Viva forever...

Are You Blessed?

2009-07-11T10:38:00.046+10:30

I was thinking to myself...

Everyone can 'look' beautiful, but not everyone can 'be' beautiful.

Also...

Everyone can 'move on' but not everyone can 'let go'.

Do you have anything to say about the above thoughts, or any such thoughts to share with me? Fill in these blanks then.

Everyone can ______, but not everyone can ______.

Think carefully, use your imagination, personal experiences and knowledge, and fill in the blanks. Let's learn from one another.

Have a good weekend guys!

PS: My sincere apologies for not being to your blogs lately, cos I was extremely busy at work and at home too...too many engagements, both work-wise and personal. At work I have been running around to clients' offices, and at home, I have been flat out with family and friends. Will visit you all as soon as I get some 'quality' time to blog ok. Take care and thanks for all the love here, even in my absence. It means alot to me.

Everyone can make you cry, but not everyone can make you laugh.

Everyone can leave, but not everyone can last.

Everyone can breathe, but not everyone can live.

Everyone can frown, but not everyone can smile.

Current Music: Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life (from Monty Python)

A Midsummer Night's Tears...

2009-07-08T14:34:00.025+10:30

I never dreamed you'd leave in Summer

I thought you would go then come back home

I thought the cold would leave by Summer

But my quiet nights will be spent alone...

You said there would be warm love in Springtime

That is when you started to be cold

I never dreamed you'd leave in Summer

But now I find myself all alone...

You said then you'd be the life in Autumn

Said you'd be the one to see the way

You know I never dreamed you'd leave in Summer

But now I find my love has gone away

Why didn't you stay?

Woke up to my alarm at 2:30am last night, sat infront of the TV for the next 3hrs watching the most touching memorial my spirit has ever known. I just choked up with tears at this particular song by Stevie Wonder - Never Dreamed You'd Leave in Summer...the song has an amazing touch that grips your soul and leaves you feeling every emotion in it. I was just bawling my eyes out til dawn. Paris Jackson you spoke very little my dear, but you spoke volumes for the world to know what a wonderful man your dad was.

For someone to touch so many hearts in every corner of the world and across all cultures , to break all barriers, to create such a massive emotional outburst, to stop the world and leave it feeling so very empty, to create such a hype, a man has to be very very special. Amen.

I never dreamed you'd leave in Summer... ... ...why didn't you stay?

Current Music: Never Dreamed You'd Leave In Summer by Stevie Wonder

A Silent Requiem...

2009-07-05T10:34:00.017+10:30

As a mark of respect and love, there wont be any new posts here til my fav humanitarian MJ is farewelled. I cannot seem to write anymore, I don't know why. Sorry guys. Words fail me and even though I wrote more than 1 tribute post to MJ, the pain doesn't seem to subside...it only seems to grow. And now I wanna remain silent. And his final rehearsal vid made me cry so much I have never cried that much in such a long time. I swear I don't want to see that vid again, it hurts so much...his wide, genuine and that beautiful trademark Jacko smile after the lights were dimmed, will haunt me for life.

There are other posts below that you can read until I start writing again. I have disabled comments on this one. Take care and LOVE one another, for the Love that MJ created both in his life and in his death has now been revealed to the world, and he united the world in his Death...embrace that Love. Live in love, appreciate people when they are around, hurt none, give without expecting, do something good for someone, be kind, be compassionate, let go, smile, reach out, forgive, be the bigger person, work on it, live for today, give thanks, be true to yourselves, stop existing and start living...

I'll see yous later.

A Place Where There's Space...

2009-07-03T13:45:00.004+10:30

As a die-hard fan of Jacko, I seem to be grieving indefinitely. I cannot express enough how very sad I have been feeling in the last few days and how much of a personal sense of loss his death is to me. I don't feel like doing anything and I'm not myself at all, and I know my b'day will never be the same again. I'm so disturbed by his death, I don't think I'll ever be the same again. A part of me died along with his death. You may be surprised cos I didn't know him personally...but I knew him on an emotional level through his music, dance and lyrics. His life, his passion, his fears, his love, his triumphs, his demons, his last few years, his death...they have all changed the way I see the world now. Yes rockstars can have such an effect on you cos some ARTISTS BRING LIFE TO LIFE. The Keshi that was pre-MJ's death is no more. Drama? Not really. Cos if you didn't grow up with his music, you'd never know how I feel would you? You don't know how it feels when MJ's music creeps into your body and soul do you? You don't know what it is to have his music running through your veins do you? A singer has never touched me this 'personally' through his music and lyrics...he wrote and sang life.

He is moonwalking to Heaven right now. I somehow find some small comfort in the fact that MJ has left a world where people didn't leave him alone...where sadly people chose not to see the greatness in him, instead to concentrate on his personal life. It's harder and takes more guts to trust someone than to assume things about them. But most people chose the easier option and made life hell for Jacko. He stood out in the crowd, and some people couldn't stand it. He not only made great music but he gave so much to Charity and to the world, and lived in Love. He was a great Humanitarian in every sense. Yet people who wanted to make money out of him used him to their advantage. It's appalling to realise what a sick world we live in...a world where some people would do anything for a quick buck and 15mins of fame and attention. I can't believe some people are still going on with sick jokes and judgements about him. All the rumors about his hair, his skin, his sexuality, his habits, his this and that...how does it matter to you?? Take a good look at your own selves before you point fingers at others. Just live and let live! And just STFU will ya. He's dead now...there's no need to kill a dead man, is there?

How do you say Goodbye to someone you don't want to say Goodbye to? I usually do it this way...I believe that they are going to a better place...a place that they will be happier and that they are leaving for the best. That's how I say Goodbye to someone I don't want to see leaving. Death is not a punishment...sometimes it can be the ultimate peace you waited for. Sometimes Nature has a way of claiming life when it's just better that way. I hope Jacko found Peace now. As much as I'm deeply saddened by his untimely death, I'm happy for him too...I'm happy that he's in a better place now...a place where there is space...where hearts are not small and love is not for sale. Where there is enough room for acceptance, forgiveness and unconditional love. He's at a higher state of being now, on a completely fresh plane of the spirit world. Goodbye MJ, you were one of a kind! Know that with all your ups and downs, you were just PERFECT. You really healed the world. Hopefully we will get to listen to your voice, watch your cool moves and dance with you again in another time, at another place. God bless your superenergetic and beautiful spirit! XOXO

Do you have enough space in your heart to accommodate someone that is not you? Does your heart have enough room for others? Is it a spacious place for love or is it cramped up with you alone? It doesn't take much to create some space for others...just a little space?

