight magically corrected itself, my hair has become pretty decent and I'm still taller than almost everyone here.

Well, 1 outta 6 ain't too bad, eh?

I just got back from a really lovely marathon movie session (okay well we saw 2 movies!) with Sidra and Ju, who've been my dear friends since secondary school. We don't meet up often enough but its amazing because when I'm with them, You seem to stand still, as if to allow us to relish the moments of joy and laughter we have.
After 10 years we find that in each others' company, we're just the same old girls that we used to be, pigging out, giggling, gossiping, reliving old memories, enjoying the innocence but occaisionally surprising each other by how beautifully we've all grown up.

SO anyway, Time, most people have a humungous bone to pick with You, but you know what? We're cool. I like You. I've come to realise the more I butt heads with You, the less cooperative You are. Not really like quicksand, but You get the idea.
I've learnt to take it easy in general. And I think I like the relationship we're forming.

Carry on doing what You're doing, Time.
Here's to Time flying
-clink-

Regards,
Mahi

Plant Killers and other general stuff of no great importance

2006-12-17T00:31:00.000+08:00

Remember I told you about my neighbour's grandkids? The Ones who kept pulling the leaves off my moms plants?
Well, they're back.
I checked on my little daisy seedling and I found the ones in the smaller pot pulled out!!! Systematically! Cruelly! Coldly! One by One! (I planted them in two pots..just to be safe..y'know 'don't put all your eggs in one basket' sorta thing)

Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Stupid Kids.
-Fumes-

***
I started hunting for my camera to take pictures of new sketches and panicked when I couldnt find it.
Then - "Ohhhhh"
I remembered. Last weekend my friends and I had gone karaoke-ing and of course like any good karaoke session, there had to be booze and where there was booze there had to be a camera.
PS- Nirav, please stick to dancing.
- Rishi, you stick to dancing too.
- Sharul and Taj, you guys are ok.

SO yea anyway by the time I got home I was too happily drunk to care about bringing my camera home so its now currently in Rishi's car, whom I find, has left for a weekend trip to Bali.. Dude, for your sake, I hope you kept it in a cool shady area in your car.

PS- As much as people force you, never EVER agree to have vodka shots with tobasco sauce in it.
NEVER.
PS- Also, why is it that the female toilets in clubs are so much more filthier than the male toilets? I had to resort to sneaking into the male toilet!
Let's not even discuss the weird looks I got when I came out of the cubicle.

***
Arpu's back! -Mahi does the happy dance-
Siigh. When Arpu's back, I feel like everything is allll right in the world again
:)
***

Myehh. Nothing else. I'm sleepy now. Things are slow. My laptop is still spoit. Stupid Laptop.

I know I'm going to regret this but here goes - "I can't wait for uni to start."

A lot of aggro, some motherly pride, some sadness and more aggro.

2006-12-11T17:09:00.000+08:00

-Stands-
Hi, I'm Mahima and I think I may have anger management issues.

Seriously.
I've been finding that the tiniest, yet most godawfully annoying things are pissing me off and I'm talking pissing-offing of Hulk-like proportions. (I think I'm even starting to look a little green.)

Just last night my laptop refused to charge. After 45 minutes of checking the power outlet, checking the battery pack, checking the plug thingie at the back of the laptop, what did I do?

I punched the wall and then started bawling like a baby.

Not.very.smart.
My left hand hurts like a bitch.
Yea I used my writing and generally-doing-everything-hand.
Like I said - not.very.smart.
(After ALL of that you'd think my laptop would charge, but noooooo.)

I- The Generally Very Zen and Calm yet Approachable- Mahima.
I- The One that People come to for Advice and Generally Uplifting Conversation- Mahima.
I- The One who preaches about Controlling One's Emotions and not letting them Get the Better of you- Mahima.
I- The One who pours her Heart and Soul into creating lovely pieces of Art (that NO ONE is BUYING) and baking deeeeelicious Sticky Date Pudding with Toffee Sauce- Mahima.

What the hell is wrong with me?
(If you must know 1) No it is NOT that time of the month. 2) The pudding turned out delish and was very well accepted..maybe it's the art. Buy my art or I'll punch you, dammit! And you know I will! Grr!)

Anyway this made me realise a few things.
Not a lot of us are capable of realising what we can do and what results is often a very very unpleasant surprise. So many of us (and I'm not neccessarily referring to me) have our inner demons that we're not even aware of, or maybe are, but instead choose to ignore them.
We spend such a long time building layer upon layer to project what we seem to think is what would make everyone happy and at ease. We spend so much of our lives doing this that we pretty much forget who we really are underneath it all.
Maybe we need to stop trying to cover up and change who we are and just revel in the fact that yea...we do have anger management/commitment/eating/drinking/emotional issues and other such issues that in general make us human.

Chew on that people.

The next time I glibly tell someone I'm not that easy to piss off, I'm going to think back on this episode and instead warn the person that Oh yes I will INDEEDY punch him/her in the kissah and he/she shouldn't doubt it for a second because I have INDEEDY punched a wall before (I wont say 'indeedy' coz that kinda ruins the effect)

Anyway punching someone in the face can't possibly be more painful than punching a concrete wall.
***

On another note, my little daisy plants are growing!
-Mahi does the happy dance-
This morning my mom called me out to take a look and OH JOY! There they were! about 20-30 of them poking out of the soil with their little green stem and 2 leaves each.
It's amazing how the site of tiny green saplings/seedlings/whateveryoucallthem can have such a calming effect on you.
Woohoo I can't wait for the next 20 weeks!
***

On a more somber note..Jay of isorule.blogspot.com is hanging up his blogging hat.
His blogs was one of the funniest I've ever read. You'll be missed buddy.
*hug*

There've been so many times when I've thought of quitting blogging before, but I remind myself why I started it in the first place.
As much as I love reading comments and knowing that people visit this site, it's not really about you guys. It's about me.

I started this blog so many years down the road, I could always visit something from my past (unless evil evil aliens take over this world and COMPLETELY DESTROY THE INTERNET. -blood curdling scream- ) Something that could tell me how much I've changed as a person.
Of course reading how people respond to those thoughts is also immensely gratifying, coz come on if it wasn't I'd just be writing in a tiny padlocked diary. One that my brother can't pick. I hate him. I think I'll punch him tonight.

Anyway fact is..I think I could tie this back up to the previous point - we start something for a right reason and then dress it up and by doing so we carry on doing it for the wrong reasons (if we're using the example of blogging, maybe we start blogging to just see our thoughts on cyber space but then we find ourselves doing it more and more for the comments and visits, this is just a narrow context specific view, of course) and when we find that the comments and visits just don't do it for you anymore- thats when we start losing interest in it.

Sometimes all we need to do is remind ourselves WHY we started something in the first place.

(And please, don't for one second think that I'm talking about Jay. He quit for his own reasons.)
***

Sigh. The Weather is dark and so is my mood.

I think I'm really getting into this punching thing. It's like the floodgates have been opened.
Haha.

Mahi, Mahi quite contraari, how does your garden grow?

2006-12-07T22:51:00.000+08:00

I'm done, done, DONE with my exams!
Say it with me now people - "Woohoooooooooo!"

How did I celebrate, you ask?
I'll tell ya how I celebrated it..

I came home and gardened.

Yep.
'Putting- seeds- in- soil- in- a- pot' sorta gardened.
My friend's reaction - "Are you on drugs?"

Let me explain..it's not that I don't have a life...its just..don't you sometimes just want to come home and GARDEN?
Is it that so absurd an idea?

I felt like a CSI when I put on my plastic gloves and hauled two pots over onto some newspaper, and then proceeded to enjoyably dig my hands through the soil, dump it in the pot and daintily pat it down (but not too much patting coz I worried that the young seedlings/saplings/whatever-lings might not have enough strength to push thru the patted down soil). I then scattered the seeds with a flourish and sang "Let it grow, let it grow, let it grow"
(To the tune of "Let It Snow"...in case you missed that.)

I felt like JD on Scrubs, when all the while I was gardening, I had an inner monologue running through my head. I think up some pretty funny shit in my head sometimes, but for the life of me I can't remember what it was I thought up then. But I think it might have involved drinking. I'm thinking way too much about drinking now that I don't have to worry about studying with a hangover. I also indulged in a nice relaxed conversation with Kelso, who sat there perplexed at what I was doing.

I felt quite powerful as I held seeds as tiny as grains of sand (they were daisy seeds but by God, if they turn out to be just grains of sand I will be SOOO pissed off. I want to see daisies in 20 weeks, dammit!) each seed, holding the potential for new life..each holding the potential to bring that much more colour into the world. I felt powerful, indeedy. And then I peered closely and noticed how much they looked like poppy seeds. And for a brief minute, I was struck by panic- What if they WERE poppy seeds, and the cops found out and arrested me for growing something that could turn in cocaine!?
Naaah. What are the odds of that happening, eh?

And finally I felt pretty stupid when I realised the stupid cheap ass gloves I wore, didn't stop didley from entering in. I found dirt and water and other soil bits under my nails and then I had to CUT them.
I bet the CSI's never had this problem.

It was immensely relaxing and gratifying. When those flowers bloom, I shall behold them in all their blooming glory and think to myself "Ahhh..my love and dedication- in a pot." like a proud mother. -Cue chorus and halo effect and fuzzy camera shot-
Of course if those flowers don't bloom I'll be pissed as hell and then I can be PUH-RETTY sure that they were in fact just grains of sand.

And before I leave you, here's a pearl of wisdom. Only one pearl coz after this I don't think you'd wanna hear more-
"The most gratifying thing in the world? A good dump, Mahima. A good dump."
-Rishi

Wise words, my friend. Wise words.

Get Thee Away From Me, O Wretched Exams!

2006-12-04T17:28:00.000+08:00

Okay, okay so my exams aren't over yet but I just can't go that long without venting.
Oh lucky you :P

Things I've Learnt This Semester:

The lecturers who look like dear, old, sweet grandma's are the ones who'll screw you over the most and give you a D+ for the ONE essay you worked your butt off for (D+..oh wow the '+' made SUCH A HUGE DIFFERENCE, YOU STUPID COW.)
Hot professors are such motivation to not only attend all lectures, but also to study. All this so you don't end up looking stupid. Ahhh they don't teach you THIS stuff in psychology class ;) ..or do they? Maybe I was too busy gawking to actually listen..*cough* moving on..
Cappuccino's and hot mochas at my uni rock. Alas, I discovered this NOW. Since the past two years I've been killing myself drinking banana mochas..which according to my friend taste like a laxative. Don't ask how she knew. I work on a 'Don't-ask-don't-tell' policy.
The people working at the cafe are awesome. They put extra chocolate in my hot mocha. And they act like they really do care when I moan about my yucky 8 am classes.
Studying for exams helps when you have to er...do the exams.
People are amazed when I tell them I lived in Africa for the first ten years of my life. They look at me like I'm amazing (not that I'm NOT amazing otherwise..). Their faces inevitably fall when I tell them that I infact DID NOT live in a mud hut/roamed with lions/drank water from ostrich eggs.
Given the choice between watching Season 6 of Star Trek: The Next Generation and studying for my exams, guess which one I always choose? Go on..guess.
I LOVE taking the hour long bus ride to and from uni...and no I'm not even being sarcastic! Its my way of meditating, and by 'meditating' I mean listening to music and sleeping. Yup I've become one of those people..you know the ones who fall asleep and their heads loll back and then quickly snap up? I used to make FUN of those people. Ah how the mighty ~~fall~~ sleep.

So yes. That's what I've learnt..and yea I learnt some stuff about psychology, sociology and the universe too.

Now be a good Mahi-lover and buy my art, like how Nal did (or tried...the website screwed up on logisitics. Bastards. )

Video Post No.2 - A Baby and Dinner Out

2006-11-25T00:46:00.000+08:00

So I'm doing 2 things tonight that I haven't done in a while :
1) Go out with a friend - Upcoming exams and/or the fear of upcoming exams have kept me locked up at home. The state of my social life is so incredibly pathetic right now.
2) Put up videos - Aaah we all like these don't we. However due to reason no.1, I haven't had any real motivation to put videos, but now I do!

The Stork Comes A-Visiting (not to me)

Yup it's true! Just g0t the news last night that one of my very oldest and dearest friend is expecting. Friend, if you're reading this, please don't read the previous post.
You have been warned!
:)

Right, so Mink and I went out for dinner tonight at the Indian eatery nearby. This is a place we've visited many many times before and it always cracks us up mainly coz the waiters NEVER fail to either a) forget my order or b) screw up the bill..anyway view on, dear viewer/reader-

Alright. Let's talk about 'Decor'

The constant shifty look to my left is because the waiters are ALWAYS around, dammit!
Anyway the aforementioned screens always have semi naked women dancing to bastardized old hindi classics. It's INCREDIBLY distracting.
Is it any surprise my brother loves eating here? Or more specifically, is it any surprise that he always chooses the table with the best view?

Let's get Down and Dirty. Let's talk 'Food'

I could've sworn once that the packet of ready-made paneer makhani tasted EXACTLY like the one I order here everytime.
*Shrugs* But I'm not expert......or am I?

Ah Waiters. Them again.

*small voice* Waiters bring back bad memories.
"....we're scared they might......."
I know a couple of people who wouldn't mind completing that sentence. :P
Like I mentioned..they were EVERYWHERE and my food hadn't arrived yet. I didn't want to risk nuffin'.

Of Conclusions and Cleavage

I was to go into this deep, serious talk about how frustrating it is when the waiters ALWAYS mess up my order and then....Mink, what is WITH you? Every 5 seconds I would spy the camera going a tad lower than it should.
Oh stop rewinding the video.
Pervs.
Anyhoo, surprisingly they didn't botch up anything tonight. They were ultra attentive to our every needs too. No repeating of orders, no waving frantically to get a waiters attention, hell they even lowered the tvs volume for us.
Your guess is as good as mine. Heh.

So yes..thats a night out for me and Mink.

On an unrelated note, I've noticed NO ONE IS BUYING MY ART.
Mahima is displeased.
Hmpf.

School Stories- Part 2- Crazy Mrs. T

2006-11-21T18:41:00.000+08:00

I spent a long time looking at myself in the mirror today (yes, even longer than usual).
Specifically at my nose.
Yes, The Nose.
Always with The Nose.

I frowned at the mark that Kelso's vicious little teeth had left on my already slightly-disfigured nose.
You see, I love sneaking up on him, and then incessantly sniffing at his face.
He hates it. With an exasperated yelp he turns to shoo me away- in the process knocking his canine against my nose (hence the mark) and slightly stunning me with his his high pitched yelp (you know like how fish get stunned by high pitched squeaks emitted by whales?).

Gingerly touching my nose, I found myself wondering if my own kids would cause me this much bodily harm.
And then thinking about kids made me recall what a teacher told me about having babies.

Let's go for a walk down memory lane, shall we?
.
.
.
.
The year was 2000 and I was in 9th grade.
My English teacher- Mrs T, jauntily walks into the room, throws her stuff on her table, proceeds to stand in front of classroom, puts her hand on her hips and says :
"Okay so my husband and I had sex and now I'm pregnant."

-Cue stunned silence-
40 girls stunned into silence. Do you know how rare that is?

"Yep. I'm pregnant. And yes I still have sex at my age."

-Cue slow, hesitant, cautious clapping-

You see we here at uptighty, prudish Singapore convents didn't always have 40-something year old teachers bombarding us with this sorta info. It was new. We needed time to digest what we had just heard.
"That's great Mrs T!"
"Congrats, Mrs T!"
"Oh my goddd I LOVE babies!" Squealed Arpu.

Mrs T slowly turned towards Arpu and suddenly took on a very sinister glint in her eyes.
"You like babies, huh? You think it's fun when you're pregnant and your back hurts all the time? You think it's fun when you're trying to squeeze your baby out and along with that you end up shitting too? You think its fun when your breastfeeding your baby and your nipples are too sore and bleeding and cracked and painful? You think its fun when your boobs grow so huge and saggy that you have to virtually flip them over when you're washing yourself? Oh Yes, my dear, that's SO. MUCH. FUN."
(At the last bit all of us looked down at our chests. The slightly less endowed of the lot beamed with delight. The slightly more endowed of us looked uneasy.)

Arpu sat there, open-mouthed, looking she wanted to cry after that traumatising tirade. I could imagine her shakily taking off her rose-tinted glasses, packing them into a neat little box and the burying that box forever. Poor Arpu.
I was just shell-shocked at the possibility that you might poop while giving birth.
"You can SHIT while giving birth!?!"
"Yes Mahima."
Well, there go my rose-tinted glasses.

So as you can tell, Mrs T was quite a character.
When girls would talk during her class, she'd turn around and with the skill of superbly trained ninja, she would throw perfectly-aimed pieces of chalk at you.
They hurt like a bitch.

I once got back a badly graded essay from her.
"Mahima R! (surname witheld coz I just watched an episode of the Tyra Bank's Show where internet creeps stalked girls. Moral of the story is don't give away too much info. Well I guess I'll just have to delete my entire blog then hahaha. Uh..those of you who know my surname, please don't put it up. I don't want my future in-laws landing on this blog after Googling me. I like saving the rude surprises for later.) How on EARTH could you hand in this crap? You're Indian! Indians are supposed to be good at English! I had a professor at university also with the same surname as you! How do you think he would feel about you handing in this rubbish??"
"Uh..contrary to popular belief, Mrs T, not all R's are related so I doubt he'd feel anything and not all Indians are good at English."
(And then I pointed at Arpu and Roohi.
Hahahahaah KIDDDING...
I am SO dead.)
"Whatever, Mahima, WHAT-EV-ER."

She used to call me "The Rahamah."
Don't ask. Seriously. Don't.
Coz I still have no idea where she pulled that one out of.

Fastforward to 2004.

I went back to my old school to do a relief (substitute) teaching stint there, coz I had too much time to kill before uni started and the pay for relief teaching ROCKS.
(Plus you don't exactly have to be a rocket scientist to relief teach *wink wink nudge nudge*)

I sat in my cubicle pretending like I had work to do when Mrs T popped her head in.
"MAH-HEE-MAAAH."
"Heeey Mrs T! How are you?"
"I'm good I'm good. Listen, was I ever mean to you in class?"
"Yep. All the time."
"Oh okay...did you severly despise me?"
"Oh not at all. I loved having you make fun of me all the time! It was very entertaining."
"Okay great so that means I can ask you to help me grade some essays. I have too much bloody work to do and since you actually liked me, I won't feel bad about asking you to help me with this nonsense."
"Haha sure Mrs T."
"Oh and later, if you're free you can join me with my class. We have CME period."

CME period.
'Civics and Moral Education' period.
This was basically 40 minutes of reading out of book that told you that stealing was wrong and helping an old lady across the road was right (in so many words).
It was a glorified free period.

"Sure!"

I went up to her class where she introduced me as Miss R.
"She used to be a student of mine and she used to sit in that very corner there."
Wow. She actually remembered where I sat. This was sweet!
"She used to have the WORST bushy hair, terrible acne-fied skin and she thought she was such a smartass..."
"Thank you Mrs T. That bought a tear to my eye. You've touched my heart."
"...and now look at her. If someone like THAT could clean up so nicely, then there's hope for all you losers."
"Aww you love me. You REALLY love me."
"Oh shut UP."

Ahh I love that woman.
She was smart, rude, inspiring and funny all at the same time.

So you see..we started off talking about Kelso's teeth which made me think of kids which made me think of Mrs T which is now making me wonder if all teachers start going a bit batty after a few years of teaching.

*Shrugs*

As Mrs T once said : "You're a very disturbing girl, Mahima. Very Disturbing."

:D

***
Addendum: Okay so I listened to Chitgo's idea about putting up my art up for sale, and I'm a member of Imagekind now.
So yes people, all those times you've ooh-ed and aaah-ed over my art - well now you can BUY it. Moahaha!

No, seriously..buy it. Pleeease? Share and care, baby! When I'm famous 10 years down the road, YOU can tell people "Hey! I made her famous. Yea baby, yea!" (Or something like that.)

