"It's gonna be legend -... wait for it.. and I hope you're not lactose intolerant because the second half of the word is DAIRY"!!
You've gotta love Neil Patrick Harris and HIMYM! :P
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Drunkeness!
It was an absolute riot to watch the top notch GM's at work getting DRUNK on BEER! I lurrvvee Zara's and I'm soo gonna have my awesome bachelorette/hen night there!
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Pls God, I'd like my life to be sans DRAMA!
Yup, you heard me right! There's been quite some amount of drama going in ma vie off late. For now, I'd like my life without any drama... Im perfectly serious!!
Friday, October 15, 2010
I'm pissed off!
I don't like to work on a day off - for that matter, nobody does - especially when it's a long weekend. I'm sitting at my work desk and blogging - and nobody can say I'm slacking, coz you know what, I'm not even supposed to be here today! Hee Haw! I'm sure this post doesn't make any sense to you, but you know what? It doesn't to me, either! I'm just wayyyy irritated, bored and angry that I've been forced to come in to work today when I'd planned to chill at home! What better way to vent than to write on my fave blog? :) But seriously, I've been out since 9:30 am and its annoying the heck outta me.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Blame it on him!
Facebook asked me to spill what's on my mind but I'd rather say it here - Stupid Cupid! Why can't you ever leave me alone?! On second thoughts, maybe not! What would life be without butterflies in my stomach, love and romance? :P I cannot, for some strange reason, stop smiling tonight!! :-)))
Monday, September 20, 2010
Oh, Sne! :-(
I'm way depressed tonight and no, its got nothing to do with me or my life. Just heard that my little sissy didn't get through her final year BDS paper in college - and let me tell you a little bit about her. Sne's about 3 years younger than I am. We're first cousins. We're both only kids to our parents and hence we grew up together like own siblings. I'm incredibly fond of her and very very protective of her. When we grew up, Sne always topped - right from kindergarten to primary to high school to higher secondary and she made her way through to a premier dental college in Chennai. Not just academics, Sne was all over the place. Sne was an awesome athlete, good singer, dancer, she was the school head girl etc etc - You get the drift - She's always been a topper, a super talented child - in my lingo, a STAR! Even though I lived away from her for almost 4 years, things didn't change as much. We still talked, we started where we left off. Tonight's a rude rude shock for our entire fam - Amma's voice was so shaky when she talked about it tonight. I am unable to believe it - of course, its not such a big deal. People fail in college. Professional courses are tough. Maybe its because of all the hype that surrounded Sne. She was to be our first "doc" in the family and we'd even planned where to throw her a party. That's how optimistic we were about her passing her exams. Anyway, I just talked to her and we talked for barely 2 seconds - she couldn't even control her emotions. I wished I could be with her tonight - give her a nice, big, tight hug. If there's one thing that my family has taught me, its to stand by our loved ones throughout, especially in times like these. Just to let my baby sister know that I'm there for her and that she's going to get through these 6 ridiculously tough months of her life. I'm positive something "awesome" is awaiting you around the corner - love you Sne, stay strong, I know you'll fight this out. Muah!
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
All about being a Drama Queen!
I'm mentioned in the papers! No not that way silly, what I meant was there was a write up on "Drama Queens" in the Metro Plus this morning - Couldn't resist posting that here! For all those ignorants out there, read on to find out what a true drama queen is! :P On that note, Happy Birthday Shan! Have a wonderful day!! :)
Courtsey: The Hindu(Metro Plus - 15th September 2010)
Drama queens (or kings; this is certainly not restricted to the fairer sex) must live life as if all the world really were a stage, and the spotlight were perennially shining upon them. Any event at any time of the day can be cause for Drama — no happening is too trivial or small. What the rest of the world shrugs off as minor irritants, the drama queen must turn into grand Shakespearean tragedy. “The milk boiled over!” “Oh the horror, the horror!” “You missed the bus?” The agonising pain of it all…!
What drama queens needs most of all is, naturally, an audience. In any emotionally charged situation, they must find a way to be the centre of attention, whether it's warranted or not. In other words, become the bystander who bursts into hysterical sobs or faints away dramatically at the scene of an accident or crime and has to be comforted / sedated / revived, etc. (while the actual victim sits huddled sadly on the sidelines!). Or, the guy throwing a massive temper tantrum for having been kept waiting for 15 minutes at a Government office, while about 100 others around him have been waiting in quiet resignation for the last several hours.
Perhaps, the greatest pleasure in a drama queen's life is the re-telling (and re-living) of these moments of great personal strife and tragedy. An audience, therefore, is once again a prerequisite, and the more credulous, the better. Because with each telling, the tale must get more and more improbably dramatic, and the drama queen's own role must get more and more tragic / heroic, until it loses touch with reality altogether. Being a stickler for the truth is a strict no-no.
That's why drama queens must always have their own posse (P. Diddy has nothing on them) — after all, they need to have a mobile audience unit with them at all times to provide round-eyed responses to their stories and / or splash cold water on their faces when the histrionics go overboard. And what's in it for the posse, you ask? Well, they revel in all that constant drama — it's like being part of a real life soap opera, and the gossip never runs dry.
When drama queens / kings run short on ‘real' audience members (even the posse tires at times), they can turn to the virtual. The possibilities are endless online — dramatic Facebook status updates! Cryptic tweets about (vaguely hinted at) tragic events! And to the big one, darkly emotional diary entries on the blog! And, soon the Internet audience is clamouring for more. What could be more satisfying?
Courtsey: The Hindu(Metro Plus - 15th September 2010)
Drama queens (or kings; this is certainly not restricted to the fairer sex) must live life as if all the world really were a stage, and the spotlight were perennially shining upon them. Any event at any time of the day can be cause for Drama — no happening is too trivial or small. What the rest of the world shrugs off as minor irritants, the drama queen must turn into grand Shakespearean tragedy. “The milk boiled over!” “Oh the horror, the horror!” “You missed the bus?” The agonising pain of it all…!
What drama queens needs most of all is, naturally, an audience. In any emotionally charged situation, they must find a way to be the centre of attention, whether it's warranted or not. In other words, become the bystander who bursts into hysterical sobs or faints away dramatically at the scene of an accident or crime and has to be comforted / sedated / revived, etc. (while the actual victim sits huddled sadly on the sidelines!). Or, the guy throwing a massive temper tantrum for having been kept waiting for 15 minutes at a Government office, while about 100 others around him have been waiting in quiet resignation for the last several hours.
Perhaps, the greatest pleasure in a drama queen's life is the re-telling (and re-living) of these moments of great personal strife and tragedy. An audience, therefore, is once again a prerequisite, and the more credulous, the better. Because with each telling, the tale must get more and more improbably dramatic, and the drama queen's own role must get more and more tragic / heroic, until it loses touch with reality altogether. Being a stickler for the truth is a strict no-no.
That's why drama queens must always have their own posse (P. Diddy has nothing on them) — after all, they need to have a mobile audience unit with them at all times to provide round-eyed responses to their stories and / or splash cold water on their faces when the histrionics go overboard. And what's in it for the posse, you ask? Well, they revel in all that constant drama — it's like being part of a real life soap opera, and the gossip never runs dry.
When drama queens / kings run short on ‘real' audience members (even the posse tires at times), they can turn to the virtual. The possibilities are endless online — dramatic Facebook status updates! Cryptic tweets about (vaguely hinted at) tragic events! And to the big one, darkly emotional diary entries on the blog! And, soon the Internet audience is clamouring for more. What could be more satisfying?
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