There's a place in
Your heart
And I know that it is Love
And this place could
Be much
Brighter than tomorrow
And if you really try
You'll find there's no need
To cry
In this place you'll feel
There's no hurt or sorrow

There are ways
To get there
If you care enough
For the Living
Make a little space
Make a better place...

Current Music: Heal The World by Michael Jackson

The Birth, Life & Death Of A Feeling...

2009-07-01T12:36:00.044+10:30

You decorated yourself with lies. You bought me with your fake persona. You promised me bullshit. You wasted my time. You lured me into believing you. And then one day, you just shed your mask. And I saw the beauty that wasn't you. I saw it falling apart...down to the floor, shaking the grounds and the very core of my heart. I saw it break into a million pieces. I picked up one piece, that had cut my skin and made me bleed...

It hurt for awhile. But today when I woke up, I couldn't find that longing in my heart for you anymore. It had left my being without my knowledge. Something that I thought would never leave me, had now expired. Something that I thought would haunt me for the rest of my life, had now left me in my sleep. Something that I tried to kill countless times, had now killed itself without any attempt from me.

Yes our desires, longings, wants and cries may go unheard today...people may hurt you again and again, and you may wonder why that it is so, and why it's happening only to you. And you may try to kill the feelings so very hard, you may do anything and everything to bury it and move on, but it returns to you the very next day. So you nurse it like a baby, you look forward to it's touch, you become the feeling and the feeling becomes you. You wait for it to switch on every single day the moment you wake up. You live by it no matter how much it hurts you. And it keeps repeating itself for days and months, and even years. But, one day you will wake up and realise it's gone. Gone for good. And you can't get it back even if you try to...even if you try feeling that way again. You may search your entire heart to catch that same feeling again, but it's not there anymore. At first, you struggle, you feel uncomfortable not feeling that way again. But you realise that it had decided to die on it's own...it had beaten itself to it's own demise. And you are free again. You can't even believe it!

I have become resilient to hurt. You will never get to me again. Every feeling has a birth and a death. Give it some time. Bask in it fully. And one day, it will be gone, just like that. And you are free to stand on your own 2 feet again. And when the same feeling returns on another occasion, you are better equipped to handle it this time. And you know that it will leave you again some day. So, don't shun your feelings, and don't depend on them too much either. For most of them are temporary...most of them has an expiry date, just like anything that's alive.

No one wants to be defeated
Show them how funky strong is your fight...
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, just beat it...

Current Music: Beat It by Michael Jackson

Take Me As I Am...

2009-06-29T13:34:00.064+10:30

(Note: for my tribute post to Jacko, please read last post)

Disclaimer: Please note that this post is not yet another post for my bday. I already did one last week :). This post is to highlight the importance of accepting one another for who they are and forgiving one another somehow. Please read the post before you comment. I don't want people to dimiss the message in the post at the sight of the cake. Thanks!

This is the lovely bday cake my cuz made for me...I love it, totally!

She first asked me if I wanted a particuar cake. I asked her to make anything she wanted, with what she knew about me so far...I asked her to use her imagination.

She came up with SHOES ofcourse! ;-) Isn't she brilliant? Manolo Blahniks on a neatly iced Pink cake...very girly and very KESHI to say the least ;-)

These are the 3 cakes that she made for me, my mum and another cuz...we all celebrated our bdays together yesterday at my cuzn T's place.

*click on pics to enlarge*

It was an amazing night. It was a 3-bday marathon that totally rocked! And yes, though I didnt want to have a party this year, my cousins and friends insisted that I had one and I'm glad I went. We had a great time...family, friends, great food, lots of sweet presents (omg I got a Versace perfume set too! And Lingerie *now I'd have to wear em and show em to myself!* and some other hot items as well...). And I wanna thank TT, Hemz, Krys, Jay and Suree for making beautiful bday blog posts for me last week, and for ALL your wishes here in my blog, emails, txts and calls! *TY n MWAH!*

And ofcourse Music. Wherever Keshi goes, Music follows too. Without Music, there won't be a Keshi. Last night at the party, it was 'strictly' Michael Jackson. There were countless times in my life when I didn't wanna get out of my car cos I wanted to finish listening to the MJ song that was playing in my car. Right now in my car CD-player, there's a MJ cd in there. I loved his music to death. So last night at the party, we all wanted to remember him, his music and yes we boogied the night away to his great dance numbers. Blame it on Jacko, cos he infected us with the dance virus and now we can't get rid of it! However, though I was at a party, I was feeling this very personal sense of loss and I couldn't get my mind away from his death. I know, that with his death, a part of me died too. In between my dancing, I cried. I always danced to forget...but last night, I danced to remember.

After MJ's death, I will never look at life under the same light again. There are alot of unanswered questions and alot of judgements. People talk about Jacko as if they never make a mistake in their entire lives. Jackson had feelings and a heart too, just like you and me. He's somebody's son, somebody's brother, somebody...just like you and me. The difference is he GAVE alot to the world and got nothing much in return. He still didn't care, he continued doing what he's best at doing. And if our personal lives and our every move were to be on the News, I'm sure we'd all be labelled 'crazy' too. No one has the right to judge another's personal life. We all have our likes, dislikes, ways, perferences, lifestyles, attitudes, wierdness, similarities, differences, the best and the worst. That means we are all the same on scales. So let's not play God. We are all human and being such a public figure, and living such a public life, I'm sure Jacko had his own share of demons to fight every single day...demons that people like us would never know of. I wonder why people can never accept someone 'different'. Is there some kind of strict code that people have to follow in life? I don't think so. We all get different challenges thrown at us in life, we all deal with them differently, we all have different views. Bite it folks, we may all be the same but we are all different. That's the beauty of this world.

Do you accept people for who they are? I do. You know why? Cos I myself make mistakes, may appear crazy to you, may be different, may have a life that's not just like your's...but this is me...this is my life. And I'd like to be accepted for who I am, and not for who you want me to be. Do you forgive people? I do. I give people second chances. Cos I'd like to be forgiven when I make mistakes too, cos I'm only human. And I know you are too. We can beat someone up endlessly for a mistake they did or for being different, but that doesn't make us any better than them. But if we choose to accept people for who they are, forgive one another, then really, that would make you a better person than many out there.

One day in your life, I hope you'll remember all the people you met in your life path, and be glad that you accepted them for who they were, and not for what you wanted them to be...

One day in your life
You'll remember the love you found here
You'll remember me somehow
Though you dont need me now
I will stay in your heart
And when things fall apart
You'll remember one day . . .

Current Music: One Day In Your Life by Michael Jackson

You Beat It Jacko!