If you're interested, you can click on the Imagekind button below my profile and check out the prints for sale. Yea they're prints..if you want to buy an original then that's a whole different ball game :)
(I was totally kidding about the 'bitches' part, I promise. You know I love you guys. Well most of you anyway :P)

Kisses in advance for the buyers! :D

I just called...to say...no wait. I didn't call.

2006-11-17T22:25:00.000+08:00

I was having a chat with a friend a few days back and we came to the topic of talking on the phone.
It got me thinking about things.

I can't tell if this is a good or bad thing.
I'm the sort of person who'll hear her phone beeping when its battery is dying, shrug and let it die.
I'm completely comfortable with leaving it there, dead, battery discharged, for days.

I used to get into tiffs with friends who would complain because they'd think I was purposely avoiding calls, but here's the truth : My cell phone is almost always on silent mode. Lying in the corner somewhere. I don't pick up calls coz (surprise)...I don't hear the phone buzzing.

Now about making calls. I've been accused of not caring enough to call. I almost never make calls..why? Not because I'm a snob..but simply because the thought doesn't cross my mind.
Yep, it IS as simple as that.

Lord knows I've been accused of being a lazy bum, and lord knows what I do with those 24 hours every day but making calls almost always isn't on the top of my list of priorities.

Does that mean I love my friends any less?
This is just my opinion but I doubt it. I've known people who talk to each other every other day, but take absolutely nothing away at the end of the conversation. I've been one of those people.
I've talked to long lost friends after MONTHS and felt so incredibly fulfilled and content at the end of the conversation.
I'm from the 'too-much-of-a-good-thing...' and 'less-is-more' school of thought (haha SOMETIMES.)

I was told that perhaps I'm a bit scared?
But of what?
To get close to people?
I'd like to think that I get as close to people as I want to, or as far as I have to.
I'd like to think that a phone call doesn't really tell you didley about how close you are to a person.
And I'd like to think that if you're meant to know someone, it'll happen in its own time.

On another vein-
Words are exactly just that- words, at the end of the day. They are thrown around a lot but mean nothing without context.

But that's just me.
What do you guys reckon?
A little food for thought.

In the mean time..a piece I've just finished..I still need to touch it up quite a bit.

Addendum - I was contemplating naming this one 'Knowledge' and then I read the adorable Lil Bohemia's comment (budding artist and daughter of the yummy Miz Bohemia, as you might have guessed). She said "Wow! I like your painting. It looks like she wants to kiss the sky!"

How apt! :)

'Knowledge' it is then.

Waiter, there's spit in my soup!

2006-11-12T16:56:00.000+08:00

Okay this has been nagging at me since the past few weeks.

I don't get something - What is with people who are RUDE to waiters/waitresses/cabdriver/ generally anyone in the service industry, for no damn good reason?
Is it that hard to be nice? I don't think so. I'm pretty nice to these people and I've been known to be quite the grouch (only when I'm PMS-ing, people.)

Okay what sparked this rant off were a couple of events:

I met up with someone, let's call him X, for coffee.
Just a nice friendly, platonic coffee, as opposed to those sexually- loaded, electricity-crackling-in-the-air typa coffees.
Now we ordered crepes and as most people would know, crepes contain eggs. X is a vegetarian. No problem, right?

Wrong.

X is one of those vegetarians who doesn't eat egg.
Okay I'm not being judgemental or anything, but how do you guys survive? There's egg in pasta, innocent looking biscuits..them eggs are EVERYWHERE! Every meal must be a battle.
Moving on.

We got the crepes, he sniffed them, frowned at the waitress and asked (shrieked?) "Does this have EGG in it!?"
"Yes, sir!" The waitress cheerfully replied.
"GOOD! GREAT! I'M VEGETARIAN YOU KNOW!" He threw his hands up in exasperation.
The waitress and I exchanged looks.
What? Was she supposed to be psychic? Was she supposed to be super smart to assume that eggs aren't vegetarian? You'd be surprised at the number of people here who are shocked to find out that fish is normally not considered vegetarian fare.
I said "....aaand..."
"I don't eat eggs! Eggs aren't vegetarian! Take this back." He did this snappy finger thing, which completely, totally, utterly cheesed me off.

Needless to say, I was taken aback (not coz he doesn't eat eggs, but because of his shrieky outburst) and I said "It's okay..leave them here, I'll have it." and I smiled at the waitress who looked relieved.

Next up, he wanted a drink which contained A. Waitress apologetically said "I'm sorry, sir, we've run out of ingredient A."
"What NONSENSE is this? I AM NEVER coming here again. I'll have this other drink instead." He did the snappy finger thing again and dismissed her. He actually threw a hissy fit!
I smiled and shrugged apologetically to her.
After she left, I turned to him and said "That was mean."
"No, you watch, the next time I come here they'll be fully stocked with ingredient A."

Uhhhuh. Right. How could I forget? You've got them quaking in their boots coz you're single-handedly responsible for their revenue because of your copious consumption of ingredient A.

He smiled and said "Anyway, you must try this other drink I ordered, its very nice!"
"I'm not trying anything she brings you now. Someone in the kitchen has probably spat in your stuff by now."
"No, no they won't do that."
Wanna bet, wiseass? I've got friends working in this eatery and I've heard what happens to bad, bad customers when they get too big for their booties.

But, of course I didn't tell him that :)

What gives? Is it that hard to be civil? Is it that hard to imagine that you're capable of making the same mistakes that they make? Is it that hard for you to remember that you've screwed up before?

It's pretty damn easy to be nice and smarmy and kiss-ass when you're dealing with people who are on your level or of a higher status (in any and every sense) but when you've got people who aren't quite as privileged as you, it becomes so convenient to become a dickhead.

I firmly believe in the fact that you can suss out a person's character by watching how he interacts with people on a lower level than him (that and the state of his bathroom too).
That and you can't trust someone who's mean to animals.

I know, I know I have too many beliefs. Hey, what can ya do?

I'm not nice coz I'm obligated to, or because I'm petrified that they'll spit in my food ("Moahaha, now you know what that secret ingredient was, you bitch!")
I'm nice coz why on earth would I want to be anything else? It takes a lot of hardwork and coldness to be mean to someone (unless you're mean to me first, then being mean to you is pretty enjoyable)

I know people who ignore cabbies when they talk to you. I know people who look like it would KILL them to say "Hi" back to the lady serving them their coffee.

All I'm gonna say is : Get your head out of your ass already. Be nice to people on your way up, coz you'll definitely meet them on your way down

Fame meet Mahima, Mahima meet Fame (sorta)

2006-11-07T14:25:00.000+08:00

It would seem my video post is getting positive reviews! In the light of this, keep your eyes peeled coz more videos are definitely on their way :D I was actually worried about anonymity issues before I put it up and then I remembered that I've put more pictures and descriptions of me, my friends, my family and my LIFE, than I can remember. Oh well any remanents left of my anonymity definitely flew out the window with the last post!

ANYWAY
The COOLEST thing happened this morning!

I was at uni for an 8 am class, which SUCKS for two reasons because-1) getting up early at 630 am is inhumane and 2) flexing you're brain trying to figure out the mechanisms of the brain at the ungodly hour of 8 am is also inhumane.
However these two problems are usually remedied by A lovely mocha from the cafe at my uni : The Grinning Gecko (If anyone from the Gecko is reading this - Please sponsor my mochas. It's the least you can do in return for the free publicity.)

Anyway onto the good stuff!
So I walked towards my class and a few girls were walking towards me, one of them stared. So I looked and gave her a small "Yes, yes I know that you know that I know you're staring, so let's not get hostile and all so just smile back, 'kay?" smile.
She was Indian, and I'm sure every single Indian will testify to this - Indians love to stare at other Indians. It's like they've NEVER laid eyes on another Indian before!

OKAY, so I smiled..she gave me a small smile back.
I went into class, put my bag down, and went back out to visit the little ladies room. Upon entering I saw the same girl talking animatedly to her friends..and they fell quiet when I entered
Okaaaaaay...
I was clipping up my hair when suddenly I heard her say something with the word 'blog' in it.
Hair half-clipped I slowly turned and said cautiously "What?"
She hesitantly took a step forward and said "Do you....have a blog?"
Pause "Um......Yeees......."
"Are you......Mahima?"
We both stared at each other with the full weight of the absurdity of the situation hitting us.
I stared open-mouthed (Yes I am not even HALF as quick witted in real life than I am on this blog), finally grinned and said "Yes!"

Turns out she was an exhange student from Canada who had landed at my blog via Rohan's blog.
I was overjoyed and I asked her "Oh! Do you know him personally?"
"No, I don't I was just reading through his posts and I was looking at his blogroll and I just decided to click on your link. I saw that you were in NUS and I thought it would be so cool if I happened to meet you on my exchange here!"
"Well there you go!"
Alas, I had to rush back to class coz I spied my tutor making her way there. We shook hands and I said "It was great meeting you!" and she replied "Same! If you see a comment from Shruti, you'll know who it is."

Hey Shruti! Here's a big "Hellloooooooo fellow uni-mate-and-blog-reader!" to you! You totally made my day babe. :)

And speaking of making days, check out the first video at Miz Bohemia.
Gracias, my gorgeous-yogic-kind hearted-curly haired friend! :D Besos, baby!

Moahaha
Today.... Fickle Fame decides to show Mahi some love.
Tomorrow.....World Domination!
*Cue theme song from 'Pinky and the Brain'*

Teehee!

Belated Diwali Wishes, A Warning and my MY VERY FIRST VIDEO POST!

2006-11-03T23:55:00.000+08:00

Okay this post should have actually been done ages ago but a rather unfortunate incident took place, which delayed its posting..anyway..things are back to normal and so you get to see this post!

This was taken at Roohi's place, about 2 weeks back I think, when Mink and I had gone to her place for Diwali.
I thought 'Hey! Let me do a Miz B. ..should be interesting enough' and out came the camera.

**It's come to my attention that some of you can't view the video, so I've tweaked my youtube settings a bit and hopefully if you can't view it on the blog, you should be able to see it on youtube!

Yes..I am indeed holding a star...for better lighting..you shouldn't be surprised really.
(And yes...I notice I say '..and umm' a lot. This is because I actually get a bit nervous when I'm filmed...go figure!)
Thank you Miz Bohemia for the inspiration!
(Alternatively, please send all hate mail to Miz Bohemia for the inspiration :D)

Speaking of lighting...a rather unfortunate tale is to be told of too much light.

Now as you all might know, Diwali is the festival of lights and most people believe in the custom of keeping a lamp lit for 3 nights during this festival period (or rather the festival period that just passed).

This is NOT a good idea.

A friend of mine had her house almost burnt down because a lamp fell over, which then proceeded to set her kitchen, prayer room and living room ablaze. I'm not talking about a little fire that could be put out with a bucket of water. I'm talking fire engines, hospitalization due to smoke inhalation and loss of property worth a lot of money.

Thank God no one was hurt.

It's none of my business telling people how to run their religious affairs but I'm going to anyway.
God is NOT going to get pissed off at you for not keeping a lamp lit for 3 nights. I know coz he told me. Okay kidding, but come one...let common sense prevail. The same goes for Christmas lights, birthday candles and anything else thats fire-related.

God helps those who help themselves. He also helps the smart ones.
So for pete's sake...don't leave stuff burning or otherwise lit up overnight.

What dreams may come..

2006-10-29T21:36:00.000+08:00

“How’re you?”

“I’m okay..”

”So lukewarm?! What happened, my darling?”

“Not much..well, you know sometimes how have a weird dream? And when you wake up, the only thing you remember is it being really weird, and then you spend all day trying to remember why it was so weird?”

“Yea..pretty much like all my dreams..and then something happens that reminds you? And you wish you never remembered?”

“Yes..it’s terribly frustrating. It’s a frustrating way to live, if you ask me. Frustrating, yet enlightening. I guess that’s why they say ‘Ignorance is Bliss’”

“It totally is. What was this dream then?”

“I can't completely recall it but I know it involved a few people and a rat dying and it made me cry a lot- in the dream, I mean. And when I woke up, I actually found my pillow drenched with tears.”

“Youch.”

“I don’t remember much, but I remember asking a man ‘How do you know the rat is dying?’ and the horrible man smiled and said ‘You’ll know only after it is dead.’ It struck me as a very mean thing to say.”

“Dreams should only be nice and happy.”

”They should, shouldn’t they? I mean we’ve got enough crap to deal with in the real world.”

“Tell me about it.”

A haunting line she read somewhere sprang to mind – ‘When you dream, sometimes you remember. When you wake, you always forget.’
She shook her head in confusion, as if that would help to rearrange all the pieces into something even vaguely comphrehensive.

Then she carried about her business.
And forgot.
Like she did- every other day.

Star Tag : The Next Tag-eration.

2006-10-24T00:44:00.000+08:00

You'd better find this interesting (or else...)

This one's from the lovely Mint ...and a whole lot of other people..what am I? The Tag-Queen?

Anyway!
This one's called '8 Things about Me' which should be a breeze for me (Yes..the narcissist that I am) especially after I've done THIS.
Okay let's get this party started!

1) I can't sleep if the chair in my bedroom is facing outwards. I'll squeeze my eyes shut, I'll TRY to count sheep (which by the way, makes the entire excercise redundant. It only makes you more alert) and I'll try thinking happy, sleepy thoughts...but to no avail. Finally after about an hour of tossing and turning I HAVE to get my ass up and turn the chair inwards.
*Shrugs* Stop looking at me like that.

2) As selfish and narcissistic as I am, I'll let you guys in on a little secret - I have and I will take bites from other dogs to prevent my yellow-bellied dog from being on the receiving end of them. One of many instances - His own Dad (um..biological doggy dad, not my dad) tried to take a chunk outta him. I picked Kelso up, turned to block the bite and his stupid dad ended up biting my hip. Painfully. Poms have very sharp teeth if you must know.
If he hadn't contributed to half of Kelso's genetic make-up I'd have been SOOOOOOOO mad.

3) I type like I talk. You'll probably see this soon. *Cue Mahi's super-secretive smile*

4) At one point in time I had memorised every.single.dialogue uttered in 'The Matrix'. Yep..that's how many times I've watched that glorious movie.

5) I just realised I wash my hands way too often than is normal. And I don't like wiping them on the same towel- I'm solely responsible for finishing up my family's stash of tissue paper. I go through tissue paper like my dad owns a damn tissue factory. Funnily enough this only happens in houses and never when I'm outside. I'm like a female Adrian Monk but in reverse.

6) I cried when they killed Lt. Tasha Yar in Star Trek: The Next Generation. I cried.

7) People who try really hard, really, really piss me off. And by 'try really hard' I don't mean in a 'decent, hardworking' sorta way..I mean in a 'suck-up, kiss-ass, I-like-to-think-I-am-oh-so-important' kinda way.
I love antagonizing such people. I'll go that extra mile to make life juuuuust a little bit more difficult for them. It gives me some kinda perverse pleasure. It makes me believe that I have righted a wrong.
I know I'm so full of it.
If you see me being nice to someone like that, you can be pretty damn sure I've been forced to do so due to circumstances beyond my control.

8) My most frequently used phrases these days are 'No worries!' (sometimes with the 'mate' added at the end), 'Babe', 'What the hell?', 'Uhh-huh. Rrrrright.', 'Take care'

Okay I'm not gonna tag anyone coz I think everyone I know has done this one..
Have a good one guys..

Okay, okay I gotta add this is - my friend sent me what she thought was a 'Star Trek' joke.
'What does the Starship Enterprise and toilet paper have in common?
They keep circling Uranus looking for Klingons!'

This is NOT a funny joke. Because of two things:
1) If you MUST know - Klingons come from the Planet Klingon.
2) The Enterprise has better places and deeper space to explore than Uranus. Uranus is child's play for them.

Shit. I'm like the Comic-Book Guy from The Simpsons.
I'm SUCH a geek.
Oh you love it. :D

The One where Mahi has Kids over to the house, and goes "HEY!!" a Lot.

2006-10-17T23:52:00.000+08:00

Okay, if you hate posts on Kids and me, then you'd better switch to another page coz this ain't gonna be pretty.
Ah who are you kidding. You love hearing about me being antagonized by kids.

Okay, so about a week back, my Mom invited this lady and her two sons over for lunch.
Her two kids were of the ages 9 and 4 (and to answer your burning question - No, I didn't hit on 'em. Wisass.)
So the older one - let's call him 'A', was a pretty nice kid. Soft-spoken, mellow, made intelligent conversation and was overall a gem of a kid.
The younger one- let's call him 'CRAZY', nah kidding, let's call him 'B', was a total hyperactive nutcase. You will soon see what I mean.

Of course the minute they arrived, my Mom, via a series of extremely complicated and nuanced 'looks' instructed me to shadow the two kids so that there didn't end up being any breakage, spillage or cry-age by the end of the afternoon.

B is a big fan of Kelso (or 'Canso' as he likes to call him) so the minute he arrived, he spent much of his time hounding Kelso. I followed him as he followed Kelso. We arrived at Kelso's water bowl.
"Make him drink water from there."
"He only drinks when he feels like drinking."
B then knelt down and I became horrified as I watched him lower his face to the water bowl.
"HEY!! What are you doing?!"
"Can I drink from Canso's bowl? I like pretending I'm a dog!"
"No!! You're not a dog! Up, UP!"
He pouted. I shook my head and my mom called everyone to the table for food.

We proceeded to eat..and I kept an eye on B. He took out one pasta shell, and proceeded to zig-zag it across the table. I watched him quietly...and then I glanced at his mom, hoping she'd nip his vandalism in the bud, but she was too busy talking to my mom.
I watched, horrified, as he used the pasta shell as a medium to create a very disgusting piece of tomato-paste artwork on the table.
"HEY. Don't do that....dear." (The mom chose to look NOW.)
He slyly grinned at me. I frowned at him.

"Mahi, help him wash his hands." Trilled out my mom.
I saw B running into the kitchen towards the sink. Now the sink already had a dish that had been emptied at the dinner table and was hence quite dirty. B squealed in delight and started splashing his hands about in the dish that had water and remanants of the food that was in it.
"HEY!! What on earth? Stop that! That water is dirty! Wash your hands properly under the tap!"
"No, no! I like washing my hands in dirty water!" *Splash, Splash*
I firmly (BUT GENTLY!) grabbed his wrists (in a sort of wrist lock, if you will) turned on the tap and washed them until they were all nice and clean. He ran off waving his wet hands about. I'd loved to have them dried too but hey, I'll take what I can get.

"Mahi, give the boys their ice cream." Sang out my Mom.
I opened the ice cream box, peered in and ....shit. My pig of a brother very generously left only half a cups worth of ice cream.
"Oh don't worry! B doesn't even like ice cream that much! Just give him a few teaspoons of it and give the rest to A." said his Mom.

B doesn't like ice cream? Uhhhhh-huh. He finished his share and started bawling his eyes out - "I want more ice cream!"
I panicked slightly (like I always do when someone starts crying) and said "But B, darling, there's no more left, would you like some chocolate instead?"
He thought about my offer for 2 seconds, turned to look at A (who was just only starting to tuck into his ice cream), brightened up and said "No, no it's ok! I'll just take A's ice cream!" and as simple as that- he took A's cup of ice cream and happily started digging in.

I stared open mouthed at B and then at A and then at B again.
Dear, sweet A just smiled sadly and said "It's okay...." and shrugged as if to say 'What can ya do, eh?'
My heart just melted.
He reminded me of me when I was his age. Like B, my brother would constantly take my stuff too, except the only difference is instead of letting him get away with it I'd punch him and take it back. 'Kay so we're not THAT alike, but still, I felt for him y'know?

B gave me a victorious chocolate-ice cream-y smile. I frowned at him and turned to A and asked "Hey would you like chocolate instead? I have LOADS. I have this and this and this type.."
"Sure! Can I have 2 of this type? " He broke into a happy grin and seeing that, so did I.
"You can even have 3 if you want."
"I want chocolate too" announced B.
"Too bad. You took your brothers ice cream so no chocolate for you." Just call me Sherriff Mahima. Heh heh.

So A was happily tucking into his chocolate and talking to me about his favourite breeds of dogs when I suddenly spied chocolate ice cream-covered B trying to entice Kelso into licking the chocolate off his hands, and Kelso being the greedy bastard that he is, was only too happy to oblige.