2009-06-27T10:09:00.035+10:30

I grew up with his music. I grew up trying to moonwalk like him. I know almost ALL his songs and lyrics by heart. I always wanted to dance and move so smoothely like him. I admired him so very much. I respect and love his work from the ultimate core of my SOUL. His music took me through some of my toughest times. His song BEN (that I played often in my blog and very recently too) always made me feel that I'm not alone. His song BEAT IT brought out the devil-dancer in me. His song BAD made me feel it's ok to be me, with all my flaws. His song BLACK OR WHITE and HEAL THE WORLD revolutionised our Thinking. BILLIE JEAN is my ultimate 'move it' song. All of MJ's songs are a huge part of me now, that will live and die with me.

Jacko created a new dimension in Music...one that got etched in Music history, that belongs to him and him alone. Jacko is a Music legend no matter what people say about his personal life - not that it matters anyways. I have great respect for MJ & for his work, and I know that people who judge him can never achieve what he achieved in his short life. He is a genius. His work excelled all the negative publicity he got towards the end of his life. Those who cannot see his expertise are poorer for not being able to recognise his unique genetic brilliance.

He is Body, Soul, Rhythm, Precision, Technique, Brilliance, Performance, Dedication, Professionalism, Strength, Heat, Devotion, Passion, Talent, Charisma and LOVE. Jacko you beat it mate! WE LOVE AND MISS YA! The world is poorer today for losing you way before your time. Thank You for the great music and the passion that you brought to our lives! Your legacy will never die. There will never be another Jacko and there will never be another dancer like him. No one else in the world can MOVE like ya MJ! *lotsa tears*

I will be playing MJ songs for the next few posts as a tribute to one of my fav singers and performers ever.

People always told me be careful of what you do

And don't go around breaking young girls' hearts...

And mother always told me be careful of who you love

And be careful of what you do...

'cause the lie becomes the truth.

Current Music: Billie Jean by Michael Jackson

Somewhere I've Never Been...

2009-06-25T09:30:00.041+10:30

The Day I Flashed Myself To The Doctors!

Ok I know I'm vain but hey I aint superficial ok! Yes, that rather 'sentimental' day of the year has stumbled upon me again...it's my Birthday today! And I'm telling you all this cos I'm an average, selfish, attention-seeking humanbeing who would love to get some kisses, hugs and wishes on this day that I was born some 'aeons' ago! Atleast your Love would make me feel like a baby again and not some prehistoric dynasaur aging into extinction right? THANKS ALL IN ADVANCE for the Love on this day! ;-) Now are ya ready to learn how to love? Then read on...yes Keshi is giving you 'lectures' even on her birthday...deal with it.

Unplanning My Life...
Some of my friends asked me what my 'plans' were for today *I hardly PLAN anything anymore*. Some others asked me if I was going to 'throw' a party *wonder who would CATCH it*. Some asked me if I was going out at night with friends to 'celebrate' *ehh CELEBRATE what? The fact that I was born on this day or the fact that I'm still alive? I choose the latter*. A friend asked if I was gonna get pampered on this day with a nice haircut or a glam-doll look with a hot new outfit *I lookafter myself even on an ORDINARY day*. Actually I'm doing none of those things today. Woke up to some lovely surprises by mum and sis, and alot of txt msgs, cards, calls and whatnots from far far away. Kath, Cess, Ria, Kavi, Joyce, Maddy and Margie you guys were the first to wish me this year - THANKS for remembering me so dearly lovelies! I'm at work right now and the rest of the day will go as usual, but with floodgates of bday wishes opening very soon! My wonderful cousins and mates are planning a huge bday party for me on Sunday. I begged them not to but they insist that I attend it or they are gonna torture me with a cattle-prod! I think I will go.

A Year Younger Today...
I realise something new this year. Something 'fresh' and 'youthful' about me. With every birthday I seem to be getting 'younger';-). Surprised? Now don't get me wrong...I didn't mean that with every birthday I get a Botox done or that I end up looking like a Barbie doll with FF boobs that never stop being perky! Now that can never happen with Age anyways...our BODIES can only get older. But yes, our MINDS can get younger, that is if we want to. What I meant by getting younger with every birthday was, that my attitude and approach to life and people around me has become youthful and fresh...innocent and purer than before. Yes we can learn to be pure again, if we try. Now let me tell you WHERE I am today, after all these years of LIFE on Earth. Now I'm able to forgive easily than I used to be...I wonder why I couldn't do it before...I wonder why people so stubbornly hold on to their egos that might make them regret later...even I used to be like that before, but not anymore. Now I can apologise more easily too...I used to have a little bit of pride and take time to say Sorry...but now whenever I'm wrong, I say it out loud, just like how a kid would. Now I can apply that wonderful quote by Morrie Shwartz (in the book 'Tuesdays With Morrie') 'Love is the only rational act' to my life than I could before. When someone hurts me, I still get upset and react a little, but I seem to hold no grudges anymore..not for too long anyways. Now I seem to feel my emotions fully than I used to before...I used to run away from my emotions, as if they were a beast. Now I let them flow fully and I let them make me the person that I'm supposed to be...just like a child. I live it like it is. I'm a confident and honest woman, yet a sensitive and a blunt child. I'm 'living' more than I used to. I have realised the pangs of life that I often seem to have ignored...now I give them attention and just go with the flow...just like a careless kid, careless about what's around her and what people would think about her next move. I don't think and act 'collectively' anymore, just to be safe or to feel appreciated..I am myself, I make decisions alone and I'm not afraid of being laughed at. I trust people more than I used to...I don't force my opinion on them anymore and I trust that they can handle things themselves. I'm no longer afraid to show the sensitive side of me...I'm not going to pretend that I don't cry or that I'm not a drama queen. I have realised I'd rather be as soft as a child than as hard as a rock that never 'felt' anything. When I hear music I'd just get up and dance no matter where I am...for my mind cannot deny the rhythm it want my body to follow. I'm more responsive to people now, both loved-ones and total strangers...what is the value of life if you can't be responsive and pay attention to one another? Now I believe in the simple life than I used to...I see the beauty of living a normal day, even if it's my birthday, just doing some gardening, chatting to mum, having a good nap and taking a nice long bath. To me, that is a Celebration of Life. I don't have the perfect life but I know I do appreciate life every single day in a way that most people don't.

The Mind Lasts Longer And Is Stronger Than The Body...
With every year of Life that I have gained on Earth, I have mentally shed my 'adulthood' and gained 'youth' in quite a 'mature' way. With every physical change that has happened in me, I have gained mental substance. I no longer wish I was still 18 or 21. For why would I crave for a place I have already been to? I'm glad about 'where' I am today. I'm in a good place. I don't stand infront of the mirror and feel that I'm fat, old, look a lil less pretty than last year or that I need someone else around to make me feel special and loved. I stand infront of the mirror and see a woman who has grown alot through her experiences, one who loves herself no matter what people say, who is able to really smile through her tears, who loves her looks just the way they are with all the flaws and all, who knows that holding on too tightly to our physicalities, titles, pride and whatnots won't take her anywhere, who has somehow realised that Love is really the only rational act...just like how wise 'young' professor Morrie Shwartz had believed. I'm still learning but I have gained so much wisdom, strength, knowledge, love and light over the years, and I have only become 'youthful' towards life, and alot more positive about life. I'm not as broody, moody, stubborn, vengeful, proud, unforgiving, foolish, materialistic, selfish or as angry as I used to be. To me, that would be what being 'old' is like - being grumpy and cranky, and holding on to the past too tightly. I'm now in a place that I'd never wanna swap with someone else, not even for the world. I have just entered a 'place' in my life that I have never been before, and I couldn't be happier. I aint Mother Theresa hell nah, but I just know that Love somehow wins at the end of the day. And this is where I want to be. What more could I want ha?

Keep getting 'younger' my friends...with your attitudes to life and others. Don't shun Love in the name of looking tough...for Love is the only 'rational' act. And as a birthday treat, I want you all to comment on that quote ;-). Tell me what you think about it. And Happy Birthday RIA for the 23rd of June! Thanks all and have a good day!

L O V E I S T H E O N L Y C U R E F O R A L L W O U N D S & S C R E W U P S - by Keshi ofcourse! ;-)

Current Music: The Power Of Love by Celine Dion

A CSI Weekend...

2009-06-23T12:19:00.126+10:30

Warning: Long post ahead. Goes to show what an eerily 'eventful' weekend it was!

Remember my post An Officer & A Genitalman, that was about a naked man who flashed himself to me in 2007? Read that post first if you haven't already (click link above), cos it will help you to understand this very serious situation and the danger that I may be living with.

Last Saturday (20/06/2009), I found out that I live in the VERY CLOSE vicinity of a dangerous and violent sex offender! Yes, it's true and I'm shit scared people! *goes to the loo a 100 times*. Though I'm going to be writing this post under the light of some Keshi-humor as usual, deep down I'm quite disturbed about this frightening revelation and it's affecting my lifestyle in various ways *I no longer look hot...now I dress like a pauper so that the attacker pukes at the sight of me!*. Let me first tell you how it all unfolded last weekend.

Last Saturday night, we decided to go see the movie The Proposal...6:30pm show at the local cinemas. Myself, family and friends left our home around 6pm, and we were enjoying the movie in the next 3hrs or so. Nobody was at my house that night, but I always leave a light on when I go out. That night, I switched the Kitchen light on before I left. In those 3hrs, ALOT was going to happen, and right infront of my house!

Now a bit of geographical info about where I live. On one side of my house, where the Kitchen window looks out, there's a dark grassy alley that's got alot of trees, shrubs and not enough lighting. It's situated right underneath and to the left of my Living room balcony. I pass this narrow passage (that is to the left of me) as I walk on the main street, every single day on my way to work and back at night. Sometimes I come home late, it's about 8pm/9pm and yes I pass that spot even at that time of the night, all alone, when nobody is out on the street. People who live down the same main street pass that alley as well, but it can get a bit lonely after 6pm on a dark Winters' night. We are aware this spot can be a little too 'inviting' for loiterers who'd like to hide in the dark and do something notorious, even though I haven't seen any so far. In the daytime, that alley is a beautiful lil heaven with bushy green and red shrubs, and red berry trees where colorful parrots come to feed on, as I watch them through my kitchen window while sipping my coffee. At night, it's an eerie and lonely passage that nobody would wanna tread. Every night when I pass that dingy alley, I do look at it in a rather suspicious state of mind, wondering if anyone is hiding in the bush, and if he'd come out and attack me...yes my mind can never get rid of Ted Bundy images! I'm forever stuck in that dilemma, can someone help? *rolling eyes*. Don't laugh at me...cos I wasn't wrong and you'll soon find out why!

Ok now where was I on Sat night...ah yes, at the movies. After the movie, around 8:30pm, we all went to get some take-away dinner and headed home. When we reached our street, we saw a huge number of Police officers and other detectives (in different uniforms) right infront of our balcony, flashing torches into that same dingy alley, as if something serious had happened just then! We were wondering if someone broke into our house, cos the Police were basically in our front courtyard and very close to my balcony and kitchen windows! I got off the car and walked upto them...there were 4 police cars and about 10 policemen! They were all talking on phones, flashing torches, walking around in haste and looking quite serious. I went to an officer, told him I lived there and asked what had happened. He told me that he couldn't tell me anything as yet cos it's confidential, and that they were doing an urgent investigation *I felt like telling him WTF I live here officer and I don't think you can tell me what happened after I'm dead could ya?*. Well anyways, that was all they said. We didn't panic all that much that night. But the next morning, much to my surprise the Police came to the same spot again with Forensic investigators! Something 'serious' indeed had happened that night! They were collecting evidence from that spot, putting them into brown bags, taking photos of the alley, street and my property, and doing alot of CSI kinda investigations. It was almost like a movie!

Now I couldn't wait any longer to know what had happened. I just needed to know. Cos I lived in that property and I may be in danger too and I guess I have the right to know. So I went into my balcony, looked straight at one of the Police officers, and ya know, he just had to talk to me :). He asked me if any detectives contacted me regarding any issues in that area. Then I told him what happened about a year ago and that Police did come to get a statement from me that night. Then they quickly wrote down my name again, and said that detectives will contact me soon, and let me know what happened on Sat night. They did. Last night they knocked on my door. A female constable and a male Police officer came to talk to me. They told me that a young woman who had finished work at 7pm and was going home past that SPOT on Sat night, was suddenly dragged into that alley by an unknown man, and then brutally and violently attacked her on the face and body, attempted RAPE on her, that fractured her chin bone and skull, and then stole her bag and had left!!!!!! She had screamed so loud that someone who heard her had contacted the Police! And this had happened right in my front courtyard, down that dingy passageway, where I pass every single night and did feel an eerieness in it in the past! And we were at the movies that night...if not, I'd have heard her screams, witnessed it through my windows and would have even seen the attacker myself. And if I wasn't at the movies, and if I was walking past that spot on that night (like I usually do at around 7pm), I'd have been his victim, who knows!