I FREAKED.
In case you guys didn't know - Chocolate is like poison to dogs.

"HEY! Wash your hands!!"
"No, no it's okay, I'll just wipe my hands on my shirt!"
"The hell you will."
I marched him to the bathroom.
"BUT I DON'T WANT TO WASH MY HANDS."
I put on my low, sinister voice - "Do you want Canso to die?"
He paused (HE PAUSED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and said "Hmm..no..."
"Good. Neither do I. Now wash your hands because if a doggie eats chocolate, he will die." (Well he may not DIE but he'll be violently ill and I just don't want to take that chance)
Phew.

So I sat with A to have a conversation. We talked about our favourite breeds of dogs when suddenly we were rudely interrupted by - "I LIKE DOGS AND PUPPIES AND CATS AND KITT-UNS AND HUMANS AND BABIES."
And B carried on chasing Kelso, who would occaisonally seek safety in my arms but not without giving me a "Thanks-a-LOT-Mahi-Thanks-for-the-HELP" look first.

I sat on the sofa opposite B and his mom (who was, once again, really busy with talking to my mom, who in turn was once again very busy listening) and much to my horror he turned around, grabbed our delicate lace curtains and started cocooning himself in them. I gaped at him..and then slowly looked up. I saw a couple of curtain hooks giving way.
"HEY!! S-s-top...don't do that!"
My mom looked at me and followed my horrified gaze upwards.
She got up, unwrapped B and said to him sternly "Don't.do.that." while his Mom just gazed on adoringly at her little monster. He just gulped and looked down. My mom can be intimidating sometimes.
Go Mom!

Alas, the day was getting late and they decided to go back home.
Outside I took A to the side and imparted some first born-to-first born advice-
"Hey A..don't let B bully you okay?"
"I don't...but I love him...I like to watch out for him...." said A. This is kid is adorable.
"I know you love him, but fair is fair..don't give in to him all the time." and I gave him a hug. Fine, okay I gave B a hug too...but it was a very half-arsed hug coz the kid was filthy.

This event made me realise a few things -
1) I have a soft spot for the underdog.
2) Kids are dis-gus-ting sometimes
3) As hard as I try I'm not one of those people who can turn a blind eye to yuckiness.
4) Running after kids is tiring. I came down with a cold that evening.

Kudos to you mothers out there!

What? Racist? Me? Nawww

2006-10-13T22:46:00.000+08:00

People sometimes are really daft, here's an example-
The following is a conversation between Prema (who by the way can be blamed for my black and white photos) and I. Have a conversation with her and hilarity inevitably ensues! Over here she's at work and her colleague is the topic of discussion.

Prema- My colleague's feet stinks and she's the only Tamil girl I know who thinks fasting for Thaipusam means eating chocolate bread...cos its not real food.

Mahima- HAHA

Prema- And she was like "Oh if I am at home I can fast but I'm working so I cant." So I was thinking 'then how does the Muslim population do it?'
Ok ok, i must tell u this! Hahah the other day she feels it necessary to inform me that she is racist, so she says "Oh I don't like Chinese cos they look down on Indians." So I said "Oh ok." Then I went onto say how Indians themselves are hypocrites cos different communities within Indians look down on each other too.

Mahima- Yea! then??

Prema - She didnt understand I think..cos maybe 'hypocrites' is too big for her.
So I asked her "Why?"- she said "dunno".
I asked "Has any Chinese person done any harm to u?"- she said "no".
I said "Do u know any Chinese people personally?"- she said "no".
Then I was like ok..and then I preached about how she cannot call herself a Hindu if she's going to be racist...and then she delievers the PUNCH LINE- we were walking back and she was like
"Oh I fell down yesterday at Bugis..it was really bad..twisted my ankle..and this Chinese lady helped me up"

Mahima- good lord.

Prema- I was like "....." *sound of wind blowing, leaves rustling* and she said this following her racist comments.. and she wasn't regretful or anything! Dramatic irony man!

Mahima - no kidding!

Prema- And she tells me, when we were eating kebabs, she can't eat too much lettuce cos she might FAINT.

Mahima- I ACTUALLY just laughed out loud! What the fucccccccccck?

Prema - She says "No la Prema, I really cannot do it."
***

Can you believe this girl?? Maybe the lettuce gives her too much gas and hence the fainting spells.
*Shakes head*

Another example, this time involving me and a classmate during lecture-

Classmate - Eh, you're Indian right?

Mahima - Yep

Classmate- *giggles* Okay lah you're not like VERY Indian so I tell you this ah... Eh, you know..sometimes Indians are really smelly!

Mahima - *Lo-o-n-g silence*.... Oh really? Are we? [At this point I feel I must point out two thing- 1) What the hell is 'VERY Indian' and 2) she wasn't making some snide remark at me, coz I make sure I never smell, at least not when I'm outside.]

Classmate - Ya lor! Wah, why ah?

Mahima - Honey, your people smell too. Everyone smells. I'm pretty sure all people have stunk at one point in their lives. [At THIS point I'm biting my tongue VERY HARD to refrain myself from telling her that she's stinking RIGHT.NOW. but hey- who's keeping track, right?]

Classmate - *At this point she starts to realise that MAYBE she might have said the wrong thing to the wrong person* Oh ya ya of course..I mean I just came across a few people here and there..you know..

Mahima - Ahuh. *Tunes out*
***

Oh boy. You get ALL sorts, eh?

What have I become, my sweetest friend?*

2006-10-07T20:56:00.000+08:00

Reading through this at Faraz's blog, made me recall something that I had wanted to blog about a while back.

When I was in Melbourne in June-July, Arpeeta and I had to go visit Minku, who was staying at an apartment. Now while I depended on Arpeeta for directions a lot of the time, I (and her) were a bit nervous this time around because this route was a previously untravelled one.

We got onto the tram, got off at what we thought was the right stop and proceeded to walk towards what we thought was Minku's apartment.
We must've walked for about 30 minutes until we started to get that sickening feeling- you know the one that starts to creep upon you when you realise the path you've been walking on is like an escalator - in reverse. We weren't getting anywhere. The apartment shouldn't have been more than 5 minutes from the tram stop.

We spotted a tiny elderly lady walking towards us. She was carrying 4 bags of heavy groceries in each hand and looked quite tired as she walked quickly in the cold. Arpeeta walked upto her and said "Excuse me..could you tell me where Number 123 XYZ Apartments are?"
She looked around, thought for a bit and said "I'm not too sure but I think you're probably going in the right direction..the numbers seem to be heading towards your apartment!"
"Thank you so much!"
"Welcome, dear!"

We went our seperate ways, our footsteps quickening with excitement that comes with the surety.
Or so we thought.
We must've walked for another 20 minutes..and no sign of our apartment.
"I think we should walk back..."
Tired sighs all around.

We made the 20 minute walk back and to our surprise we saw the old Lady in the distace - walking towards us, hands still full of grocery bags! She hurried up to us and said -
"I realised while I was walking that I think I gave you the wrong direction!"
I gasped "You walked back to tell us!?"
"Yes, dear I know how scary it can be in a new country and being lost..I couldn't let you girls carry on walking like that!"
"That's so incredibly nice of you! Thank you so much!"
Arpeeta and I must've thanked her a million times over. She told us she still didn't know the right way but she couldn't let us continue down the wrong road.

I was stunned. Completely blown away. To actually be in the presence of someone who would take the effort to brave fatigue, distance AND cold just to come back to tell two complete strangers that she sent them the wrong way...it was..a privilege.
I'll be honest- I would have never done it. At least I don't think I would have. I wouldnt have walked those 20 minutes back.

I compared this small, kind act with the act committed by a man just a few days before - He was completely drunk and walked up to me and Arpeeta and told 'us fucking Indians' to 'go back home'.
Both were Australian, both were worlds apart in the way they thought and both would be remembered by two Indian girls continents away for entirely different reasons.

What about the death camps at Auschwitz? I watched Oprah and her guest Elie Wiesel who wrote the book 'Night' and it bought tears to my eyes. How could someone slaughter their fellow men like that? The victims were told they were going for showers...and by the time they found out the shower chambers were actually gas chambers - it was too late. Their homes, their families, their names and finally their souls were taken- systematically and ruthlessly.

It's amazing how people show themselves to be and what they truly show themselves to be once that thin veneer of civility and inhibition is pulled away and power is placed in their hands.

But how about something closer to home? What about someone you've known for 7 years? I had a supposed good friend tell her superiors at the job we worked at to "..watch out for that girl because she's trouble."
Now I can see the warped thinking behind a white guy wanting minorities out of his land - it's obvious. How warped is the logic behind a friend completely screwing you over, for no rhyme or reason? Don't ask. In fact, I wouldn't want to know. It makes me sick.

Want to know how tiny a kind gesture has to be to be remembered? Something as small as an old lady tapping me on the shoulder and asking if she can brush away the red ant that merrily making its way up my back. Something as small as giving up your seat for an old lady/old man/pregnant woman on the bus.
That small.

The point is - just when you're dead sure you've figured out the human race to be the scum that they're known for being, you get someone like the kind, old lady who does something to reaffirm your faith in people.
The world we're in is filled with people who just aren't ready to give someone a break. Do we need to add to it? We're all out for our pound of flesh and payback. We're all out to make a point - that we want what we want, that we DESERVE what we want, that it's our birthright. We try to convince ourselves that we're more in need of that bus seat than the pregnant lady in front of us.
Yes, I've seen grown men refusing to get their asses off a seat, even when a visibly pregnant woman or a fragile old man is standing right next to them. I hope you feel even more a man when you see me getting up for them.

It's bullshit. What have you done to deserve it? Unless you're in the whole 'creating-and-nuturing-a-life' business, you don't.
I don't know about you guys, but I believe in Karma.

Be someone's proverbial 'old lady' and see what you reap later on.
Trust me.

Oh and the next time you think bout back stabbing someone, think of the mouthful Karma will grab when it comes back to bite you in the ass.

Have a good and fruitful day everyone. Pass it on.

*Title from Johnny Cash's 'Hurt'

The many faces of Mahi and then some..

2006-10-04T22:36:00.000+08:00

Aaaalritey people it's been a slow week. Between having naughty dreams, lusting after my lecturer (having naughty lusty dreams about my lecturer?), getting pooped out by my screwed up-built-on-a-hill uni and slipping and falling, nothing else has really been happening..
Sooo..this means- PHOTOS!

Note- These pics span a long period of time and are chronologically ordered..there's a kiddy one and there are ones from about 2 years back till now. Everything else in between is termed what I now call 'The Ugly Years'..so don't expect to see those pictures anytime soon.

This is about the time when the ugly years began (as you can tell). In case you were wondering- Yes. That is me in the blue tee shirt and yep that's my brother (who incidentally was ADORABLE)
Shit. I was an ugly kid. Gangly legs, awful AWFUL haircut, non-protuding bunny teeth and all.

Thank GOD thing have changed since then. My brother can't smile normally at a camera (think 'Chandler' from 'Friends') anymore, he's too tall for me to pulverize and my bunny teeth are now considered oddly charming. According to who? According to ME, biatch.
Oh stuff it.
(Btw this pic was taken just before we left for a friend's wedding. We really don't dress like this everyday. Honest.)

Hi Eliiiise! *waves* This is Elise and I in 2004 when we were auditioning for the first season of 'Singapore Idol' (don't ask me why it's not 'SingaporEAN Idol').
Anyway if you're thinking "Hmm..Mahima doesn't seem her usual sparkly self" then you're pereception is spot on. Not only did we camp overnight (and NOT get any sleep) and go without food for 16 hours, but we got caught in a fucking rainstorm. Can you believe that? Talk about bad omens. So yea..in this pic I'm just about drying off, stinky, sleep-deprived and hungry. Oh and I didn't make it through the auditions.
*Mahi flips a bird at the producers*

This is me on my 21st birthday, advertising a can of 'lemon tea'. Don't ask.
Yes the t shirt does read 'Roar' and before the fashion-nazi of you shoot me down, lemme clarify - I got it FREE when I went to watch a Singapore football match (Singapore lost. Does it matter to whom?)

Prema took a lovely set of black and whites and Kelso was around, so I thought 'Hey why not?' I'm actually telling him to look at the camera- "Kelso! Look! Look you stupid dog, look!" And he STILL didn't look straight at it. Aren't his ickle paws just about the CUTEST you've ever seen??
Also, I hope you now believe me when I whine about my bent nose.

Now I'm not to repeat pictures but I can't help myself :D Ladies..you get what I'm saying, aye? Hee hee hee.

This was taken when Dev came down to visit. This is at Equinox which is on the 70th (or is it 77th) floor. Whatever it is..it's waaaaay up there. They serve fabulous Singapore Slings too! Yes I know we're such tourists, Arpeeta and I, complete with cameras and plastic bags around!

L-R: Roohi, Me, Kunal (Arpeeta's brother) and Sashi *waves*. This was at Sashi's birthday party (Fab party btw) and that's me holding a strawberry margharita that I emotionally blackmailed Kunal into buying for me. Don't ask me for tips.
For some odd reason that night, people kept walking into me..and I don't even mean it in a pervy way! So I turned to Kunal and said "What's wrong with everyone, suddenly? Every other person is bumping into me..am I that invisible?" To which the normally innocent and decent Kunal answered "It's coz you're bumpable."
Jaw drop-->raised eyebrow-->stunned silence-->grin followed by "Ooh Naughty Kunal!"

Mum LOVES this picture. Why? Let's just say it is used during 'transactions that are matrimonial in nature' . *Shrugs* As long as I look decent in it. Although now that I look at it..my head seems huge. Ah crap.

That's me in Melbourne, just a few months back, drinking a 'Japanese Slipper'. It's blissfully deeee-lishus and goes down smoothly. Not at all as stinky as the name suggests.

View from the airplane on my way back to Singapore after the Melbourne trip. The view was mindblowing..like skimming over a very fluffy woollen blanket that went on for miles and miles.
Fucking wing seat.

How can you NOT love a face like that? This is Kelso after a trim..looking all suave and spiffy.

The Lovely Parents. Once again this pic was taken during a wedding (not theirs). We've got this photo and another one of them - black and white, taken exactly 23 years back, the two of them in a park, facing each other but squinting coz it was so sunny.
My dad wistfully looks at the two pics that are now side-by-side and sighs 'Hair today...gone tomorrow'. :D

This is a piece I did a few weeks back..it's called 'More'. Medium used - pencil on white paper.To find out more, go here

Well I'm off to bed, coz I'm plum tuckered out. Hope you enjoyed the pictures!

Take care all and have a great week ahead.

The Great Pretender = Me

2006-09-29T22:56:00.000+08:00

Yup that's what my Dad says alot of the time
"You are the Great Pretender."

Well, he's right.
Y'know I've always said - It's not what you say, it's how you say it.
(Or in my case, pretending to be really smart and fervently praying that no one asks me any more questions)

Case No.1

I was watching one of my favourite channels - Discovery Travel and Living, and they were showing everything you needed to know about Seattle.
Dad comes along and says "Seattle, eh? You know when I was your age I memorized all the 51 states in America AND their capitals. I knew everything about every state."
So I pulled my eyes away from the TV, smirked and said "Geek."
"Geek? You young people can't be bothered to learn anything at all. Compared with how much I knew at your age, you know zilch."
"Oh yea? Well Mr. America, then tell me what state Seattle is in?"
.....
Silence
...
"Pfft. I'm 55 years old...er..the brain gets rusty y'know..I memorized all this ages ago..."
"Uhh-huh. Come on Dad. Just admit you don't know. It's okay. You're still the Man of the House." (I think at this point I may have also grunted for effect..but I can't really remember. Anyhoo..)
"As if you know what state it's in."
"Washington."
"Oh."
"It's cool Dad. I'm sure you'd have known allll about some other state..it happens to the best of us."
He walked away, muttering "Wiseass."

Of course he didn't have to know that just before he showed up, they flashed the map of Washington with Seattle in it...somewhere in there.

*Smirk*

Case No.2

"Oyyyye. I need help with my personal statement!" whined my dear brother, RUDELY interrupting my 'Prison Break' viewing.

[Slight Digression : Ladies..and a few Gentlemen, please do yourselves a favour a watch Prison Break. Not only is it really quite a rivetting show that focuses on the quiet desperation of blahblahblah.. it's got this GUY- Wentworth Miller as the main protagonist. What an interesting face, does he not have? The symmetry..the odd proportions that make that face so very fascinating to look at...oh screw that-

Oh.My.God. Wentworth Miller, where have you been all my LIFE?
Be still my beating heart.. Be still.
Yes, I've read those horrible, untrue, bad, bad rumors about him being gay and all and it's NOT TRUE and SHUTUP.

End of Digression]

*Cough* Carrying On-

"Yes, yes I'll help you with the personal statement, but really, you need to get your points down. It needs to come from within. You're 18. I can't be sitting next to you dictating each and every sentence!" And I hurriedly put the earphones back on, eager to get back to ~~my Wentworth Viewing~~ see what happens next on Prison Break.
"But I need you to guide me through it!"
Sighing, I took the earphone off and said solmemnly "I can only help those, who help themselves."
Dad - "Shut UP."
Me- "Haw. Rude."
Dad- "Help your brother."
Brother - *Smirk*
Me- *Mumbles* Wait for meeee Wentworth..

Case No. 3

-Ring, ring-
Me: sdfefherhfgggbxjkfnv
Mom: Mahima? You'd better be awake. It's 11.30am already.
Me: Uhh..Pfft Mom! Of course I'm up. I woke up uh...almost 2 hours back! Really, Mom. You have to learn to start trusting me.
Mom: Okay. So if you've been up all this while I'm sure you cleaned your room as I told you to just before I left..anyway I'm on my way up already.
Me: Shit.
Mom: What?
Me: Nothing. Bye!

Don't think Supergirl exists? I AM her. Who else can get a room cleaned in one minute flat. Okay it wasn't THAT clean but the point is- I rock.

Remember - It's not what you say, it's how you say it. This works extremely well for another reason - There's a sucker born every minute. :D

PS- All you self-righteous asses going 'Liar liar pants on fire.' Let me tell you I am not a liar I just....embellish the truth. Ha!
PPS- This post took like 3 hours to type because I got so distracted by all the gorgeous Wentworth pictures out there that. Gimme a break. We're all allowed hardcore celeb crushes.
Oh go away.

Oh how the mighty fall.

2006-09-24T00:44:00.000+08:00

If you think the title of this post has something to do with an actual falling occurence, then you would be quite right.
The 'Mighty' being - Me.
The falling bit being accomplished by me too.

Once again...I blame karma (and the wet floor...and *cough* my shoes)
So the lift (okay, fine, 'elevator' pfft. ) stopped at my floor and 4 indian guys got out, absentmindedly thinking it was the first floor.
And since cheap thrills are what I live for, I smirked, thinking 'Idiots.'
(See how I like tempting Karma so much?)

We got off at the first floor..I walked ahead.

Now let's do some math:
I walk fast+ wet floor+ heels = a sure-fire recipe which results in me falling.

So yeah...to cut a long, embarassing story short- I slipped..like how people slip on banana peels? Yep. Like that.

I didn't even want to turn back to see their expressions, I just got back up, readjusted my earphones, dusted myself off and walked on.
And no, I wasn't wearing a skirt. I had jeans on.
Pervs.

*Sniff* We majestic, mighty types don't do that whole 'having-people-laugh-at-us' thing very well.
So anyway..now my lovely right leg is scarred by cuts on the ankle and knee.
But I shall wear my injuries proudly, like the fighter that I am.
(Plus I can't have jeans chafing against my knee COZ IT HURTS!!*watery sniff*)

Damn you, Karma.
DAMN YOU!

***

In other news my family and I went to watch a movie a while back and you know how I ALWAYS end up with stinky people near me??
Well this time the dude in front of my mom and I stank sky high. It was quite terrible and my Mom, being the wonderfully subtle woman that she is, went "Oh my Goddddd, Mahi, he STINKS"
I felt pretty bad for the poor guy, so the first few times she helpfully pointed the fact out, I would say "Mom. Please. Not so loud!"