I was feeling very sorry for that girl...what a shame that such things take place in our society...that some people are so full of desperation that they get pleasure out of hurting others like that? Don't these guys have any sense of guilt, shame, fear, self-respect...not even a tiny bit? I'm shocked. Cos now I sit and think if this was the same guy who I wrote about in my last freaky post in 2007. Cos the police said that this kind of thing has been happening for the past 2yrs around where I live, and they can't seem to catch the attacker cos all of his victims are too traumatised to remember what he looked like! That freaks me out to pieces! Could it be the same guy who stood naked opposite my kitchen window one night in September in 2007? Could someone be watching me without me even knowing about it? Does someone know my whereabouts, my times and habits? Could it be someone in the same block or neighborhood? Could it be someone I have already seen/met/spoken to? I was told by the Police that there's a sexual predator in the area and to be careful, and to let them know if I see someone suspicious. How many more such incidents would it take to know who this mentally-ill guy is?

What scares me the most is the fact that you cant reason with mentally-ill people like rapists, sex attackers and violent thieves. If what happened to that innocent girl that night happens to me or you, are we prepared to tackle the situation to the best of our abilities? What would you do if someone appeared out of nowhere and attacked ya like that? How would you be better prepared to handle such a situation should it happen to you? God I hope it never happens to any one of us!

Humor In The Face Of Ted Bundy...

I thought of dressing up like a beggar next time I go to work so that he won't even attempt to attack me, but I know I cant go to work like that :(. How about dressing up like a Policewoman, but even then I'd pass out if he came on to me. Then I thought of kicking him straight in his Family-jewels but I'm not sure if I could do that without saying 'ouchhhh that hurt my knee u loser! what do u have there, metal undies?'. I thought of begging him to consider being 'normal' for the good of all humans on Earth, but then I reckon he wouldn't know anything called 'sense' would he now. My mum asked me to get a bottle of Pepper-spray but I'm not sure if in my panic-state of mind if I'd spray it on myself! My mum is so funny...last night, she goes to my bathroom and brings an Air-freshner bottle and asks me to take it with me. I told him that though the guy probably needs some 'freshning' up in his Cranium repository, that Air-freshner wouldn't work on making him pass out. LOL my mum is crazy. I even thought of carrying a fake gun...but do you honestly think a plastic children's toy from K-mart would scare a criminal like that, unless ofcourse he's loco beyond our imagination. I even thought of acting mental everytime I passed that alley but then I don't even have to try *no wonder he hasn't approached me yet!*. How about wearing a perfume that stinks so much that he'd pass out while he attackes me or carrying a board that reads 'I have Swine flu, do u still wanna get with me?'. I could tell him I have a blog and not to mess with me. On a serious note, now I have decided to leave work early so that I get home before it's too dark, so that I give the dude some time to come to the alley and find no prey much to his disappointment. *I might leave him a rotten chunk of lamb chops incase he gets too hungry for some 'meat'...what an animal*.

But what about others? Other women who have no idea what might happen around that spot as they walk past it? I was one of those women all these years...I walked past that spot with no qualms at all and didn't think that there would really be someone there to attack people so violently. I guess a guardian angel was watching over me all these years. I thank whoever it may be that protected me, my sis, mum and others who walked past that alley so far wthout any harm. And I hope that girl, who is now in severe trauma and in hospital, recovers soon and will be able to get over this somehow and face life without any fear, though it may take some time. I pray for her wellbeing and I regret I wasn't there that night to help her in whatever way I could have. And I hope the attacker will be caught soon and his bottoms locked up for life. I knew that the dark alley was not something very safe for passers-by. And voices in my head did warn me about something like that was going to happen. So don't ignore the warning signs given to you by your own instincts...cos often they are right!

You never know who is watching you...take care people!

Current Music: Total Eclipse Of The Heart by Bonnie Tyler (from CSI)

Bridget Jones's Diary & Ria-ssociation!

2009-06-22T11:14:00.091+10:30

This post is a continuation from the previous Flatmate posts, and the final chapter of this round of Flatmates (see last post for more details). Following is Jay's and Ria's accounts of their experiences sharing accommodation with Keshi and the rest. Thanks all (Chriz, Suresh, Rakesh, Amit, Ria and Jay) you lovely flatmates for making my life richer for having you all at my place! I really had fun doing this, I hope you did too.

Here's Jay's account, and he's all the way from the Unaaaiiited Staiiites of Amaaarica! *says that with a Alabamaish yanky accent that nearly killed me trying to get it right!*

Scenario: All the flatmates except Jay had gone on a mini-break to a faraway resort. Jay decided to stay back home cos he simply couldn't part with his porn collection! *rolling eyes*. So Keshi left him alone, informed the neighbor that there's a strange guy living at her place at the moment and not to panic if they see him doing the twist naked in the house, cos he might use this 'lonesome' few days to try it out *considering the amount of strange fantasies Jay has on his eternally-kinky state of mind!*, and off she left with the rest of the flatmates on their trip. Jay suddenly finds the Girls' bedroom door open! OMG Keshi has forgotten to lock their bedroom door before she left *she can get like that sometimes...she can be quite absent-minded when she's too excited about a trip, I hope she took her clothes!*. Anyways, Jay takes this wonderful opportunity to go in and have a peek inside, being the notorious boy that he is. What happens next? Sit back, relax and go into the world of Jay, when he takes the role of a sweet maniac inside a girl's bedroom on a hot Summer's night...

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Man, I can't believe I actually get the whole place to myself! I don't have to listen to anyone else's crummy music, and I get to watch what I want on TV, this is going to be a blast. Of course, it is a little odd that everyone else went to a resort and I wasn't invited?? Oh well, I'm sure they didn't plan this behind my back and intentionally leave me out. *Jay matey, have a look at the scantily dressed woman on the book you're holding right now, as you type this. The Ghost of Keshi comes to his mind often!*

Well, I think I'll lie around in my underwear for a while and read the newspaper and have some cold pizza and beer for breakfast. I can't do things like this with Keshi here. She'll yell at me to quit being a slob and get up and do something productive. Man, if that girl wasn't so hot, I wouldn't put up with her pushiness at all.

I wonder if there is any chance she and the other girls left their door unlocked? Hmmm...

*Checks the door* ... It IS unlocked!! Oh yeah baby! It's party time!

*Goes into the girl's room and puts a Ramone's CD in the CD player and begins dancing around the room looking around*

Man, these girls sure do wear some tiny undies. Very sexy too! I wonder who wears these crotchless panties? *not me, says Keshi!* I like those. But, all these boy-band posters on the wall are annoying me. I feel like a bunch of teenage boys are watching me dance around in my boxers. I bet the girls like that. They probably pretend they're talking to those guys and showing off for the .... Hey now! What's this? Ooooooooooooo IT'S KESHI'S DIARY!! OH MY! I think I'll just lie down on Keshi's warm and inviting bed and read some of it.

*Flips through the pages reading about all of Keshi's daily adventures*

Hey, she's talking about me in this entry ...

"I've found that if I sit on the right side of the table at breakfast each morning I can get a look at Jay when he leaves his room and go into the bathroom for his morning shower each day. He looks soooooooo good in just his towel. I keep hoping that he'll drop that towel by accident someday. I'm pretty sure he can't see me watching him."

Hmm .... must make a mental note to "accidentally" drop my towel some morning.

"I know Jay is all wrong for me. He's a slob and a drunk, but darn it, he's just so damn sexy! He's so sweet and funny and modest. He just makes me feel all warm and tingly inside."

*Yeah, I got something tingling right now too babe. If you know what I mean*

"I don't know if I can take it much longer. I'm going to have to do something about this. I'm hoping that it will be just me and him alone for a while someday soon so I can make my move. I'm going to be sure to be ready. I need to plan this out and make sure I'm wearing something sexy so I can get his attention."

*Oh you've got my attention alright baby!*

*Turns page quickly*

"Oh yeah, one other thing ... I KNOW YOU'RE READING THIS JAY! YOU BUM! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WENT INTO MY ROOM!"

*Looks around the room* Huh??

"I bet you're lying there in your gross 10 year old boxers on my bed reading this. I'll have to wash my linens now. Ewwwwwwwww! Seriously, quit playing my CDs, quit reading my diary and for God's sake get dressed and do something with your life you freak!"

Whoa! Uh, that's weird. I guess I better put this back.

I think she really does want me though. She's just playing hard to get. That's hot.

My comments: *Keshi sits far far away on a hammock in an island resort, and dreams about John Abraham and Jay. She has a hard time choosing between the 2! And then she sees a David Beckham lookalike walking past her...she drops both John and Jay from her mind in a nano-second, and starts following this guy...she found a new love awwwwww!*

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Ria had the wonderful opportunity of writing the pros and cons of Shared Accommodation. And this is what Ria had to say:

It's been a while since i have moved in with Keshi and 6 of my other flat mates....and if there is one word that i can sum the experience into i would have to say "Awesome".....I have always wanted to live with roommates, coz it gives u a different kinda feeling! And the more the better what say!? And the best part about my flatmates is that there are more guys than girls! ;) Now that gives me ample opportunity to flirt......the incorrigible flirt that i am. It's gr8 fun coz we have our share of girlie fun and at the same time we have a ball when the guys are around. The guys have been really sweet and helpful, can't help saying this coz u knw i m biased towards men! ;)

Apart from that it's like we are having a party with 8 ppl living together. No doubt it has its own downside too....the worst one being sharing bathrooms. Not everybody is as hygiene conscious as i am. Well, i may be tough on such aspects coz i m a cleanliness freak....Thankfully Keshi and i hav so many similarities that i feel as of we are long lost twins! :D

But one thing that i miss at times is having my "Me Time".....Since i hav so many flat mates, i always have somebody or the other around me. So it feels a bit suffocating u know, after all everybody needs there their own space. And not to forget the fights that we have on who will eat what! And we also have a tough time delegating the household chores....But i guess thats ok coz at the end of it all, i have got some really amazing people as my flat mates. So the pros definitely win hands down when i compare them to the cons. I am loving the whole experience so far! Lets see how things shape up further on.....

My comments: Ria has been such a great sport during her stay with me...she actually saved me from having a mental breakdown *as a consequence of having a bunch of naughty guys at my place, ofcourse*. The guys, while they are great to flirt around with, are practically a Mess-making Association that you can get membership for! *if you're one of them that is*. Rakesh used to leave all his pots and pans unwashed, in the sink and disappear. When he made a cuppa, he often felt like Superman! Amit used to pretend to mop the floor and then suddenly dash out of the house saying someone is at the door *yeah right!*. He never came back btw. Suresh packs some food for his girlfriend too and takes all our drinks on his romantic picnics, and puts on this puppydog face to us *so we just have to suck it up, feel sorry for his ultraromantic genes and donate our weekly beverages to his 'Love Story' in the making!*. Chriz and Jay used to walk half-naked *in their red jocks* infront of us girls so they could try and attract us *instead I burnt their undies in my backyard!*. Ria being almost like my sister *cos we always think so much alike*, amidst all of this, helped me to retain my sanity, cos both of us used to go into our room, close the door and laugh out so loud at all the funny, dumb, crazy, outrageous, sexy, stupid, sweet and loving things the blokes used to do! :) We both had a great time along with these men *sans their loco neanderthal habits ofcourse!* And just like Ria said, what matters is that we GET ALONG somehow, amidst our many differences. We may all not be the same, but it is harder to be nice to each other and accept people for who they are and co-exist under the same roof through thick and thin, than it is to dismiss one another. I choose the harder task ofcourse. So, this Flatmate experience taught us all to be nice to each other, to love one another and to live as one, no matter what :). Togetherness rocks and it keeps ya going. THANKS all my lovely flatmates MWAH!

PS: I watched 'The Proposal' on Sat night...the movie was fantastic. And I also had quite an eerie weekend...will tell you all about it soon!

Current Music: Happy Together by The Turtles

Dil Mera Le Gaya!

2009-06-18T10:47:00.086+10:30

Remember my crazy Flatmate posts? Well they are back! :) The last time I was sharing a flat, it was with Chriz - my first ever red-undy obsessed, microwave friendly flatmate! (Read here for his 'divine' flat-sharing experience with me). Then came Rakesh, the flirty guy who tried to get into my 'heart' through his cooking but failed miserably cos I ate all the food and vanished. And Suresh, the lovelorn handsome guy who broke my heart into a zillion pieces that could never be glued back again, cos he was already singing in the rain with Simran (read here for my wonderful times with Rakesh and Suresh). Now there are 3 other flatmates who were yet to tell us all about their experiences sharing accommodation with Keshi. And they were Amit, Ria and Jay. Today's post consists of Amit's experience living with Keshi. Ria's and Jay's will come after this post. Amit was given a scenario by me and all he had to do was come up with a post that described what happened in that scenario.

Scenario: One steamy night Amit absent-mindedly walks into the Ladies bathroom in Keshi's house! Is there anyone in there? What do you see and what happens next?

And this is how Amit brings to you a humorous scene from Keshi's house for your own reading pleasure. Sit back, relax and enjoy!