And then I started getting pissed off.
I found myself wishing that this movie-watching experience would hurry up and end just so I wasn't this close to being choked with the horrid stench. There's only so long I can keep sniffing my perfumed wrist, you know.
So yes, I stopped correcting/shushing my Mom.

There HAS to be some law against body odour. There HAS TO BE!

Come ON, people.
If lazy bums like me can make the effort to shower, deoderize and perfume-ate, then why the hell can't you!?!

So..how was your weekend?

Nobody knows..the troubles I've seen!

2006-09-19T18:56:00.000+08:00

Hai.
I'm probably gonna burn a bridge here but who cares.

When you stay over at MY place, please, for the Love of God-

1) DO NOT wake ME up in the middle of the night asking for water. Because you will get this reply back: "You know where the tap is. Get it yourself." Come ON. What are you? Stupid or lazy? No one's ever chirpy when they've just been rudely awakened.

2) DO NOT make MY dear, sweet Mother heat and reheat your food/tea/coffee JUST BECAUSE you eat at the pace of a bloody snail. We are not your maids. We do not have maids. We do our own thing here. My mother reheated your food with a smile, because she's a doll. I'll do it too but that frown and the silence wasn't accidental.

3) DO NOT keep quiet like a numbskull when the bill comes. DO offer to pay for your food sometimes. Make the effort. It is much appreciated by someone who doesn't actually earn money and has to waste HER allowance on your half-eaten, expensive food. Which brings me to my next point-

4) DO FINISH YOUR FOOD. ITS EXPENSIVE. THERE ARE MILLIONS STARVING. DO NOT JUST EAT 7 STRANDS OF SPAGHETTI!!!!FINISH IT!!!!!FUCKING FINISH IT!!!!!!! *Mahi pops a vein*

5) DO NOT spend 45 minutes trying on two tops that are exactly of the same design but are of a different colour. You see a top, you like the navy blue one, then take it! Don't kill my brain by trying the navy blue one and the moss green one 6 times over. Please. It gives me murderous thoughts. Murderous thoughts that involve you, your death- by strangulation- with the moss green top (Because moss green DOES suit you. Idiot.)

6) DO grow up. Do not lust over someone for 8 years. What are you? 13? DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT.

7) DO NOT...I REPEAT- DO NOT insult my friends in front of me. Good, sweet Lord. Don't make me slap you.

8) DO NOT looked shocked when I ask you to pay for your own movie ticket. Money doesn't grow on the tree in my balcony. Gotit?

9) DO get your ass up and LEAVE if 9 out of 10 people want to go somewhere else. Do not be a bloody spoilt brat and insist on staying on. Have you no manners at ALL?

I had a guest over.
As you can tell- It was fun.

..And when the last One falls, when it's all said and done..

2006-09-11T22:38:00.000+08:00

Something's been nagging at me the whole day and I only realised what it was just as I was about to go to bed..

It's September 11th.

Be honest- How many of us actually remembered? Why are the memorials shown less and less as the years go by?
For the media and for us as people, I guess 5 years is enough to make any event old news, huh?

It's sad I know..there have been so many more disasters that ought to be remembered - the Gujarat Earthquake, the Bali Bombings..just to name a few, but still 9/11 chills me to my very core.
I am racked with guilt because I can't even remember the date of those other occurences.

God knows how many more Innocents will have to die in the name of pride and obstinacy.

My point of view. I'm not going to apologize or anything.
So there you go.

Innocents/ Innocence - Rest in peace.

School Stories- Part 1- Bollywood Queen Roohi.

2006-09-01T19:12:00.000+08:00

So the year was 2000, and everyone had gotten reshuffled into different classes for Secondary 3 (that's the 9th grade).
So on the first day of school, I walked into class, straightened my *Ahem* Prefect's tie and took in some new and some old faces, some faces I couldn't stand and some faces that I was thankful to see.

I saw Roohi.

Roohi was (is) about half my height (HAHA sorry babe you know I can't resist!!!), with flashing dark brown eyes framed with ultra long lashes that would always get smushed behind her glasses, high cheekbones, an amazing hourglass figure and lovely wavy-curly hair, a strand of which she would CONSTANTLY twirl with her finger. God. It was SO annoying.
Nevermind that 2 months later, you just had to look up from your book to see 39 girls absentmindedly twirling their hair too.
Not me though.
*small voice*My hair was too short for that.

She had a REALLY strong Indian accent, but with just a splash of that Singlish thrown in.
'Lavender' became 'Luh-vhen-der', 'Comfortable' became 'Comfort-table' and 'Love' became 'Luuuhve'.
Of course, me being me, I mercilessly teased her about it.
I know. I'm such a snob. (Oh we made fun about her Mom's ultra strong Punjabi accent too- in front of her.)

:D All love Roohi, all love!

Anyway she looked every bit the quintessential Bollywood starlet.

Okay, fair enough. I had seen her around..she was a friend of my best friend Sagarika. Nice enough girl.
We decided to sit together.

Now Mahi at the age of *counts* 16 was a bit of jerk. Quick to pounce on the easily emo-senti (that's emotional-sentimental), she found an easy, convenient target in Roohi. Sure she adored her, but hell..it was just so easy!

One afternoon in class, I was busy at work on my essay and from the corner I could see Roohi picking up her pen to write something, only to put it back down. She did this over and over again.
I ignored it.
The she started twisting her fingers in what seemed to be mind boggling urgency. She would look at me, open her mouth to speak, bite her lip and then turn away. She did this over and over again.

With a deep breath I finally put my pen down calmly, turned to her and said "What. What, Roohi, WHAT."
"Mahi...*twisting of fingers*...Where is this relationship going?!?!"
.
.
.
I just stared at her like she had gone nuts.
She worriedly blinked at me.

And then I felt The Laugh.
The Laugh that starts in your belly, causes your nostrils to flutter, gurgles up to your throat, struggles to get out but your pursing lips don't allow it too.
It finally erupted and I saw Roohi's 'hurt-look' (again).

Oh it turns out that Roohi simply thought I was being too cold and unfeeling towards her..or something cockamamey story like that.

She got hurt of course, started tearing up- which I laughed even harder at.
Then her eyebrows would form Nike ticks and she'd blast me for laughing and then when I still wouldnt stop, she'd wring her hands and scream "What is your problem?!!"

My daily routine at school would be to find some way or another to piss her off.
She was (is) positively anal about keeping her books scratch-free, dog eared-free, mark-free, everything-free.
So naturally, I just had to take her Bio textbook, or any book of hers within my vicinity, and say slowly "Oh Rooooooohiii" and in front of her horrified eyes, I would slowly start folding a page in half.
"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"
Of course this, like other fights, would end with Roohi tearing up, fluttering her hands in front of her teary eyes and me apologizing and trying in vain to straighten the page out. "See??See Roohi, it's straight! Uhh..Just ignore that little mark on the page..it's almost INVISIBLE!"

We'd fight like cats and dogs everyday- I admit, I almost always started it coz I loved antagonizing her.
Sidra (coming up soon) who used to sit behind us would wearily roll her eyes and scream "Can you guys stop being COMPLETE IDIOTS FOR ONE DAY?" .
Roohi and I would stop, look behind at her, say in unison "But she started it!!", turn back in front and carry on fighting/screaming/pulling hair/vandalising each other's stuff.
Sidra would tiredly get up, pack her books and go to the back to sit with Arpeeta and Ju (coming up too).

At every break, we'd assign Duties (Arpu was in charge of this). Roohi used to be in charge of getting the garlic bread but she'd take ages.Finally she exploded in exasperation one day and angrily stated that she absolutely WOULD NOT get the garlic bread for us anymore.
Why?
"Coz I'M TOO SHORT AND EVERYONE PUSHES ME ASIDE AND MANAGES TO GET THEIR ORDER IN BEFORE ME!!'

That was Roohi- A child at heart, emotional, loving, easily angered but easily placated, a neat freak, conscious about her height (it's part of the charm baby!) and the butt of my jokes.

Ahhh thank God somethings never change :D

Roohi is one of my dearest friends. We've been through so much and I know I don't say this emo-senti shit enough but- I love you Roohi! You've been there for me so many times that I've lost count. I still have those silly notes we would write to each other in class and I still remember how a teacher once told you she loved reading your curlicue handwriting..as yes as much as I snorted about how annoying it was to read, I loved it too.

Now stop complaining about how I never blog about you because I don't care about you!!!
See! I care!

-Mahi cackles and walks away, folding Roohi's papers in half-
Heh heh heh.

Update : I just called Roohi to tell her to check this blog.
Roohi - Did you write about me??
Me- Maybe..maybe not
Roohi - You slut, you'd better have written about me. You never ever write about me!!!!!
Me- hahahaahahaha

Necessity is the Mother of all.....Creation?

2006-08-26T23:53:00.000+08:00

Necessity

Necessity is a whimsical piece about what I think the creator and creation would have looked like.

One exists only because the Other does. The Creator may have created all of this, not because It had some Grand Plan up it's nonexistent sleeve, but maybe to satisfy it's vanity? Maybe it didn't know where this was going and like us it's discovering that chaos aside, there is a certain path things take.

Maybe It is just like us - taking things as they come along.

PS- For all you astronomy fans, I've thrown in a couple of constellations too..

Medium : Acrylic Paints, pencil, charcoal and photoshop to smoothen out the wrinkles caused by my stupid ancient scanner.

My latest piece...finally something with colour.

Damn it's been too long.
I've missed creating.

A family came over today for dinner and asked to see my pieces. I took out about 4-5 of my favourites and I told them what they were about and as I did, I started to recollect the state I was in when I did them.

I realised the ones that were the best- in terms of composition, colour, skill, thought (in my humble eyes) were the ones that had been created when I was angry. The anger isn't the root and the story behind all the drawings..it is merely a medium that allows everything else to flow.

Apparently inspiration strikes when I'm mad.

Which would explain why I haven't done much art in the recent years. I think I was so happy to leave my art teacher behind that I didn't realise I had left inspiration behind too.

Mr D...it dawned upon me that I may actually miss you, for no one got me angrier than you did. You forced me to think harder, draw harder and work harder because of your sheer hostility, which we both know, did not arise from some misguided attempt to bring out my hidden potential- it arose because you were a downright bitchy person.

But still, for what it's worth.....

Thank you.

While you wonder how's this gonna End, I only wanted to Begin.

2006-08-21T22:51:00.000+08:00

"Ah Well. Can't say I didn't see this coming."
She smiled a smile to herself.
A smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. Nowhere near, in fact.

You'd think you'd get used to it by now.
No matter how many times it happened, you'd think being human and learning from mistakes would help you feel it less. But maybe she was being more human than she'd ever been- to realise that it would hurt just as badly as the first time, even more so, but never any less.
Scar tissue was a myth.

Sometimes it ended up like a messy trainwreck.
And sometimes it was silent and still as a hot summer day.
But you always saw it coming.
Always.

'How long do I have to stand,
With my head stuck under the sand?'
Chris Martin wailed despondently..

"At this rate..as long as it takes.."
Having made a small, silent, private resolve, She smiled a smile to herself.

One that didn't quite reach her eyes.

Work In Progress

2006-08-19T10:24:00.000+08:00

It's a Saturday morning.
So Uni started last Monday. That would probably explain why I haven't updated in a while..not because there's any lack of material but because I'm too damn TIRED.
For someone who's being waking up at 12pm everyday since the past 3 months, suddenly having to wake up at 8 am (or sometimes 6am *gasp*) takes a lot.
Damn you, Sleep Debt!
*shakes a fist*

Ah well.

Uni's been good so far!
The fresh meat looks appetising heh heh. 'Twas good meeting old friends again, making some new ones and seeing old ex-friends.
So far I've learnt bits about the Universe, how people can be actually very nice, the stupidity of Singaporeans and how people just cannot act their age.

The new lecturer is dreamy. I was so fascinated by his nose. It was the straightest damn nose I've ever laid my eyes on. I found myself fantasising about how I'd spend hours..lovingly drawing his nose.

Yes, I'm weird. Deal.

Speaking of deal, I had a commentor who wasn't too happy with my post on why-i-hate-kids.
I was told too 'grow up' and that I was far too opinionated despite knowing didley about kids and motherhood.

Hmm, first of all here's a big 'Fuck you' to you.
It's my blog.
I'll post whatever the hell I want to and I'll be opinionated about whatever I want. And you know what's the BEST bit? You can't do a damn thing about it.
You don't get to tell someone what they should or should not blog about because that defeats the purppose of someone starting a blog.
Maybe I missed the memo on 'What-needs-to-go-on-a-blog'?
Gimme a break.

Secondly I never claimed to be the expert on motherhood so quit making stuff up in your head. So kindly think through your comments before you put them up.

I've been reading 'Shantaram' by Gregory David Roberts. It's an amazing book.
If I wasn't so anal about keeping my books clean, I'd have underlined hundreds of beautiful lines in it, just coz they're so intense. There was something about suffering in there..about how when we're kids, sufferring is when we don't get what we want. When we're adults, sufferring is having something taken away from you.
Read the book!
Can't wait to watch the movie version of it (I've heard it's starring Johnny Depp, and that's always a good thing.) Let's hope they don't butcher the book!

Well I'm off to continue reading!
Have a good weekend guys

We are Fa-muh-ly!

2006-08-10T17:21:00.001+08:00

I woke up this morning and realised something.
My Mom is sneaky. She's a smart one, that woman.

It would seem that she has realised that banging my door open, noisily switching off the air-conditioner and yanking open the curtains doesn't work as well as it used to, when it comes to waking me up.
So she's resorted to the most (supposedly) foolproof of tactics- Kelso.

She dumps him on my tiny single bed, he makes himself comfortable by my side (the mutt actually PUSHES me to make space for his Royal-hairy ass-Highness) and then licks me all over my face.
Of course one look from those chocolate eyes and all my murderous intentions evaporate.

Touché Mother. You may have won the battle, but you haven't won the war.
(Is that used the other way around?)

Anyway I digress!
The other day, my brother came home the other day grinning from ear to ear.
Of course my mother immediately got suspicious.

" Huh-huh-huh-huh (that's how my brother laughs) A bunch of guys from my class made a copy of the key for Pool Table Room in my college. The college locked up the room coz the exams are nearing; anyway we’ve been using the room everyday to play pool during our free periods.
Suddenly, today we got ambushed by the Vice Principal, the Discipline Master and the admin staff! (He went into great detail about the formation of the ambush team- V.P peered into the window and went ‘Ah-ha!’, D.M opened the door with great flourish, and the admin staff hung around trying to act important).
The V.P asked if they made more copies of the key. All of us shook our heads but every. single. guy had one key in his pocket. Huh-huh-huh-huh.
Then, Mr X, the D.M, took down our names and said to me ‘You, young man, are in a lot of trouble! Your name is going into my Pink Book.’
So I said ‘Wow. Your Pink Book huh?’ (My brother is the Prince of straight-faced jibes.)
Mr X said ‘Yes! And if you commit any further offences your name will go into my Black Cupboard.’
I said ‘Wah! The Black Cupboard!...hey Mr X..I have One Question.’
He thought I was gonna ask him if I could be let off or something, so he smiled and said ‘Yes?’

I said ‘Your Black Cupboard...does it have a key?’

Huh-huh-huh-huh.”

I swear my mom, my bro and I literally roared with laughter at that, of course Mom followed that up by a not-too-convincing lecture on how he shouldn’t do such things. Dad couldn’t stop chuckling when we told him about it later in the evening…phew!

The next day, the phone rang, my mom picked it up and asked who it was.
Turns out it was Mr X, calling to ~~screw over my brother~~ enquire if my mother knew her son had taken part in a conspiracy that could have ‘potentially compromised school security?’
(At this my mom mouthed to me ‘What an Ass.’)
“Yes Mr X, my son briefed me about the incident and let me tell you that I deeply apologize and regret what has happened, if I need to reimburse the school for the lock, do let me know, yes?”
“Yes Mrs R, I…”
“ *Giggle* You have a nice day now, Mr X! Take care and thank you for calling! *giggle* Goodbye!”
“Hehehe thank you Mrs R, you take care too!”
-click-

Woah.
Feminine wiles or WHAT!
She managed to flirt, make a point about how stupid he was AND end the discussion in 2 minutes flat! She didn’t even give that dude a chance to get a word in sideways.
My mom rocks!

Oh also, I made these AWESOME Banana-coconut-walnut-chocolate chip-muffins . Trust me when I say I wish all of you were here to smell them baking.
Now I hate tooting my own horn (oh yea right.) but they tasted DIVINE!

Okay okay so it's not the best of pictures (stupid Panasonic camera phone), but they were yummmmy.

And on that mouth-watering note, I'd like to wish Jups a very very VERY Happy Birthday!
I'll have a muffin on you're behalf dahhlink (and anyone else's behalf....and NO FAT JOKES. The blog is a strictly anti-weight-issues-blog.)
=D

I've got words that destroy, words that build..I've got words that go bump in the night..*

2006-08-04T23:40:00.000+08:00

*Title taken from Ben Lee's 'Get Gotten'.
His album 'Awake Is The New Sleep' is my album of the fortnight!

Of late I've been thinking of lines that I've heard or read or said...sometimes seemingly innocuous lines that just seem to stick in your head..'know what I mean? And if you do, then you'll also know that along with the content..it's the way they were said..

I'm gonna share some of the ones that have settled down and made my mind and heart their permanent home.
[Psst..some of them are of a personal nature..so don't worry if you don't get it...this post is more for me than it is for you =)
Also...some of these lines may be from some of you..I won't name names too much..and I hope you don't mind :D

'Your absence runs through me,
Like thread through a needle.
It is stitched in everything I do..'
[Read this in some obscure book of poems..I think I may have butchered it a bit but I like my version better :P]

'I wanna get you..so get gotten...'
-Ben Lee 'Get Gotten' [I love this song man. And this line- how simple is it? It's straight up and no frills! It's straight to the point, baby!]

'All I smell are strawberries when you're around..'
- :)

'You're the sort of woman a guy would want to make his wife, and then continue having affairs with his wife..just because you're you.'
-Paraphrased at the end :) but it made me laugh so hard!

'I'll keep in touch..I promise'
- *cough* bullfaeces, but still.

'You're the Great Pretender, Mahi'
-Thanks, Dad.

'I should've just taken the blue pill.'
-Matrix fans- you know what I mean with this one.

'... and what hurt the most
was the fact
that you never looked back...'
- I just came across Saltwater Blues and saw this..just beautiful.

'Okay so you don't feel the same way about me now.....but you will :)'
-Me..being supremely cocky..and supremely right. I know, I know. Don't worry it already came back to bite me in the ass.

'Marriage is the union between two forgivers'
-Told to me by a friend's mother..It makes me slightly wary and uncomfortable.

'Nooo don't corner me! Why are you forcing your number on meeeee?'
- LOL. (I get this a lot :P)

'I have seen days,
When you're smile goes on forever..'
-From Pete Murray's 'Smile'. I have seen smiles that seem to never end. And sometimes that's enough and it's all you can hope for.

There's more but I'm sleepy..and nostalgic and missing a lot of people.

G'nite all
:)
Have a fabulous weekend!

Reason #458 As To Why Mahi Hates Kids.

2006-08-01T15:45:00.000+08:00

They're a damn menace to society.

For a few days now my mom and I have been flummoxxed as to why the seemingly- healthy leaves of her potted plants keep dropping.

-Cue Gil Grissom- like dry quip "Let's make like a tree and leaf." -

Never.mind.

My very CSI-like investigations and autopsy concluded that the vics (that's 'victims' for the losers who don't watch CSI) were young and healthy and suffered from no bug or chemical attacks. Complex wind experiments- me flapping a book very hard to produce said wind, concluded that the winds were not strong enough to blow the leaves off their little branches.

(I'm on holidays. I've got nothing better to do. Shut up.)

So what gives?
I'll tell you what gives.
It was those damn KIDS.
My neighbour's 2 year old twin grandkids- one boy and one girl, to be precise.