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HISTORY: Today being Sunday, all the flatmates were at their relaxed best. Suresh, Rakesh, Jay, Ria and of course our gracious host Keshi. After a rollicking good time, where we watched a couple of movies *no, don’t ask which ones, that would be revealing...just understand that they were movies that had us in all sorts of moods by the time they ended, from frisky to funny to deadly*, we played a few games designed by Keshi *even those, I’ll leave it to Keshi to tell about..I grin ear to ear thinking about the naughtiness in some of them* and even resorted to a bit of dancing to the beats of 'desi girl' *it being a Keshi favourite courtesy John Abraham’s presence in them, naturally..heh heh*, 'dance pe chance’'and the latest craze 'Masakali', besides some English numbers which Keshi had put on.

I usually don’t shake a leg, but, seeing how the gay *no pun intended* abandon with which the three guys were enjoying the dancing, the grace with which Ria was twinkle-toeing and, our host Keshi was totally into 'desi girl' mode, I decided to forget my shy nature for a while and just join in the fun, right next to Keshi…and ooops…that was, well, mind-boggling to say the least…just trying to keep up with her pace had me totally whacked out. She’s a never-tiring bundle of energy...unbelievable! *wink wink* yes, it felt great dancing with her, as you can well imagine!

Finally, it was past the hour of midnight, and so, everyone said their 'goodnight, sleep tight's and off we went, ready for dreamland.

Ah well, I was soon into dreamland, when 'the urge' prompted me to get up in my semi-sleep state, and I sleepily walked towards the bathroom, without wearing my specs *which I realized later, was a boo-boo! not boob-oo sillies, or was it?* Read on..

An Identity Crisis...
I twisted the door handle, walked in and went and stood in my 'usual place', eyes still blurred with tiredness, when I noticed something…and, nearly said out aloud 'good Lord, someone’s stolen the urinal, the fixtures, everything!'. my eyes opened wide, wondering how the thieves had made off with the stuff so easily. And, then, I noticed something strange - the colour of the bathroom was also not the boyish blue…nah, in fact, it was a bright red with white tiles! I was wondering what kind of mad thief would modify a bathroom to this extent and make off with some fixtures to boot?

And, then realization dawned...it was the Ladies bathroom…in my semi-clothed *shorts only*, semi-asleep state of mind and without my specs to help, I’d walked into 'no man’s land' - The Ladies’ Bathroom! I could feel my shy face going red with embarrassment. But then, it being the midnight hour, and me being wide awake now, I thought I’d get a bit naughty *after such an 'eventful Sunday' who wouldn’t?* and, not hearing a sound, decided to do a bit of exploration of the attractive cupboards behind the mirrors...but, suddenly I heard the sound from the toilet cubicle, of water being flushed and was stunned into silence! It was too late to run out without making any noise, since whoever it was had just clicked the lock on the door of the toilet open, so, I made a split second decision. I closed my eyes, put my arms out *as I’d read, in so many books*, and started walking towards the Exit, when I banged into the partition - opened my eyes partially, and, saw John Abraham in his famous 'short' shorts pic from 'Dostana' staring back at me!!! ah…it was a life size poster of John. Anyway, I was trying to avoid the partition when Keshi came up right behind me and tapped me daintily on the shoulder - I should have gotten an award for acting like the world’s number one somnambulist at that moment. I pretented that I didn’t feel the electric sensation I’d felt, and just kept moving slowly with arms in front of me and eyes closed. Out of the corner of my eye, I espied that the lil lady was looking really stunning in her nightdress. So, I boldly turned round, eyes still closed, so that my arms were on Keshi’s shoulders. Our noses touched lightly, and, I decided that that was the right moment for me to wake up, since those electric 'touches' were not allowing me to pretend to be asleep anymore. Opening my eyes wide, arms still where they were, and asked 'Main Kahaan Hoon?' *where am I?*, very filmy style. Keshi looked mystified *she looks cute when she’s that way, too*, and being the sharp one that she is, she nearly guessed that I was not really asleep. Having just read her post on 'F*** off', I hurriedly moved my arms away, and, looking suitably embarrassed, I explained how I’d mistakenly 'boldly gone where no man has gone before' - the Ladies’ bathroom and apologized profusely! Thankfully, she realized the humour in the situation, and, soon we were both laughing away merrily at 1 AM in the morning and I heaved a sigh of relief. We said our goodnights again with a lil friendly hug, and, retired to our individual bedrooms.

I was hoping she never tells the rest of the flatmates about my somnambulistic abilities. But, next morning, when I woke up, Ria came up and said an extra sweet 'Good Mooooorning, Amit'. Arrrrrrghh!! Keshi's let the cat out of the bag!! Wait til I catch her! But then, that’s a post for another day, if I’m allowed to continue being a flatmate after this experience!!

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My Side Of The Story:

Cast Away Without Tom Hanks In It!
HERSTORY: Amit, dil mera le gaya, along with my toilet ofcourse! (dil mera le gaya means you've taken my heart). Yes Amit looked a lil lost that night inside the Ladies bathroom in my flat. O well, he looked as if he'd have been more comfy in the Amazon rainforests on a Sunday night standing next to an Anaconda than being here inside the Ladies! What makes me baffled is why men are so scared of the Ladies bathroom? Is it the pinkness of the freshness inside, or is it the Ladies that they might come across in there? I guess the term LADIES is quite a shockwave-sending word for many men...not because they are scared of them, but because they are so fond of them! Men adore Women. And the fact that they don't want to admit that is what makes them scared of them LOL! When Amit first saw my face inside the Ladies, he realised that he had just walked into No Man's Land and was about to create a scene that would go down in Man's Many Demented Mistakes History! Men are silly creatures and they get all dizzy when they see a woman in her night gear, and would even pass out if they touch him *rolling eyes*. Amit was now in women's territory, all alone, and was about to stage a play that was going to reveal his deepest darkest fantasies about women and their Towel racks! He was about to become the John Abraham of The Ladies Toilets! He was almost doing a filmy scene from 'Chori Chori Chupke Chupke' in his shirtless state of mind and his shorts half unbuttoned, looking almost like Salman Khan! He was about to lose control on seeing the bright red walls and white tiles that would send him into a spiral orgasmic cosmic dream! He was about to spy on Vanity drawers of his female flatmates and find 'things' that he'd never even imagined he'd ever get to see alive! He was about to get into the shower and find out what it would feel to be showering at the same spot where Ladies showered every single day! He was about to start living inside the Ladies bathroom pretending to be a bathtub, without much success ofcourse! He was about to experience it all, he was about to have a romance in the Ladies bathroom that would be a kinky chapter in his life to come, but it all got cut short cos a girl called Keshi was born to spoil the fun of all Men on Earth...and whether Amit could believe it or not, she was the host of his current accommodation and yes she hogs the Loo all the time! *that's cos John's pics are all up on the wall and she spends her time looking at them and studying his body...ehh well she's a Biology student!*. And yes she was in there at the time Amit was about to conquer what no Man could ever conquer before! THE END.;-)

Current Music: Chori Chori Chupke Chupke (Hindi movie song, meaning 'secretly and silently')

The Walk Across The Bridge...