Yesterday afternoon I took Kelso out of the house to play ball with the alleged perps (that's 'perpetrator' for you losers who don't watch CSI) who were outside screaming their little heads off for my dog to be their entertainment monkey.
Now while the girl was viciously slamming the ball down on my dog's head, the boy was casting sneaky looks at the plants. Noticing this, I took a few cautious steps towards the plants (my dog can handle himself...he's an expert at being chicken and running away).

The boy casually stumbled towards the plants.....and in front of me....started thumping them like they were damn bongo drums!

AHA! Damn perp!!!!!!

*Forced smile through clenched teeth*
"No darling, don't do that..you're hurting the plants"

The nanny apologetically pulled the little nutcase away, who then proceeded in joining his sister in manhandling my dog, who ran to me, looked at my door and with pleading eyes told me 'Can we GO ALREADY!?'

I went inside with Kelso, and before I shut the door I looked at the boy.

He looked at me.
Then looked at the plants.
And smiled.

Damn kids.

Crazy Girl Rants..about stuff. (there's a tag too)

2006-07-23T22:25:00.000+08:00

This is gonna be one of those posts that has a bit of everything..

---Begin Referral Rant---
I know a lot of bloggers have done this - checked referrals and seen really weird shit that leads readers to their site..and I'm no different :) Except that the number of readers is irrelevant to me..honest..I'm just so tickled by what pops up on referrals.

Anyway this is mostly what i got these past 2 days.. here goes:
mahima legs (why..thank you.)
made mahima dev appreciation day (Deeev....was this you? :P)
these are the days of our lives tv theme (who is THIS lame!? I want to SHOOT you for watching this show.)
indians are lazy (damn right.)
skybombers
mahima boobs (like I'd honestly ever put that up.)
man beaters (wtf? who's been watching me)
bursting bladder (oh-kaay..you need a urologist or something..I don't think I'm qualified for this stuff...)
hindus believe in hell (yes. i do. its called the Australian embassy..it's alternate site is the Indian embassy)
hot mahima (so sweet.)

Come out, come out, wherever you are...bloody freakshows.
:P
---End Referral Rant---

---Begin Period Rant---
I just remembered something, in Australia a male friend of mine asked about a girl's period and why we get cramps..now I'm no doctor but I did do biology (um..in 10th grade) and here's what I want to tell you clueless men and women out there-
1) It's not dirty blood. There is no such thing as 'dirty blood'. There's only 'oxygenated' and 'deoxygenated' blood. It's the uterus lining that's being shed. You know? The lining that the fertilized egg attaches itself to?
And here's a big FUCK YOU if you still go around exempting women (and yourself) from carrying out their daily business with the lame ass excuse of "No. You are dirty." (This does not apply to gym class :P)
2) Don't tell us to 'deal with it' when we complain about cramps. Not unless you want to get punched in the face. It's real, it's not just a state of mind.

No I'm not PMSing. Does EVERYTHING have to be attributed to PMS??! GO AWAY!
---End Period Rant---

---Begin Melbourne Rant---
I've been thinking about THE FUTURE.
(My future..not yours :P)

Maybe this is my post-holiday blues talking but I REALLY would like to settle down in Melbourne. Sure I know there are better places, and sure I know I probably haven't seen any better...but it's Melbourne for now.
I just went grocery shopping today and it totally pissed me off to see a handful of button mushrooms cost more than a Starbucks coffee. Mushrooms three times the quantity of this cost half the price in Melbourne. Ditto for Basil leaves.
(I made pesto..it rocked-
2-3 cups basil leaves, packed
3 cloves garlic
1/2 cup parmesan cheese
couple of tablespoons olive oil
about 80-100 grams pine nuts
Method - Blend it all together..couple of minutes on a pan with mushrooms if you want, serve with pasta anyway you want..knock yourself out!)
It's little things like that ya know?
The annoying cashier who doesn't smile back pissed me off too and bought back memories of witty conversations with waiters and waitresses in Melbourne. Sure they probably didn't give a rats ass if I liked my triple chocolate caramel cake or why I turned vegetarian, but at least they ASKED!
Okay the shopping here is cheaper, but so what.
And what is with the WEATHER. I could feel my organs jostling for more breathing room (oh you know what I mean), my hair getting poofier and my smoothie becoming an insipid, room temperaturey-watery drink in like 2 seconds.

Thank God at least cabs here are cheaper (FOR NOW)
---End Melbourne Rant---

---Begin Bored Rant---
I'm beginning to get that feeling again..(no not that lovin' feeling.)
You know..I just need to do SOMETHING but I don't know what. It's something artistic but there's a block that preventing me from seeing what it is I need to do. And I'm kinda lazy.
---End Bored Rant---

---Begin Music Rant---
Dev was nice enough to burn me a CD of mostly Aussie Music (I'm not sure if ALL these artists are Aussie tho). I'd like to spread the love and tell you guys which ones I love (and why)-

Pete Murray - Fly With You (very sexy. I LOVE this one..it's been on repeat)
Pete Murray - Opportunity (this one is very special and never fails to bring back memories of all of us singing this in the car to wherever, always. This was the song Dev played on the guitar and I sang, on that lovely night of Mafia playing, mad inspirational dancing and tarot card reading)
Eskimo Joe - Black Fingernails Red Wine (on the aussie radio ALL THE DAMN TIME.)
Eskimo Joe - London Bombs ( Heartbreaking.)
Ben Lee - Gamble Everything for Love ( Dev suggested I get over my issues when it came to affairs of the heart and put this song on..I think it might have helped :) )
Gnarls Barkley - Crazy (this one played when um...I got over my issues :P)
---End Music Rant---

And now for my tag from (which will be kinda short coz this entry has been kinda longish) the lovely Cee Kay, the now *cough* defunct 4WD and my chalu sistah Megha-

I am thinking about..
This annoying upper back pain I'm experiencing..I feel like someone out there has a Mahi voodoo doll and twists it viciously at least 3 times a day.

I said…
Some pretty bold things in Melbourne...sober! =D
Worked pretty well in my favour I think. Note to self - Be more bold, more often.

I want to…
Go back to Melbourne (oh like you didn't see that coming.) I know things won't always stay the same but I know its natural to long to be somewhere else..so I'm just going with the flow..I know I'll get over my Melbourne-sickness....I think.

I wish…
I wasn't in this country sometimes..I think sometimes I'd be happier anywhere else.

I hear…
What people don't have to say. But sometimes I pretend I don't.

I wonder..
when I'll meet a nice, intelligent, hot man. (they always end up having 2 out of the 3)..No scratch that I HAVE known men like that, but I wonder when I'll actually end up with one (who's not gay.)

I Regret..
Nothing.

I am...
Confident, stubborn, selfish, funny, smart, empathic, a good conversationalist, someone you'd want to know..........when it suits me.

I dance..
best after 3 drinks. :)

I sing..
all the time and everywhere. I cook best when there's music playing in the background.

I cry..
once in a blue moon and rarely in front of other people. Please don't psychoanalyse that...I just don't!

I am not always..
such a joy to know

I make with my hands..
my art. Every piece of art has a piece of my soul and a little spiritual guidance in it.

I write ..
stuff on this blog mainly for me to read after say...30 years. Just to see how much I've changed.

I confuse...
road directions really often. If you're lost PLEASE don't call me for directions..you'll end up in Timbuktu.

I need..
a place that feels like home...and a nice intelligent hot straight man to call my own :D

And finally...
this post is DONE!
Hope you guys enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

(You KNOW there's only one correct response to that statement :P)

Oh and I tag no one to do this :)
(But if you want to do it anyway, you have my blessings)

Pictures from Down Under

2006-07-17T21:24:00.000+08:00

Seeing that everyone wanted pictures of this trip, I have decided to indulge you guys :)

Dev's Birthday Present

Not too shabby for a day's work!

I tried keeping the portrait a secret and instead told Dev I had got him a book. Meanwhile...just a couple of minutes before this pic was taken, Sheetal's (who I stayed with) Mom says "Oh Dev! Have you seen your portrait??"

I smacked my forehead. I literally SMACKED my forehead.

Dev's Mexican Themed Birthday Party

Overall an INCREDIBLY fun night! I met the whole gang, my make-up was nice and there was plenty of booze and back massages (oops) to go around!
And in case you doubted that the theme was 'Mexican', I say to you...

EAT DIRT because there was a SOMBRERO! and ..

A GIANT MARGHARITA!

(And Sangria and Enchillada's which I didn't photograph because I was too busy consuming it in all its Mexican goodness.)

Ola! Arrriiiiba! Andale Andale Eeeba! La Cucaracha Baby!

The Boathouse Dinner

This was a dinner at a boathouse. It was a family affair- Dev's family and Sheetal's family.We had good food, good laughs, a couple of tipsy Dad's and a wardrobe malfunction (Not me..Arpu). I've said it before and I'll say it again - God Bless Safety Pins.
Ahhh all in a days work =)

This is at the dinner table...where I demonstrated my left profile with great gusto. It was obviously contagious. Look at Ravi! See how happy the left profile makes him?
Indulge.. in Your Left Profile.

The Skybombers Gig

As mentioned in the previous post, Dev's brother Ravi is in a band called....you guessed it, Skybombers!
We went for the gig, see there's the poster if you don't believe me!

That's Hugh (the lead singer) and Ravi (who plays bass guitar and does back up vocals)

That's Ravi again who decided to take it all off...well just his jacket at least.

Samson Hill Vineyard

I say screw the wine...look at the cheese platter!
That, my friends, is a magic plate of happiness (and a heart attack).
*happy sigh*

That's the vineyard..believe me when I say it was a BEAUTIFUL day...

It's sights like these that make me believe that such beauty couldn't possibly be a mere coincidence of 'being at the right place at the right time' or just the simple physics of condensing water vapour being heated up and allowing the sun's rays to sear through.

My camera rocks.

Mornington Peninsula

This place is gorgeous..

We were blackmailed into posing like this. It was totally involuntary! OH damn you Dev and your....evil...blackmail material!
*shakes a fist*

Bye bye Mornington Peninsula :(

A Party!

Sheetal's Dad was the star of the show. Not only did he keep dishing out the most heavenly Midori Illusions, he is THE pro at strawberry margharita's.

On a completeley unrelated note- there was crazy dancing, drink spillage on carpets and pool tables and furniture breakage.

The End

Is it just me, or are sunsets in Australia waaay better than the ones here?

Hot, Steamy Days Down Under.

2006-07-12T00:01:00.000+08:00

Teehee.

Okay Okay we'll wait till you get your mind out of the gutter and then I'll tell you about the trip.

Done?
Cool.

Ok firstly the flight sucked ass.
It was filled with stinky Europeans. I'm not being racist, it's a fact. The flight began in London and had a stopover at Singapore..hence stinky Europeans.
Not only was it stinky but I got a bloody window seat. I didn't have the heart to disturb the eldery couple next to me so I basically pee-ed when they needed to pee (which was annoyingly not often enough.)
I also wish there was so rule about how taller people should get the emergency exit seats. I was like an overgrown sardine in a stinky can.

But Melbourne rocked. It was cold but bloody awesome!
In my previous post, loyal reader and good pal Dev gave you all an update, so I'll elaborate-

Dev said
quick mahi update to her loyal readers:
1) she lost my brithday present but found it.
2) she lost her camera btut found it.
3) she drew me and AWESOME PICTURE of my face for me...wowsers
4) she did a body shot of tequilla !! lol
5) a total of 97 photos have been taken with mahima in it somehow...which averages 19.4 photos per day.
6) we're off to watch italy vs australia tonight at federation square (outdoors with 20,000 supporters at 2am tonight!)
7) and yes, mahi's still on the MAN-HUNT (well, lets see how shw goes with 20,000 drunk fans tonight).

1) I misplaced Dev's very expensive present (which wasn't even from me, but from another friend), proceeded to have a mini heart attack, turned the whole house upside down and then finally found it in Arpu's suitcase. I don't know whether to feel terrible for going through Arpu's stuff or wonder why on earth was it in her suitcase in the first place. :P
Okay okay she's not a klepto, the truth is our stuff was all over the place and things get misplaced.
(Ahem.)
Dev's Mexican themed party rocked and I'm sure he wouldn't mind me putting up a few pictures!

2) I misplaced my camera, my phone, my money, my hairbrush, my towel..and everything else at least 3 times every day. Makes me wonder where my mind is or if I just automatically turn blonde everytime I land in Melbourne.

3) I drew Dev's portrait after being told 2 days before my departure that someone had already given him a white shirt and a scarf. It turned out surprisingly good especially since I had not done any portraits after nearly 4 years!
[Blogger is being a bitch and not uploading my pictures. So maybe I'll upload them later..be back to check!]

4) Ooh. Next.

5) Pfft. 19.4 photos per day. As if. More like 30. :D

6) Yes. Mahi watched a soccer match. Miracles do happen.
It was FREEZING so I had to wrap myself up and ended up looking like a shapeless mass. SO unattractive. My sexy seduction plans flew out the window that night.
And since I'm safely in Singapore I can say this - Arpu jinxed the match. Just before the final shot she says "I'm so cold! I wish Italy would just score so we could go home." and BOOM! Italy scored. Well done Arpu.
(Dear Aussies reading this -Please send all hate mail to Arpu.)

7) Please refer to point no. 6

8) I'm convinced I am flypaper for freaks.
Arpu and I were outside a mall waiting for a friend. We were watching 3 men play the Spanish guitar (v.v. sexy) and I started dancing..ok not dancing, more like swaying..yknow...step, step, sway..gettit?
Anyway some dude walked around me and pretended to grab my butt. And he wasn't even CUTE. He had the nerve to turn around and grin at me as he walked away. Asshole.
2 minutes later, Arpu said something funny, I cracked up and a stinky homeless dude walks upto me and says "It's okay to laugh, love! It's Tuesday..uh...Thursday!" And as if that wasn't weird enough he proceeded to pat me on the back...
Keep in mind that he was STINKY!!!!!
ONE minute later, this well dressed, bespectacled, 50-something, suitcase-carrying and drunk-out-of-his-mind guy stumbles upto us and says "Fucking Indians! Go home!"
I don't know why but that cracked me up so badly coz this dude could hardly stand straight and looked like such a moron. Arpu held my hand and he said "Yeh! Of course you Indians love each other, of COURSE you love each other." And stumbled off. I was so tempted to say "Thank you, come again" with a silly headshake.
Most ironic bit?
When he fell down, a Chinese guy helped him back up.
*Shakes head*
Prick.

9) Dev's younger brother Ravi is in a band called Skybombers. We went for a couple of their gigs and they were bloody awesome and the crowd was mad!
Not only is their music VERY cool but they're also a really cute looking bunch and overall very likeable guys. And I'm not saying that coz I'm obligated to just coz a friend is in the band..They really are good.
So give 'em your support, buy the single (it's out already in Melbourne I think) and make em rich.
(Ravi, I'm really pissed off that I didn't get the free CD.)

10) We visited a vineyard. It just took us like 3 hours to get there coz we drove around in circles.
Well, what else do you get when you put together 4 girls in a car. :P
The vineyard made me very happy not because of the wine but because I had a cheese platter for lunch. I love me my cheese platter.
*sigh*

11) And of course we went around bar hopping too. Mahi has to go bar hopping in a foreign land. The bartender at the Long Room made me very happy too coz I asked him for something sweet and potent and he came back with some orange drink that was sweet and after a few sips and I didn't give a shit about what was in it..so yea it was potent too :D

12) We organised a trip to Mornington Peninsula which is a beautiful spot at the Southernmost tip of Melbourne (this is what I was told I didn't really check any map). It was absolutely breathtaking.
Of course, Dev being Dev couldn't resist taking dirty shots.
We were blackmailed and told to look happy in them.
I swear.

13) We had a smashing party at my friend Sheetal's house. There was booze, music, damage done to furniture and spillage on carpets.
Ahh good times!
And of course funny pictures...some of which I cannot, nay..WILL not put up!

14) We saw Russell Peter’s in action!! This dude is amazing. He’s the funniest brown man I’ve ever come across. I laughed like hell…his opening act (some dude called Yoshi) started off funny but then started on deaf and dumb people and the disabled….and that just wasn’t really funny at all.
But hey! Way to go, Russell!

There was so much more, but I think the most important thing for me was that this trip was an education for me. A real eye opener.
I learnt so much about the human nature...about the evil in people and on the flip side..the goodness of man. I was amazed to find that hardship, when dealt with in a healthy way, makes a person warmer, sensitive and more aware rather than cold and stone-hearted. It brings out strength in you that you never knew existed.

I learnt that some people just make you feel like you've come home and home doesn't have to be somewhere you've lived for ages..it's a feeling.

I learnt things about myself that I wasn't even aware of- things that shocked me (in a nice way) and things that made me smile.

But MOST importantly...I learnt that I really am a good cook and I make a mindblowing Apple Pie and Bread & Butter Pudding.
Martha Stewart can kiss my ass.

‘Ere’s to Melbourne, mates!
-clink-

So Long! Farewell! I hate to say Goodbye, MATE!

2006-06-19T20:06:00.000+08:00

Ho Ho HO
The Time has Arrived.
(Okay, well, not REALLY...another *checks* 23 more hours to go, but if I don't do this post now, I'll never get it done!)

Oooh where was I?
Ah yes...
I'M LEAVING FOR MELBOURNE in 23 HOURS!

Woohooooooooo
Come on People, do the Happy Dance with me... do it.
Do It.

Okay now that that's outta the way, here's some typical Mahi randomness-

I've noticed that most bloggers seem to hate Anonymous commentors. Some make a big hoo-ha about them and shower very choice words on em and some even admit that anonymous commentors are a pain in the arse...my question is this - if you hate anonymous commentors so much, then why can't you just disable anonymous commenting? .
The way I see it, you're just begging and gagging for it.
And while we're at it, what makes you think non-anon commentors will be any nicer?

You must understand that this is totally different from answering legit queries or what-not from anon commentors
Now I don't mind anonymous commentors and even those who prefer to leave a name but not a website url, unless of course, they say mean things about me on my own blog. Most of the time I reply back but once in a blue moon I can't be arsed to reply. So in the trash the comment goes.

Secondly...the Indian embassy here sucks ASS.
Mink and I just spent like 1.5 hours waiting (9.30am onwards) for our number to be called..and when it WAS finally called, we got told very gruffly to "come later."
"Why?"
"Because you're passport is only ready for collection at 4.15pm"
"But we were told to come in the morning." [Insert visual of Mahi seething when she realises she could've have spent all that time sleeping]
"Come at 4.15pm" Stupid rude embassy bitch points at her watch like the two 20-something year olds in front of her still haven't learnt to read time.
"But we've been waiting here since the past 1.5 hours. That woman *points* told us to come in the morning."
"Come at 4.15pm."
"Bitch."
Jeezlouise. What is WITH these people? Would kill them to crack a smile? Would it kill them to have a vending machine around?

Now as you must've noticed, World Cup fever seems to have gripped this planet (har-dee-har-har talk about understatement of the century). Now I know I'm gonna draw a lot of flak for this, but here goes -
1) I'll only watch a match if there's a hot guy playing.
2) The only thing I know about the World Cup is this - Germany and Brazil are supposed to be the best. How do I know this? Because I have Monopoly- the World Cup 1998 edition. And Brazil and Germany are the dark blue spaces and they're the most expensive to build stadiums/terraces. So THERE.

I was feeling a little guilty, actually, about going to Australia.
Mahi...you're gonna waste your parent's money on nothing but booze and partying and road trips and Russell Peters (Yup!I'm going for his show! And if you haven't heard of him then..somebody gonna getahurt reaaaaal bad. hehehe)..how could you?
And then it hit me.
I WORKED for that money dammit! I didn't take didley from my parents!
And allll was right with the world again =D

Oh, have I mentioned I'm leaving for Australia in 23 hours?
:D

I'm off..I need to do some last minute packing, unpacking and repacking...

I'll definitely try to update the blog while I'm there and I'll definitely be checking in on some of your blogs...
Take care, all!

Muuuah!
[Now wish me 'Bon Voyage.' Do it. Do it.]

Reason Is Treason

2006-06-13T00:15:00.000+08:00

You know how sometimes its absolutely impossible to remain objective when it comes to a judgement? Coz there are just way too many people projecting their views, hopes and aspirations?

And you know how it is when you're pretty sure you think you've attained that objective state and you're good and ready to make a sound decision, even THEN there's this nagging feeling at the back of your mind that you're not completely a 100% objective? That your point of view is being coloured by those of people close to you?

Also, you know how it kinda stinks that you find yourself losing perspective every now and then? Especially when you know where you stand and what circumstances are like but EVEN then- you find yourself indulging in make-believe and you start absent mindedly groping around for your rose tinted glasses and you start (*gasp* *shudder*) imagining yourself as a character from your favourite romantic comedy movie.
Perspective suddenly become like a feather dancing in the wind, and the more you try to reach out for it, the more you realise its perfectly beautiful just flying away higher and higher. But you still have to try anyway?

Yea. That really sucks.

Transitions

2006-06-07T20:48:00.000+08:00

I've realised something over the past few days.
I've become all about transitions.
It's become like my middle name.

Everything in my life revolves around change. I won't say 'evolution' because that would entail moving onto a higher plane of things, moving to a better place.
I don't think some of my changes are good or neccessarily better, but they are changes nevertheless.

'Temporaryism has been the Black Plague and the Jesus of our age.'
-'Just a phase' by Incubus

I might come off as someone who likes things remaining stable and calm, but the fact of the matter is I like change. I wait for it. I embrace it and I thrive on it. I'll endure the change kicking and screaming, but don't be fooled for one second. I love it.

When I moved to Singapore from Lagos, I still remember the last night there. Friends all around us were crying, my Mom was inconsolable, Dad shed a tear or two, my brother cried coz he saw everyone else crying. I just stood there waiting for everyone to hurry up and get into the car that would take us to the airport (never mind that later on the plane I threw up badly and then fully realised I had left the only place I had called 'home' for 11 years.). Funnily enough when I came to Singapore, I carried about my business like I had been there for years.
It's funny how circumstances and the urge to survive in a place, beat the doubt and fears out of you. You just learn to make do.

Every Sunday my friends and I went to Hindi school ( our chosen second language school and a god-awful waste of a perfectly good Sunday). I made some good friends and some not-so good friends. The not-so good friends and I vowed to be friends through thick and thin, forever and ever. Well that obviously didn't last (it's always like that isn't it?). This was partly due to two things -
1) Friendships aren't supposed to be that hard, and you're not obliged to bend over backwards to ensure everyone else has a good time at the expense of your fun and
2) It's a two-way effort. Like much of everything else.
Anyway then I met Arpu, Mink and Roohi, a few girls I wasn't really close to, and whom I didn't think much of, at first. So is it any surprise that now, 5 years later, we're like sisters? We've had our bad times like any other bunch of tight knit people but we've always managed to sort it out, sans any ill will.
Out with the old, and in with the new.
It didn't take many tears or much drama to move from one group to the next. Fact of the matter is - when one party puts in too much of everything or wastes too much time pointing out what's wrong instead of what's right, the relationship is pretty much doomed.

Ahh and then comes the time when I take a shine to someone special. I'll make the first move coz I'm not the sort who'll beat around the bush much. But if I don't get anything in return, I'll walk on. No love lorn hanging around, no "Please, please give me a chance". It's frighteningly easy sometimes.
It's not pride, dear reader, it's being practical.
Moving on isn't really that hard. There are loads of other single, eligible fish in the sea and hanging around is just too much of a damn drag.
And since we're talking about moving on, there is never any moving back. Call it a defence mechanism or whatever you want, but it just doesn't happen with me.
We learn, we adapt and we move on to bigger and better things. Past mistakes are avoided like the plague - Fool me once, it's your fault. Fool me twice, it's mine.

If I get married tomorrow and I have to move to Timbuktu, I'll whine about how I can't get Starbucks there or how the transport system sucks ass, but I'll go and I'll be damned if I can't enjoy a decent life there.
I AWAYS adapt and I ALWAYS make do- with or without anyone or anything.
Because believe it or not- this whiny brat is a survivor.

Nothing really forced me to write this entry...it's not a barb at anyone..just randomness =)

Miss Mahi Goes to Work (with KIDS.)

2006-06-02T18:25:00.000+08:00

PHEW.
The Week is OVER and Mahi is all pooped OUT (um..not that kinda pooped)

Let's start from the start, shall we?

Since I was having holidays, I decided to take up a job offer which required me to be a facilitator of sorts, at this workshop. Think 'camp' sorta facilitator but without the huts, bunkbeds, bed bugs, stayovers, toasted marshmallows-by-the-fire and ~~early wake-up calls~~ no wait...those early wake-up calls were there.
Okay so it wasn't like a stay over sorta camp but it was quite literally the whole day- think 7-something till 5 something.

I must admit I was apprehensive about it at first coz well...it involved kids..LOTS of them...
And we all know how I feel about kids.
(I re-iterate, I do not hate 'em, some just annoy me...greatly)

So let's see..I had to wake up at the ungodly hour of 6.00 a.m and thought to myself 'Dude. You are so not made for this early morning business.'
Shuffled around sleepily, had a shower, changed and left.

I decided to be all miserly and take the bus.

This is for all of you who think I am a brat and I have nothing better to do in life than to whine about how I want to be dropped everywhere (a.k.a ALL OF YOU.)

So Yea. I took the bus.
You know sometimes your seat has place for someone else, and when people enter the bus, you hope and pray that the stinky guy-who-looks-like-he-hasnt-taken-a-shower-and-has-taken-a-dump-in-his-shorts doesn't come and sit next to you?
............And yet he does?

Yea that's what happened to me.
And oh no, no, NO, Dear Reader, it doesn't end there.
Not only does stinky-man sit next to me, but he proceeds to dig his nose to glory.
Dig his nose till kingdom come.
Dig his nose like there's no bloody tomorrow.
Dig his nose like there's a hidden diamond somewhere in there and he'll be damned if he doesn't get it.

And after he's procured his hidden treasure, he turns and stares at me. Just stares. And so I pretend to be very fascinated by the road and I stared determinedly out the window.
In my experience it is wise to not stare back at stinky-shitty-men.

W.t.f?
The ONE time I voluntarily take the bus, I get THIS GUY sitting next to me?
SO.NOT.COOL.

Thankfully the day went much better.
I worked 4 days in all with kids of all ages and sizes and shapes and smells.
During times like these, I thank the lord for my height. It is waaay more easier to intimidate kids when you're towering over them.

The younger ones are so much more easier and sweeter to work with.
I would get "Teacher Mahi, teacher Mahi that boy is not doing his work!" to which I would smile and say "Okay I'll talk to him, thank you for telling me darling. Now go do your work"
(And then they'd giggle about how I called that girl a 'Darling')

I would get "Teacher Mahi, teacher Mahi I am nervous about going on stage!" to which I would say "Darling! Dont be scared! Just go up and have fun!"
(And then the boy would go "Eeee she called me dahling!!!")

Or I would get "Teacher Mahi, teacher Mahi I need to poopoo." to which I would say "Uh...go talk to that *point* teacher."

Nah I'm kidding.
None of them needed to poop, THANK GOD.
(And if they did..well all I'm gonna say is Kelso's poop is the only poop I clean up.)

Of course there are always the bullies who think they're better than anyone.
The height difference REALLY helps with making you look like alpha female.

Some of them cracked me up when they gave hilarious answers like when asked "How would you get rid of mosquitoes?" One cutie answered "I will SLAP it!"
And how they couldn't pronounce 'incandescent' (icandesent?...incasedsent?...icadecent?)
and 'flourescent' (fourasent...foresant..foracant?)
and 'instantaneous' and 'climate' and 'appliance' (apleeance)

The job ended today, I thought I'd be ecstatic that I wouldn't have to wake up and face bratty kids but I'm actually a little.....sad? I mean you guys know how much kids annoy me sometimes right?
I don't know man.
I mean I gotta admit some of them were really cute with their little pigtails and bell-like voices and how they'd look at you like you were so amazing.

Nah..I'm a toughie.
*Grunt*

I must be getting soft in my old age.
Damn.

"L"

2006-05-25T19:55:00.000+08:00

L is for Love
That curious thing that seems to be everywhere and yet, elusively, nowhere at the same time.
Love, love, love- makes the world go round,
Love, love, love - we all fall down.
How long does it take for you to get tired of hanging on, and how long does it take for you to realise that letting go isn't even an option?
I think I've loved a lot of people, people who've been there for me, people who annoy me slightly, people who make me laugh and people who make me cry..I've loved them all.
But I doubt I've been in love before (my logic is- if I had been in love, I wouldn't have any doubts..yes?) so I don't know what it is but I do know what it's not. It's not being relieved that you have a chauffeur by default, it's not having arm candy to show off and it's not playing mind games.
Mostly, I think, it's a leap of faith, most of the time, and faith don't come easy these days.

L is Livid
As in 'Livid with Rage'. Not a state I'm often in, but when I'm in it then God save you. I won't scream or throw things but I'll make you wish I had.
I'll say the most hurtful things and I won't regret a word of it..
I remember being in this state all of 2 times in my life.

L is for Life
Now I'm vegetarian by choice and I'm not the sort to force people into turning vegetarian but here's why I did- when I was about 8-9 years old, I saw a goat being slaughtered and I just stopped. A life is a life and I won't be held responsible for the loss of one.
That's that.
Please don't start with 'Oh but plants are alive too!' Come on. What the hell do u expect me to live on? Air?? It's the lesser of the two evils..so get off my back :P
While we're at it, I wouldn't hurt a fly/cockroach/bug but I sure as hell wouldnt want to pet one so get THAT away from me.

L is for Lifestyle Choice
Veg, Non-veg, Gay, Straight, Bi, Smoker, Non-smoker, Likes to wear Pink, Hates cats, likes cross-dressing..whatever, it's your life.
I have no hang-ups as long as you don't expect me to do the same and as long as it doesn't hurt anyone.
Paedophiles, Molesters, Murderers, Spouse-beaters, Rapists, Animal killers (in no particular order, of course)..all of you need to be shot and I hope your death is a slow and painful one.

L is for Laughter
I love laughing. I can laugh at myself, at you and yo momma.
And I do it quite often- to your face (or yo momma's.)
I will NOT talk to you for too long if you do not make me laugh.. and I'm talking about a 'laugh-WITH-you' kinda way and not a 'laugh-AT-you' sorta way. If you do not see me laughing you may take it as either 1) you're just not very funny or 2) you're sucking the joy out of me.
Both are no-no's in Mahi-land.

L is for Left-handed
Which is what I am. We are rare, precious and often artistic? We are right-brainers which often means our math (read: logic) skills might suck big time but we're really good with our imagination and our hands (read: spatial skills). At a movie, we're more likely to pay attention to the cinematography rather than the words. (That's highly debatable but that's what my psychology tutor said, so there ya go.)
I often get stared at for the way I write..something about my hand being bent at an odd angle, but whatev coz that's the way ahuh, ahuh I LIKE it.

L is for Lemonade
Chilled water, juice of a full lemon (or lime..sheesh nitpicky aren't we?), 2 teaspoons of sugar (or not.....sheesh healthy today aren't we?), a couple of ice cubes and.....a few crushed mint leaves.
Heaven in a glass, I tell you. You'll thank me.

L is for the Lift (or Elevator)
I'm a lazy bum. If there's a lift, I'll take it.
Sheesh, you don't expect me to climb the stair with THESE shoes on, do ya?
Heels work out the gluteus maximus ( I have ALWAYS wanted to use that!!!) too, ya kno.
Don't even try and change my mind.
The only time you'd see me giving the lift a miss, is if a stinky person is in it or if someone took a dump/piss in it.

L is for Loophole
I am sneaky. Bery, Bery sneaky.
I am not proud of this but where and when it suits me, I WILL find a loophole in a deal or a promise- be it in the phrasing, or ambiguity of words or anything else.
I try not to do it but hey I'm only human.
I know. I came pretty damn close to perfect, didn't I?
Ah well.

L is for Light
Light-ness of being, a state which I love being in. It's sublime, it's perfect and it's not chemically induced. It happens rarely and sometimes for no damn good reason but when it does, it feels like the universe is saying 'Today's your day, kiddo. Be happy. Be cool.' (or something like that)
Light is good and it's important while reading. So kids, make sure you have adequate light. Also yellow light give everything a very flattering tinge.

Okay that was my meme, bestowed by the lovely and most yummiest of mummy's- Miz B. Thank you, Laydee! I enjoyed it greatly!

Here are the rules:
If you comment on this entry and beg for a letter, I will give you one.
Thou shalt write ten words beginning with that letter in your journal, including an explanation of what the word means to you and why, and then pass out letters to those who want to play along.
If you want a letter, ask for one in the comment box and I shall choose one for you.

You gimme feeevah

2006-05-21T22:17:00.000+08:00

Apologies, dear reader, for not updating sooner.
I am unwell.
My throat feels like sandpaper, my nose is more stuffed up than the crowd at Orchard Road on the weekend and my head hurts.
I did go out last night and only had a couple of drinks so I doubt it's a hangover.
Stupid drinks with too much crushed ice.
Bah.

(This entry might be a little weird.. forgive me for it is written with some odd, unneccesary feverish urgency)

This whole week has gone by in a damn flash. If you ask me what took up so much of my time, I won't really be able to come up with a good answer...yup..twas one of those weeks.

My mom's been talking to me about marriage. She reckons she'll get me introduced to the eligible types when I graduate next year..I will be 23.
For those of you who are yet unaware, I want to get married young, I figured hey! Enjoy married life for about 4 years and have a couple of kids by the time I turn 30.
See I have it all planned out!

I told mom that I'll need to know the guy for AT LEAST a year. At least.
And that don't fit well with my plan.
My head hurts so I'm gonna let you do the math.
Also she's saying stuff like "Don't go only by looks"
Yea Duh Mom. But seriously..you should hear her say it..almost as if she's preparing me for the worst..w.t.f?

Going back to the reason of my state of unwell-ness, 'Guess' recently had a sale on Saturday.
Dear Lord.
Here's some advice - Don't EVER go to a Guess Sale on a Saturday. It's madness and mayhem of the highest order. I couldn't BREATHE, I couldn't move, and much to my chagrin, the pair of jeans that I wanted (in black) were NOT ON BLOODY SALE.
So I settled for the cheaper, but still well-fitting pair. Oh well. There's always next year.
Having said that - Get your jeans from Guess..they fit the BEST.

Also I think I'm psychic for real.
(haha!)
I dreamt about a friend last night, whom I haven't seen or heard from in ages..and boom! I see a mail from him, just now!
Let me tell you this people - There are no such things as coincidences.

Hardcore.

My mom just made me the most disgusting home-made remedy..it made my skin crawl.
I need to sleep off the trauma.
Overranddout.

Wedding Invites, anyone?

2006-05-15T22:04:00.000+08:00

Okay, so here's what was happening - My darling friend Mink's sister is getting married, so it naturally fell upon her to do the delivering of the wedding invites. And me being the darling that I am, I offered to keep her company.
.
.
.
Boy...I'm not kidding when I say that had to be the single most entertaining day of my LIFE!

Before I launch into The Story, I must lay some groundwork-
1) I never realised before that it was customary to offer (forcefeed?) sweets and other savouries to the deliverers of the invites..I was soon made aware of this custom.
2) Older Indian men talk A LOT.
3) When in doubt about what is being said, it is wise to always smile and nod. Do NOT make them explain what they say, for they will do so in Great Detail.
4) I think the talking fatigued me more than the travelling (which was done in a car- airconditioned). We must have spent about an average of 40 minutes in each house.
5) Most importantly- never ever EAT before visiting. At the end of such trips, you will feel as if you are bursting at the seams. It's very unflattering.

Okay let's start at the start.

First house we visited was fine.

Second house was NOT fine.
At home was a Sindhi man. Between 60-65 years of age. Balding. Nice straight teeth (dentures?). Talked alot. In Sindhi, of which I only understood a smattering.
So we came in, Mink, him and I exchanged the usual pleasantaries..and then it began.

To say that this man was proud of his house, was a gross understatement.

In between dumping food into our unwilling hands, he showed us every nook and cranny (newly furnished), every bedsheet and pillowcover (always matching) , every cupboard and drawer (brown with gold lines), every toiletseat and towel hanger (green with sea shells on the inside), every drink (a lot, he made a couple of drink jokes which I didn't get), every God picture (drinks and God pictures were in the same cupboard, which I thought was a little retarded and blasphemous), every light switch (seriously he felt the need to give us a demo. come on man,how hard can it be to understand a light switch), down to the drawer handles and the type of cutlery (from Japan) he had...God he showed us EVERYTHING in it's mind numbing detail.

With great glee he showed us his massage chair. He hopped into it. I'm serious. He Hopped..like a kid with ADHD, laid down straight and pressed a button. The leg rest shot out, his slippers flew and hit the TV and the back rest went all the way back.
And all the while he had this scary, crazed smile.

He then gave us some chips to eat and disappeared for two minutes.
Mink: Let's pretend like we're eating it
Mahi: Okay!
-Rustling of bag, "Mmm this is delicious!", noisy dusting off of hands-
Our sneaky ploy didn't work. He came back with MORE food and I'm not joking when I say this...he forced the sweets into my MOUTH. He bypassed the hands altogether.

He then started talking to me in rapid Sindhi. I just smiled sweetly, waited for him to finish and then I said "I'm not Sindhi."
He looked put off.
Then we got saved by the bell..literally. Some furniture guys were at the door..this was our chance!
We bid him goodbye, he didn't really notice, he was too busy being annoyed at the furniture guys..so we left..with chocolate wafers in our hands (which we later disposed off because we were too full and they had gone soft.)

Next house we went to had this nice lady. She has two sons - X1 and X2. Mink told her about the wedding and how people were putting up dances. Then Mink said "Aunty, get X2 to do a dance!"
My smile froze and I turned to Stare at Mink. Did she not recall.......
"I mean, X1 is so good at dancing, we saw him dance last time at so-and-so function..I'm sure X2 can dance as well as him!"
Mother vociferously agreed.
My smile was still frozen. Apparently Mink recalled....that X1 danced...like he had hit an invisible electric fence.
She turned and smiled at me. I still don't know how that cow could control her laughter..just thinking of X1's maniacal dancing sends me into hysterics..but I bit my tongue, nodded and diplomatically said "Yes. X1 dances well."
Mother vociferously agreed again.

Oh how I cursed Mink.

The next house we went to, had a chatty old man who was married to a young thang.
When I say 'chatty' I actually mean 'didn't-shut-the-hell-up-for-5-seconds'
He asked Mink when her turn for marriage would be and she gave him a vague answer and then he turned to me
"And you??"
"Haha, I honestly have no idea, I have to find me a man first!"
"Oh come on! You're so pretty and with your personality, you shouldn't have a problem!"
"You'd be surprised." I chuckled and shrugged..and then thought 'Well, he's RIGHT.'

It was then when he took it upon himself to be the Seeker Of My Groom.
He said "Tell me when you're ready -wink- I already have a boy in mind."
I laughed and said "Thank you.." and then laughed some more when I thought of my mother's reaction to finding out that I was getting married to a Sindhi boy found by a complete Sindhi stranger.
His wife however, whispered with great Hostility "Uske liye already ek ladki hai." (We already have a girl for him.)
He just waved off what she said and continued to look very pleased with himself.
After a l0ng talk about the political scene in Singapore, psychiatry and psychology and husbandry, we left.

(I must say I was very impressed that none of the people went "OOoh! So you can read my mind!" when I told them I studied psychology. If I had heard anyone say that ONE MORE TIME, I'd have gone NUTS and said "That's called being 'psychic'. Dumbass." )

The next house we visited was one of a popular man. He wasn't home so we had a little talk with the wife. She was handsome, simple and spoke well. Her eyes and smile held great intelligence and humanity in them. I felt immense respect for her.
She told us sadly that if she had a choice she would have never got married at all.
"I'n pretty sure Uncle loves me, but I'm indifferent." She said very matter-of-factly.
She cautioned us against entering marriages with our favourite pair of rose-tinted glasses on..."..but I'm jaded already"
She smiled wistfully.

She told us horror stories about her mother-in-law and she said she told her kids that they didnt have to get married at all...hearing such things that were polar opposites of everything that I had grown up hearing, was a bit of a shock.
I felt sad for her because I felt she deserved better. Sure, no one needs to be in a great marriage to be happy but I couldn't help feeling that she was someone who badly wanted to know love, even now.
My own parents, who've had their usual tiffs, are still very much in love.
But it was good for both Mink and I to hear about what she had been through. I think we received an important education in those 45 minutes..the mood was very serious.
We bid her goodbye and gave her a hug.

The best visit was the one where no one was home. We passed the invite to the maid, and high fived each other.

We visited more houses, but those had some semblance of normalcy that we were used to.
But the men still talked incessantly. And they still insisted we eat.

I honestly think the talking fatigued me the most. And the smiling. The constant smiling made my face muscles feel like they were going to drop dead.
I went to bed, and I think the second my head touched the pillow, I fell asleep.
I had the most seamless, deep sleep I had ever had in a long time.

I got my Viiiiiisa!

2006-05-10T14:58:00.000+08:00

As the title hints...I GOT MY AUSSIE VISA!
Woohooo!!!

Now I know a lot of you are going "Big deal" but trust me ..it is.

You see I don't have much luck when it comes to all this ticketing and visa business, mostly because I often forget to bring along a couple of important documents or I arrive late or I forget to confirm my tickets or I end up with psycho travel agents..which reminds me of how ballistic the agent went coz I blamed him for not being a competent agent (well I didn't say THAT word-for-word but I said it nicely..)

Anyway he started screaming and shouting and all that time I was staring, petrified, at the 3 menacing clay Eagle figurines behind him...he looked like he could turn around at any minute, grab one figurine at a time and hurl it straight at mine, Mink's and Arpu's heads, knocking us down like bowling pins...
And thats some scary shit.

And then there's the evil bitch of a visa officer at the Aussie embassy...you would think that the Aussie's being such friendly, outgoing people would have a friendly, outgoing officer but NOOOO.
This one was capable of shrivelling up balls with one look.
She's the same officer I got last year too..and she made my life hell. I was there at the embassy so often that even the guards started giving me sympathetic looks.

But this time I went prepared.
Yessiree.
I made list after list after list and I checked it twice.

While I was waiting for my turn I saw her execute her ball-shrivelling stare at a poor foreign student.
"Evidence of funds?? But I'm carrying this much money with me! Why didn't you tell me I had to bring an evidence-of-funds letter??"

Ahhh my Indian brother. That shrivelled ball looks painful.

I felt really bad for him, but I did chuckle a bit too coz the expression on his face was really funny. I know. I'm going to hell.
Oh wait. I was in hell last year!
It's called THE AUSSIE EMBASSY!

OK but anyway I got my visa there and then..she was SO looking for a something to trip me up, but ha-ha visa bitch - I OUTSMARTED YOU!
Can't touch this na-nana-na, can't touch this

I want to extend a hearty 'THANK YOU' and 'I LOVE YOUUUU' to Mink who faithfully accompanied me...I think she was the good luck charm..even though she said "Mahi I was so expecting you to come back and say 'Goddamit!! I can't believe I forgot THAT document!! Arrrrrrrgh!!!!I'll KILL that visa-bitch!!!!' "

WOohoo Australia, here I come (for real this time)
I can't wait.

About 6 weeks left...

I think I'll start packing.

=D

Tap..Tap I should've had more fun today..Oh Well- Pictures!

2006-05-05T22:58:00.000+08:00

My exams are over.
Yay!

Okay this is super messed up, but on the last day of the exams I was meant to have have cheered and day-dreamed about my Aussie trip and gone out for dinner and maybe drinks and partied the night away.

Instead what I did do was walk down to the 'New Zealand Ice Cream' shop at my uni, get ditched for Dinner (Thanks alot Kutti Mink.), get me a Berries of the Forest (or something like..whatever..I'm so addicted to it) Sorbet, head back home, checked my mail..watched TV, checked my mail, played with my dog, had an hour long talk with Dad regarding The Future And How I Was Not Doing The Best That I Was Capable Of Doing Because I Really Am Quite Intelligent But Extremely Lazy.
So the conversation ended with an uncharacteristic uneasiness inside of me.
Dammit I hate dissonance! I hate it with a vengeance.

Its also really frustrating when you check your mail and all you have is Hotmail telling you that your account size has increased. Delete. Thank you for that Hotmail, hopped onto the bandwagon a little late didn't we. Tell you what Hotmail; I'll hang onto my Gmail Account anyway..But really. Keep up the good work.

No I'm not PMS-ing.
And even if I were, the above are still good excuses to whine.

On the other hand..I am feeling a little uplifted thinking about how my friends are actually looking forward to me visiting Australia (Yes, they are and No, I'm not delusional, dammit!)

I'll be going in June for about 3 weeks..Last year was such a blast it would've been a travesty not to do it again!
So here's a small pictoral trip down memory lane...

This was at Flinder's Street Station. There's a bus there that says "Melbourne" many times over, in case you happen to forget where you are. Seriously though the station looks lovely and I think there's a story about how the designs for this station and the design for another station in India got mixed up (designed by the same guy), hence Flinder's St Station has a supposedly Indian look about it. If I'm wrong please send all blame mail to Arpu. She told me the story.

This pic might look familiar..t'was my old profile picture..anyway there's me, Dev and Siddhart (Dev's friend). Arpu you capture my left profile so well! This was at a pub we visited after we went salsa dancing. So there we were, tired, happy, hungry and drinking...

And here's the moral of the story.
Don't Drink on an Empty Stomach. Especially not when there's a camera around to capture stuff that you do. Thank you Dev. You capture my moustache profile so well!
Hey..don't look at me. Some guy's are into this sorta thing *shrugs*

This was where I had my little pant debacle. If you're ever at Fitzroy street, PLEASE do yourself a favour and visit 'Monroe's'. Their dessert is OUT of this WORLD. Best sticky date pudding I ever had. Also the ghost images in this pic are SO COOL. I was telling the waiter how to click ("JUST HOLD THE BUTTON DOWN!") He STILL didn't get the technique quite right but hey..makes for a cool pic!

Okay So Arpu and I were in the city, really bored. So we came across this place - The Immigration Museum.
Mm'kay.
No. Not going inside. I'd rather spend that money on drinks.
"Arpu just take a pic of me outside the museum. At least I can show my parents that I did something educational."

I love this pic! It has such a nice monochrome tone to it..it's the colours! Anyway that's Arpu, Me and Dev's brother Ravi (who, by the way, plays bass guitar in a band called 'Skybombers' they're relatively new and not on radio yet..I think.. but they're on myspace.com so check 'em out!) in the city.

This is the BEST. This was when we had all driven down to see the 12 Apostles..seriously people...look up breath-taking in the dictionary and you'll see the 12 Apostles. One of the most amazing sights you'll ever see. I went mad with joy there (this involved a lot of running and jumping and laughing and squealing..which under normal circumstances you will not see me do a lot of..well except the laughing bit.) This pic is a keeper!

AAh there's so much more but blogger's picture uploading tool is such a bitch and I can't be arsed to sit and wait for this to load. Maybe later..

But I am a lot more cheered up now, thanks! =D

Take care guys and have an awesome weekend!
-Muah-

The one where Mahi attended a Wedding..

2006-05-02T23:05:00.000+08:00

Remember the wedding I was telling you guys about??
Well I attended it and it was AWESOME.

Awesome for many reasons.

Awesome because (most importantly) there were so many many pretty people to look at.
Awesome because I met a lady who was completely off her rocker and took a shine to me.

The bride and groom are Indians from the UK and some of their friends had come down.
Their friends were very pretty to look at..the men and the women.
And oh.
my.
GOD.
British accents..are so...delicious.
A couple of times when one of the guys was chatting with me, I'd just hear the accent and zone out.
It was gorgeous.
It was yummy.
So were a couple of the men, too :P

SO anyway, let me tell you about the crazy lady.
My parents and I were at this table that had two couples - one pair in their early 40's and the other in their mid-fifties.
So the younger of the two ladies saw me and exclaimed "Oh I saw you this morning at the wedding ceremony, and I remember thinking 'Wow! She's CUTE! And so tall too!' "
(In case you didn't realise by now, I like this lady a lot.)
So I smiled modestly (?!?!) and said "Thank you.."
From there I can't remember how the topic turned to my future marriage.

Mom: Oh we want to look for a boy for her from Singapore..
Younger lady: Oh you should talk to her-points to older woman, who had spent the entire time just staring at me- her son is so handsome! And he's 6'2 in height! What's your height??
Me: Erm..5'9..
Older lady: -Happily- Yes! The two of you would look so nice together!
Me: -Silence....caught-in-the-headlights-look, followed by nervous laughter- UHhh hah..ha..ha...

All the three ladies look extremely Happy.

And then comes the freaky bit. I didn't realise this until mom told me much later, but the crazy old Lady very sneakily took out her camera AND STARTED TAKING PICTURES OF ME!

WHAT
THE
HELL?

I did remember a couple of flashes but come ON! It was a wedding for pete's sake. Everyone was taking pictures.
And apparently once she stood behind me and my mom, and with extremely complicated hand signals, told her partner in crime to take a picture of us.

My goodness.
I thought this shit only happened in bad hindi movies!

I got a bit scared after that and was ever-s0-thankful when I was taken to the table full of young people.
I think that greatly put off the old lady.
Or maybe she just took more pictures of my back.
Never underestimate the cunning and smarts of a woman seeking a bride for her son.
They are relentless.

But I shouldn't talk.
Mom was having a field day...so many young, eligible bachelors...all in one room..with nowhere to run or hide.
She had this glint in her eye. It scared me. I actually felt a bit sorry for them.
Every now and then I'd catch her eyes trailing one poor guy (prey?) and she'd mumble "Hmm. What a smart looking boy. Not bad. I must find out more."
And then I'd whisper, mortified "Mom! More subtlety please. Be cool!"
And then she'd shrug nonchalantly and say "Just looking..no harm..it's for you, after all."

So anyway towards the end I had a lovely time chatting with an interesting gentlemen ( I reckon the brows worked after all!) and after a while Mom came by to tell me it was time to leave.."Mahi dear, are you ready to go? Oh hello!"
"X meet Mom. Mom meet X."
And Mom turned all GIGGLY.

So I said my goodbyes, went to the original table, said my goodbyes and the Old Lady stood up, pulled me (I thought she was gonna choke slam me or something) into a tight hug, smothered me with kisses and said "So nice meeting you..such a pretty girl, take care all the best, so lovely, so lovely."
By this time I wasn't hugging her back.
I was struggling to escape.
These women can be deceptively strong.

Which brings me to a couple of questions/points-
1) If her son was so goodlooking, why has she resorted to taking pictures of girls she's JUST met. I found it a tad creepy.
2) If my mom knew she was taking pictures of me, why didn't she say something. I find THAT a tad worrying.
3) Men from the UK are lovely. I turn into mush when I hear the accent. Fake-o Brit accents don't turn me into mush. It's not cute (unless I'm the one faking the accent.)
4) Everyone should attend an Indian Wedding. You will be shocked and awed.

Ahhh weddings.

I love it!

I had a bad day.

2006-04-28T21:05:00.000+08:00

Yes.

My shower broke today. Don't ask me how but it did.
I swear I didn't do anything that I wasn't supposed to be doing...it just slipped from my hand, hit the wall and ....broke.
It was immensley traumatising.
I couldn't condition my hair because I didn't have A BLOODY SHOWER TO SHOWER OFF THE CONDITIONER.
Do you have ANY idea how traumatising that is? To me and my lovely luxurious (but now a tad dry) mane?!?

I'm a firm believer that the morning often sets the tone for the rest of the day -
bad morning = bad day.
good morning = good day.

I'm the sort of person whose sleeping system kicks in if I've been incredibly upset or scared..well, I slept today for a good 4 hours in the afternoon (something I can NEVER do, unless I've been heavily medicated or badly upsetted). If you doubted the severity of lack of conditioning, well doubt no more.

I went to get my eyebrows done today...once again immensely worrying time for me coz I usually do my brows myself and because the first time my mom pushed me into doing it, I had uneven brows for weeks.
Well.
The threading hurt like a bitch, but the good news is I look splendid! Just in time too..I've got a wedding to attend on Sunday and I hope to draw any poor, unsuspecting men into my web of seduction. It's all in the eyebrows.
We shall see. I shall silently and subtley seduce. You shall be updated. This time I won't have uneven eyebrows to foil my evil, seductive plan.

And this is the straw that broke the camels back.
I've been patiently waiting for Season 3 and 4 of Star Trek: The Next Generation, to download.
Both were 94% done...I check the progress about an hour back and.....it's gone. They were both gone.
Poof.
Vanished.
Dematerialised.
Transported.
Into thin air.

I am THIS close to snapping.
Seriously.
Shower breaking, I can handle.
Not conditioning my hair for the first time is eons, I can handle.
Mind-numbing-excruciating pain while my brow hairs are being plucked and plinked out, I can handle.
Star Trek episodes going from 94% back to ZERO- I CAN'T HANDLE.

I'm going to bed.

Oh all these INTERRUPTIONS!

2006-04-25T16:09:00.000+08:00

You know you have major attention-span issues when you have an exam tomorrow and yet you find the lines on your palm more interesting that the stuff thats in the textbook.
It's been a shitty start to the week..I'm smack-bang in the middle of my exams and I CAN'T SEEM TO GET ANY STUDYING DONE!!!

So I'd like to assign the blame to things/people other than me (What?? It's NEVER my fault!*pfft*)

1) The weather - It's 4pm, the sun is supposed to be shining hard but it looks like it's friggin' 8pm. AND it's raining AND it's cold. Now HOW is one supposed to study when you have sleepy weather like that. YOU TELL ME.

2) I am so bloody STOKED for my upcoming Australia trip (yes AGAIN!) I can't get enough of that place and the lovely people there. Of course planning a trip like this requires a lot of planning and researching and day-dreaming. Once again- not my fault. (Oh shut up and nod.)

3) Kelso- he demands to be let into my room and then proceeds to make puppy eyes and stretches and rolls on his back (and he does this cute little thing where he pretends like he's digging the ground and sneezes when he's pissed off that nothing's being dug up...) ANYWAY the point is- I can't ignore him! It might emotionally/psychologically scar him for life! I HAVE to take a few minutes (hours) off to play with him.

4)Mom comes in and tells me that windbag Uncle M wants one picture of me to send to his nephew. I make the mistake of casually mentioning it to Dev who proceeds to laugh for a good 15 minutes. "Mahi..do you know why I'm laughing?? He wants ONE picture. JUST ONE. You have like a MILLION! It'll take you a month to choose the right picture- left profile? front profile? side profile? full length? half body? coloured? Black and white? candid? formal?"
Har-dee-har-har, funny man. Once again, I can't study because I too am too busy laughing my ass off coz IT'S TRUE- I COULDN'T choose one pic! I asked dad for his opinion and he's like "stop annoying me."
pfft. FINE. DON'T BLAME ME IF I SPEND ALL THAT STUDY TIME LOOKING FOR A PIC.

5) All my study notes have tiny little dialogue sessions/doodles. They are INCREDIBLY distracting.

6) Mom keeps interrupting me to tell me or ask me for goss. Once again I CANNOT be disrespectful to an adult (especially my mom) and tell her to buzz of. My parents raised a good kid, ok? So....we gossip and have some coffee.

7) I am in collaboration with someone to start a new something. More on that later. I don't really spend that much time on this collabo, but I am running out of excuses..

8)......um....my airconditioner is too cold.

OKAY OKAY I'M GOING NOW.

(wish me luck)

Blogger- SUCK IT.

2006-04-23T21:26:00.000+08:00

You know whats really funny?
When you spend a good hour typing out a long, serious, well-written post and then you go to highlight everything, and then you press ctrl+c to copy it and then your hand accidentally hits the 'delete' button. Ha ha! I guess using keyboard shortcuts in the dark isn't such a time-saver after all, huh?

Okay that's not funny at all.

I hate you blogger. Why can't you get with the program and have an autosave feature.

Guest Blogger : 10 Truths About Mahi

2006-04-19T18:41:00.000+08:00

In the spirit of going further to improve this blog in the hope that you- my dearlovelysweethot readers, will continue to have a good laugh at your stay here, I- Mahi, have decided that TLSITE (that's 'The Lazy Shall Inherit The Earth' for the acronym-ically challenged) is going to have guest blogger every now and then.

He is a fellow left-profiler (read: he has a bent nose too), a witty man, a ladies man and sometimes..even a man's man.
(lol.)

Without further ado..
I present to you- Dev, over from 'A Song Called Everything' with an entry titled : '10 Truths About Mahi'
(And since this is my blog, my comments are in italics)

10 Truths about Mahi

Guest Blogger: Dev

10) Laziness - As her blog title proclaims, Mahi is truly lazy. Currently sitting at 22 years of age without ever holding a permanent job, she plans to marry rich and "help out" around the house. We call it lazy, she calls it old-fashioned.

[Hello? Temp Jobs? And I call it 'being practical' :P]

9) Artistic - With all that "free" energy left from not holding any responsibilities, Mahi does possess rather creative talents. Her skills lie in her ability to sketch life-like images, but she strangely focuses a lot on naked female body parts...

[Females look more nice and are more interesting to draw. Sorry men..you guys are way too hairy and have way too many ...'dangly bits' it ruins the picture.]

8) Singing abilities - In addition with her artistic talents, Mahi can sing - Rather well. She's not shy about it either. Be prepared for an opening solo-sung "theme" on this website in the near future by Mahi herself.

[Can't argue. I DO sing rather well. :P]

7) Dress Sense - Over the years Mahi has exhibited rather interesting fashion trends from Leopard tights (eeks), to backpack purses. With a body that's built to flaunt it, Mahi rarely does (in front of her parents at least), but even the most innocent of tops require an array of pins and double sided tape to avoid you-know-what. I talk from experience! Its interesting she hasnt yet started dressing up her dog.

[The leopard tights were for a 'Spice Girls' lookalike-competition. Don't ASK. Thank you for the compliment Dev! =D And dogs shouldn't be dressed! That's just cruel..but chihuahuas deserve it.]

6) Her dog - Mahi's beloved Kelso (aka Tesco...aka dumb blonde dog) possesses the mental intelligence to match its owner. Kelso's ability to grow vast voluminous hair, stare blankly at anything, bark at anyone annoying her and be wildly attracted to random strangers - makes it a good partner in crime to Mahi. Rumour has it that if Mahi could teach Kelso how to change the channel, she would.

[...change the channel..fetch my shoes..get the door..flush the toilet..lol. I fell off the chair reading this one..its freakishly true!]

5) Star trek - For those that don't already know, Mahi has successfully watched 4 different shows of Star Trek each with about 4-7 series each. this is about 360 hours (or 15 straight days non-stop). Yes, she is a trekkie. And yes - she can do that Spock-hand thing saying "live long and prosper". Tip: for her next birthday she really wants a Star Trek Outfit!

[The outfits are sexy. I reckon I'd look good in it.]

4) Blogging - After completing her one-year anniversary, Mahi has successfully recruited a world-wide audience that seem to comment within 10 mins of any new post. Her new hobby assists her secret climb to fame as she attempts to be the number 1 blogger in Singapore. Mahi's only concern is "what will happen if my future in-laws read my blog??"

[Oye! I'm perfectly fine with not being No.1 Blogger! But I do fear that the day will come when my in-laws google me and find out more than I bargained for...*gulp*]

3) MSN - Recently its been discovered that at any one time Mahi will at least have 250 people ONLINE on her MSN list. This is hardcore. Yet she stills manages to always say "hello ensign" to me each morning.. With the hours spent watching star trek and chatting online, Mahi's ass has evolved to now fit the shape of her chair to allow sitting for indefinite periods of time without loss of circulation.

[Dev, dev, dev! Not ONLINE..just 250 on my list! AND DID YOU JUST CALL MY ASS...special? Awwwww]

2) Men - A rather unlucky area for Mahi. Like 22 year old champagne, Mahi is ready to pop. Unfortunately Mahi possesses the very common female condition of "confused-woman". Which is when she rejects guys that like her and chases men that don't pay any attention to her. So suggest your friends, your family members (ie. Brothers), yourselves (if available) for this worthy cause. Additionally, refer to point 10 if possible.
[LOL. I'm ready to Pop. Oh boy. And yes...guard your single, hot male relatives. They can run but they can't hide heh heh heh]

1) A Friend Indeed - As most of you will agree - Mahi is a valued friend. From crisis to celebration, from tequila shots to whinging online, from a walk in the park to a dance on the floor. She's always there (in person or online). Thanks for your friendship Mahi - and your hilarious (but sometimes too-long) blog entries. Keep up the good work and we look forward to more riveting blogs!

[Thanks! =D]

Cheers,

Dev

***

Thank you Dev! Looking forward to more hilarious, thought-provoking posts from you in the near future

Keep it up!

*Addendum - Technically, since Dev wrote this post, he should be the one replying to the commenters too..so if you want you may address any comments to him

[But I'll reply too coz it's MY blog. nyaaah.]

Sorrow and Strength

2006-04-17T09:06:00.000+08:00

To say it's been a disturbing week, would be an understatement.

Arpu's grandmother, was a lovely, quiet woman who never said much to us whenever we came over, but she would always walk into the kitchen to see if we were eating well, or if we needed more food ( we SO don't eat like birds, trust me). That was her way of showing us how much she loved us.
We would greet her with a loud "Hello Auntyji!"and she in turnwould greet us with a small smile, shake her head and laugh everytime I spoke in my hopeless-atrocious-disasterous-broken Hindi peppered with dramatic lines from Hindi soap operas or films.
It had always been like that since the past 6-7 years.

She passed away last Tuesday due to numerous complications. This was just one day after Mink and I had visited her at the hospital. Her mind was amazingly sharp, even through the morphine she remembered us - "Arpeeta ki saheliyaan" (Arpeeta's friends). And the next morning, we got the sad news.

The rest of the week went by in a blur- Arpeeta flying down from Melbourne, phone calls, the funeral, the tears, the formalities, the immense immense sorrow that hung in the air. The sorrow was truly heartbreaking. Keep in mind, the grandparents had lived with Arpu's family ever since her dad had got married.
The men in the family grieved the most. Men who walked straight and tall, now looked literally broken. Men who kept a calm composure even during the most trying of situations, knelt to touch her feet and then completely lost all that carefully built up composure- they were just children once again, crying for their mother. There was no need to keep up any walls or masks, it was all irrelevant at this moment in time.

How do you stop a heart from breaking?

I don't really know what this entry is for..maybe it's my way of dealing.
The grief was overwhelming but I didn't shed a tear..don't get me wrong, I badly wanted to cry with them, but I just couldn't. When I hugged the family members, I wished I could just...cry so that perhaps they knew how sad I was for them.
Not crying doesn't mean you don't care any less, right?
When people said that I was strong, I wanted to disagree- I didn't have to control myself or anything..
I. just. couldn't.

I didn't cry when my paternal grandmother passed away either But then again, I've always been one of those people who suffers from slow-reaction. Perhaps later on in time, something will act as a catalyst and then I can grieve in the way I want to.

As for Arpu..now SHE'S strong..truly one of the strongest people I've ever known. And I'm glad I met her in this lifetime.
I've always maintained that Arpu and I are cosmic sisters born to different families.
She being the older (nevermind if I'm a year older), practical, responsible one and me being the bratty, idealistic, annoying sister (who borrows stuff without asking and bugs her for lifts)
Sorry Arpu but you're stuck with me! =D

My poor parents...if only they knew that they got stuck with the weirder one. =)

Rest in peace Naniji.

Putting the "A" in 'essAy Assignment' =D

2006-04-10T20:03:00.000+08:00

Mahi's Guide to Enhancing Student-Tutor Relationships

- Talk to the tutor- And I don't mean 'answer', I mean 'TALK'. Ask him how his day went. Ask him where he got his eyesore of a tee shirt from. Stuff like that. I know for a fact that tutors appreciate this.

- Smile at the tutor if you see him/her outside of class. We're not in primary school anymore. We're all adults here (well...most of us!)..and a smile can brighten up anyones day, didn't you know?

- Speak up in class- Singaporeans reading this probably know what I'm talking about..the whole class keeps quiet, waiting for someone to bail them out whenever a question is posed.
Why? It's not a bloody interrogation!
I get so annoyed when everyone just clams up. Too scared to draw attention? Okay, no problem, let me bail you out. It just gives me an avenue to show how much more memorable, extroverted and funnier I am than you. "Oh Look. There goes the Ray-of-Sunshine answering all the bonus questions."
Well-Too-damn-bad-for-YOU.

- Answer INTELLIGENTLY- If you don't have a clue, DON'T answer and make an ass out of yourself. Major brownie points are lost this way. Sure, it starts off funny but it just ends in a mess (much like my love life =D)

- Flirt. It's quite funny and it brings in a surprising amount of ease in a tutor-student relationship but needless to say, dont cross the line and um...don't go all 'basic instinct' on him/her (coz I have a feeling thats probably illegal in quite a few places)
Here's an example -
Tall, rather cute girl walks upto her tutor after a lecture and asks if she can collect her graded essay back. Tutor says she can, but she could also just wait for the tutor to collect it for her and return it during class, thereby saving her the trouble of going herself. Girl says "Thanks!" and smiles. Tutor smiles, winks and says "There's a labour fee for that.."
Girl looks over shoulder, smiles and says "Okay, any drink from the canteen is on me."
See! Simple, fun and juuuuust a teeensy weensy bit of flirting. It's not even that obvious, but it's there!
And for GOD'S SAKE. DON'T keep prolonged eye contact and/or lick your lips lasciviously.
Coz thats like..SO tacky.
(In case anyone was wondering - This pseudo-flirting was done AFTER the paper was graded, and um..Tall, rather cute girl gets an "A". Hypothetically speaking, of course.)

Oh boy. I so flirted my way to an "A".
(Or I could have just got the grade through my own merit, but we all know ~~how I like to make myself sound so wanted~~ what a gorgeous, seductive being I am! :P)

Happy Birthday Blog!

2006-04-06T19:03:00.000+08:00

Happy Birthday Blo-og,
Happy Birthday Blo-og!
Happy Birthday Dear Blo-oggggg
Happy Birthday to you!

Wowie. I CANNOT believe it's been a year since I started whining/complaining, and you suckers actually went along with it!
=D
Hehe kidding! You know I love you guys (except for the few, rare anonymous Mahi-Haters...I hate you bastards. Go suck an egg.)

"What's happened in a year?" you ask?
Well, Let's take a walk down Memory Lane, shall we?

Let's see..It all started on the 7th of April..my first ever ( and when I look back on it- TOTALLY lame) blog entry.
I finally managed to articulate how much I love my mom and dad, despite our ever going love/hate relationship.
Blogged about the weirdest thing Roohi has ever done, involving two strange men, a train and ghosts.
Realised how annoying/entertaining kids can be.
Had my first ever god-awful job but then had another pretty nice job too.
Talked about boob-cakes and porn.
Reached new heights of Narcissism =D (and loved EVERY minute of it.)
Finally demonstrated what a real lazy ass-no good-cheap friend I really am.
Kelso lost the right to celebrate Father's Day. Forever and ever.
Lovingly wrote about my most vivid memory in Lagos (involves large amounts of rice and pigeon shit)
Relived Melbourne Memories =)
Briefly (VERY briefly) gave up alcohol.
Understood Death a little better..
Understood Love a little better....ooor maybe not!
Understood Friendship a little better.
Met the man who got me so steamed and hot and bothered (in a good way), that my glasses fogged up in the theatre.
Realised (with surprise) that computer geeks got me hot and bothered. Kinky!
Men, Men, Men.*Pfft*
REALLY thought about the concept of 'home' and 'family' was to me..and realised I have a new Bollywood crush. =D
Whined about how my birthday was gonna suck, but pleasantly surprised it actually turned out not-so-sucky!
Let all of you see what a terrible haircut (haircutS?) I had when I was a kid.
Realised relatives can be real assholes.

Aaaaand finally, realised that blogging is not for losers. =P

One year on...I'm still lazy and still loving it!

The Lazy SHALL Inherit the Earth, Baby, YEA!

Goddamned Template, I'm a Moron and Titty Talk.

2006-04-04T14:04:00.000+08:00

'Tis with a heavy heart I write this...

Due to VIOLENT objections, I have decided to change my template yet again.

Actually the other day I accessed my blog via a PC at my uni library and when it opened I actually went "Say wuuuuuuuut?!" (in falsetto).

It was COMPLETELY wonky!

Now I know why some of you have had such negative responses towards it!
(I'm sure it has nothing to do with the flower or the bright colours, and if it IS too flower-y for you, then...sod off.)

So yes..back to the good ol' drawing board.
Stay tuned..and contrary to what my tone might be, I DO appreciate the feedback.

***

Now as many of you might know, I spend a good hour and a half travelling to uni, and another good hour and a half travelling back home.

That's a total of 3 hours.

But it's fine..coz I enjoy thinking/daydreaming and listening to my music..and most importantly I don't have to worry about making futile/annoying conversation..so it's all good..
EXCEPT-
when you spend all that time travelling and in the end you realise that your classes have, in fact, been cancelled.
Or as I'm realising now- you've mixed up your Tuesday timetable with Monday's.

So I waited outside my class..no one turned up.
And it sorta occured to me that the WHOLE class (including the tutor) couldn't possibly be 15 minutes late..in fact I'm the one who's always 15 minutes late.

Ladies and Gentlemen, the moral of the story is, if you keep skipping your Tuesday classes, God WILL find a way to mess with your head and make you pay (by making you wake up early, travel and then ultimately feel like an IDIOT.)
I swear...I could just picture God chuckling, pointing at me and going "Luh-oooooosah!"

*Mahi shakes a fist*

***
At the Dinner Table -

Mom: This dish that Aunty X sent.. is awful!
Dad: So tell her then.
Mom: No I can't that's so mean!
Dad: Okay..
Mom : But maybe I should tell her. If she doesn't like dishes that I send over she says "Oh P! Honestly, That dish tasted TERRIBLE..I couldn't even swallow it." Can you believe it??
Dad: So tell her then!
Mom: Ya. I'm going to tell her! It's my revenge! Hee hee
Mahi : -while eating, mumbles- Yes..tit for tit. -chuckles to herself-

Mom and Dad: -silence-
Mahi: What? Why ya'll lookin' at me like that?
Dad: She worries me sometimes.
Mom: -nods-

Mothers, Flu Shots and Stinkiness.

2006-04-01T10:19:00.000+08:00

Mahi is faintly annoyed and amused.
This is because Mahi had to wake up at 7am on a bloody Saturday morning to go with her mum and brother for a flu vaccine.

Aahh the flu vaccine. 'Tis a curious thing, this vaccine is.

It's highly recommended for people above the age of 65.
You might still get the flu even though you are vaccinated.

So basically I'm being injected with the dead flu virus, that may or may not guarantee that I'll never get the flu.
Such is life.

I bloody hate injections.

There was a lot of nervous laughing from my side as the nurse prepared the needle
"Wow, haha, that's a really big needle! Haha!"
"Haha, I really hate needles you know.."
"Haha ohh don't try and distract me! I'm studying psychology, Haha I know what you're gonna -ooowwwwwwwwwww"

So anyway, my brother and I both got jabbed on our right arms (coz we're lefties) and I wisely kept my distance from Mom.
You see, experience has taught me that my Mom gets violent when she's amused.
Having me AND my brother almost always amuses her coz we're both such a barrel of laughs.

Right.
Anyway, I wisely kept my right arm out of Mom's reach, my brother wisely didn't.

Brother: Yea so S's friend is half Australian and Half African.
Mom: Ohh ok!

5 minutes later

Mom: So S's friend is Aboriginese right?
Brother: -Incredulous look- Mom. Seriously? I just told you 5 minutes back he's half Aussie and half African..
Mom: Oh!! Hahahaa! -thumps brother on right shoulder-
Brother: -Incredulous look- MOM!! SERIOUSLY?!?!!?
Mom: Oh!!! You had your jab there! Hahahaha!

As she was chuckling away she came towards me, raised her arm to thump me and I just went "Ohh don't even think about it."

I sometimes seriously wonder if my Mom is a blonde. (Sorry to all the blonde's reading this.)

She once called over a bunch of her friends and their husbands.
Aunty N's husband, Uncle P started one of those deep, serious political talks.
Everyone was listening rapt..well almost everyone.

I glanced over at Mom and Aunty N, and saw their eyes glazing over.
5 minutes into it, Mom suddenly chirps:
"N..What time are you waking up tomorrow??"
"I think around 6.30am I think!"

Uncle P looked like he was gonna pop a vein-
"SERIOUSLY?! I'm having a deep conversation here..how can you interrupt like that??"

I thought I was gonna pop a vein trying not to laugh at all their expressions!
Mom just laughed and thumped Aunty N.

***

On a completely different note- I always wondered if it just my bad luck that stinky people ALWAYS end up sitting next to me on the bus, but yesterday..I was convinced luck had nothing to do with it.

It's a friggin' conspiracy I tell you.
I swear. EVERY SINGLE PERSON who sat next to me stank like they had shat themselves+not taken a bath in days.

What?
Is it me?
Do I wear a sign saying : Stinky People, Please come Sit with Me
Am I overly sensitive to smell?
Is it a case of 'birds of a stinky feather, flock together?'
-Mahi sniffs herslef-
No. It's NOT me.

What gives?
I don't get it.

A normal conversation between Mahima and Dev.

2006-03-29T10:57:00.000+08:00

-Begin Conversation-

Dev says:
u watchin Battlestar Galactica yet??
im up to season 2 finale! its sooo good!

Mahima says:
hehe noo devster i havent watched yet...exams are nearing

DS says:
excuses!
shame on u!

Mahima says:
nooo
im serious mate

Dev says:
mahi - so lazy she cant even be bothered watching a tv show.
now THATS LAZY

Mahima says:
lol
new heights of laziness,even for ME.
hahaha
no no its just that,ive got a shitload of work to do,and im really knackered at the end of the day

Dev says:
And its not like u have a job/bf/extensive studies/sport =P

Mahima says:
OOH THANKS ALOT ASS
i hope u get diarrhea from arpus cooking.

Dev says:
HAHAHA
in fact,what do u DO mahi??
what exactly do u DO for 16 hrs a day??
LOL

Mahima says:
u know its weird
my parents ask me the exact same thing
its like time just swishes by, and i look at the clock and go "say wuuuuuuut?" *falsetto*

Dev says:
"what shall i blog about next"
"ooo 5 pm.....toilet time!!"

Mahima says:
5pm toilet time??
thats like so bad for ure body man
its a bad habit

Dev says:
hahah, ur quite a mystery.
for someone that has a lot of time,u dont do much!

Mahima says:
hey i do a lot ok.
look im like sooo way ahead of guys.
im spending time doing some valuable envisioning for the future,i am psychically making the world a better place.

Dev says:
.

Mahima says:
shit even i dont believe that

Dev says:
hahahah loser

Mahima says:
ure the lamer who went to a bollywood dance class for WOMEN

Dev says:
shutup.

-End Conversation-

This sort of thing goes on for hours sometimes. And then we end up making fun of Arpu :P
(I hope she doesnt read this.)

Aaah good times, good times!

=D

***
Apoorva - Many, many Happy returns of the Day!
I'm glad I met a friend like you.
God Bless Blogspot!

Mahi is feeling ZEN (and theres a tag too.)

2006-03-20T22:08:00.000+08:00

Let's get to business, shall we?

1.Thou art allowed to have that brownie.
Look. This is how it is. We women suffer. We are often in agony. Men are often one of the reasons why. So is procreation. We suffer for it. If that means eating that last brownie will alleviate our pain (slightly), then eat it we shall, dammit! (The same may apply for pies, cakes, etc.)

2. Thou shalt not covet thy friend's man.
Because 1)It's gross
2)It's gross
3)It's gross
4)Jay..are you listening?

3. Thou shalt absolutely not put Tomato chunks and Pineapple bits on my pizza.
Now I may not speak for everyone (and I have a feeling I often don't.) but it just seems wrong. Like a chimp and a human mating- In theory it seems possible..but it's just (for lack of a better word) GROSS. It should never be allowed to happen! Tomato chunks on their own- Fine. Pineapple bits on their own - Fine. Together ON pizza - not Fine.

4. Thou art allowed to lust after hotness.
It's what I often enjoy doing. 'Nuff said. Be happy, be sexy - Lust away.

5. Thou can indulge. Thou SHOULD indulge.
Do you really want to live to be a 100 and realise on your deathbed that you spent so much time avoiding stuff to live long, that you never really LIVED at all?

6. Thou shall excercise thine rights of being a disgruntled customer.
Ordering a pizza = $25
Pizza getting delivered on time = Awesome
Brother opening cover, seeing Lasagna instead and screaming = Hilarious
Realisation that you're hungry = Annoying
Calling pizza place = Faintly irritating
Having original, now cold, order being delivered = SUPER pissing off
Calling pizza place and being assured you'll get another piping hot one = Deja Vu and Woohoo!
Having 2nd free pizza delivered = Empowering. There is justice.
Checking if pizza people spat on my pizza before eating = Common sense.

7. Thou shalt not stoop down and get your hands dirty.
No name calling. No below the belt remarks. No back stabbing.
Ever. No matter how bad it gets. Nothing hurts as much as indifference does =)

8. Thou shalt not remain with joy-vampires
This is so incredibly important, it's not even funny. Don't hang around someone if he/she makes you more sad than happy. It ruins you and it's wrong. Get out of it NOW. You don't owe anyone an explanation, you don't owe 'em apologies.

9. Thou shalt expect the worst, but pray for the best.
No one needs their hopes to be up and then crashed. Expectations lead to disappointment. Eliminate expectations and logically, you eliminate disappointment. But don't forget what is rightfully yours. Aim. But like..don't aim to be the captain of the next star ship, coz people will just call you nuts.(Trust me on this.)

10. Thou shalt absolutely NOT lead other people on.
People, people, people. One word - Karma.

And Finally
11. Thou shalt fall in love
Over and over again, as many times as you want, with as many people as you like. Fallen in love with someone you've just met? It happens.
Fallen in love with a friend? It happens too.
Fallen in love with a model you don't know? Happens.
Fallen in love with the scumbag who keeps making passes at you? Yup
Fallen in love with the guy who never takes his eyes off you? Happens.
Just be careful about what you do about it. Coz more often than not, you can't undo it.

And Now for 4WD's tag:

1) What kind of car/ bike person are you? This includes bicycles
-Any car that moves from Point A to Point B and has an air-conditioner is my kinda car. But having said that, the Carver looks SUPER cool!

2) You opinion : Why are all men turned on by women that dig other women, when the man in question is not even in the picture?
Good question. I think women are just honestly sexy things to look at. I'm sorry men, but we are. So in this case..two is better than one and you men are too engrossed to even realise you're not in the equation =)

3) You've been in a relationship for 2 years, and you realise you're not in love. What do you do? Be honest, or find some way to pin the blame on your soon to be ex.
Be honest.You gotta rip the band aid off sometime right? Better now than later. Either that or plant a few strands of blonde hair on his shirt and accuse him of being unfaithful..=D yea I'd do that!

4) Which is your favourite pair of shoes. Why?
My white expensive strappy ones. Sexy as hell.

5) What is the best way to bring up a conversation with your significant other about a threesome?
We're assuming I'd want one? Okay..
"Honey, every now and then, it's good to spice things up, agreed? Good. Now..oh look! I got you your favourite video! Yes..it's THAT one ;) Speaking of the video..I have this crazy idea.........."

6) Did you ever run away from home?
No! I'd miss Kelso and my PC too much.

8) Is it true that rum doesn't leave hangovers?
*Perks up* Re-e-e-e-ee-ally? Interesting that is..I'll try it out in copious amounts and get back to you!

Thanks 4wd! That was fun..and very thought-provoking!