2009-06-15T11:10:00.087+10:30

Yes everyone walks a certain bridge. Every living being does. And that bridge is Life. Life, I believe is a bridge walked between Birth and Death. And it is upto you to make that Walk worthwhile to you and to others. Making the most of the time you have been given and being the best that you could be is in your hands, not anyone else's. It's a choice that you can make, not an obligation or a luxury that only some people are blessed with. Every living being has a conscience, therefore the ability to weigh what's right by themselves and others, and do the right thing by everyone. We can't all make a mark in this world so our names go down in history. But you and I can make a mark in our own worlds...our own little territories...in our own walk across the bridge. We don't have to wait til we are hit with a terminal illness or old age to value life. And we really don't know when we'd be on borrowed time or when we'd not even be given any time to think about it! So take a good look at your life now, the potential in you, the possibilities, the best that you could be, the goodness you can push into the limited time that you have been given.

Most people say it's not good to think about Death until you face it. But chances are, some of us wouldn't even be given an opportunity to 'face' Death...we'd just go in a second. Life is that fragile. I think the more you're conscious of Death and the more you are in acceptance of it, the more you will LIVE than just EXIST. But that doesn't mean you constantly think about Death or become negative about Life. It is the knowledge of the reality of our deteriorating bodies and uncertain fates that will make us reach places where we dared not go before. It is quite foolish to think that Death is not gonna happen to you or that it's nowhere near you right now. Who said that Death was timely and fair? Death is very much alive, as much as Life is. And I see Death as a positive aspect of life, cos the inevitable anticipation of it makes me wanna be more in touch with my inner self and what I can really do within the time I have been given. As long as you're aware that we all have one thing in common, and that is Death, I'm sure you can strive to live to the best of your abilities. Those are the people who know how to make the most of that walk across the bridge, i.o.w. Life.

I went to a funeral recently. A dear person had walked that bridge of Life, and had finally reached the once hazy other end of it. Beautiful words were said about him at the service and the Wake. His sense of humor was praised and his love of life was honored. And I thought to myself, time is precious, so are words, deeds and opportunities. When someone dies, people honor that person with precious words, honorary titles, distinguished awards, pomp and glory. But is he there to receive them anymore? What a waste of accolades and words? Don't get me wrong, it's good to give a good soul a respectable funeral, but wouldn't it be better if it was all said and done when he was alive, so that he could really receive them? Here, the bridge comes to the picture again. You could have someone in your life (near or far) that could receive the appreciation from you before they die. And if you're walking that bridge to the best of your own ability, you wouldn't wait til someone dies for you to acknowledge the value of those people in your life or their potential to reach out to others.

This blog is my e-diary. Some day when I'm not here, when I no longer breathe, when I'm not in a place where I can give you my words of appreciation, gratitude, admiration and love in the form of a Eulogy, I want my loved-ones and each and everyone that I have met in Blogville to know that without you, I'd be nothing. I'm not saying that just for the heck of it or to get some 'awww' comments. I mean it from the bottom of my heart. If not for the touch of each and every individual that had crossed paths with me in my walk across the bridge, the quality of my life would be poorer and my ledgers of having LIVED before I DIED will not balance. It is because of you (each and everyone of you) that I have realised a new depth in me, that I have discovered a new height that I could reach, that I have survived through my darkest moments, that I have stood still on the bridge on a lonely night and believed that I could GO ON somehow. THANK YOU MY MUM, DAD, SIS, GRANMA, FAMILY, TOTAL STRANGERS, DR.CHRIS O'BRIEN (last post), THE CLEANING LADY IN MY PRIMARY SCHOOL, CUZ D, MY YEAR-6 LITERATURE TEACHER MS.DORA, ALL BLOGMATES, BRETT, THE SMILING WOMAN AT THE ASIAN CAFE, THE TRAIN GUARD WHO ALWAYS SAYS GOOD MORNING TO ME, SNUGGLES WHO GREETED ME CHEERFULLY AT THE DOOR THIS MORNING, MS.A, ALL MY FORMER PETS, MOTHER THERESA, BABY DEE, FRIENDS & FOES! It is because of you that I'm what I am today. I thank you always. You were and still are, an inspiration to me. You all contributed to creating a standard that I wanted to live by. There were people who brought out the best (and even the worst) in me. There were people who scratched the surface of my heart and brought out new possibilities in me. And then there were people who dragged me down yet made me realise the resilience in me. And there were people who paved me new paths to reach new destinations that I never even dreamt I'd reach. When people adored me, I knew that I can be loved. And when some people hated me and rejected me, I knew that I won't be loved by all. Each and everyone of you made a realisation in me, no matter HOW it was done. You all made my walk across the bridge, the best it can be. And as long as it lasts, I will be the best I can ever be. And when I have reached the other end, I hope I made your walk a little easier and alot stronger too, no matter HOW it was done.

You can either wither away or burn brightly into the oblivion. Everyone DIES but only very few LIVE.

Current Music: You Raise Me Up by Josh Groban

Living For A Cause That Matters...

2009-06-10T16:41:00.084+10:30

Have you ever been inspired by someone you have never met? Have you just seen someone on TV or elsewhere, or heard their voice on the radio and have felt that that person is an ideal humanbeing that inspired your own life in a way that not even your loved-ones can? Well I have come across such a person in my life. I really don't know how to pay tribute to a remarkable humanbeing like him, cos I don't have enough words in my vocabulary to do him perfect justice. Words totally fail me as the person I'm about to talk about is a mountain of pure wisdom, humanity, class, compassion, dedication, devotion and charisma. He is none other than one of the best Cancer surgeons in Australia, Professor Chris O'Brien, who sadly passed on last week at the age of 57. I have always been in awe of him eversince the days I started watching The Royal Prince Alfred hospital's TV series, RPA. Doctor Chris O'Brien appeared on the show quite regularly for many years, and the way he talked to his patients, his expertise in the field, his tireless approach to head and neck Cancer reasearch, his brilliant reputation as a Cancer surgeon not only in Australia but also overseas and most of all his smiling face and undivided attention and care he gave to his patients are what most Aussies will never forget. The most amazing yet heartbreaking aspect about his life is that Dr.Chris O'Brien himself was diagnosed with brain cancer just 2yrs ago and was given only 6months to live. However, he didn't stop smiling. I remember how he came on 60mins (check that interview Never Say Die over here) in 2007 to speak openly about his illness, he didn't look like he lost his charm or wit. He was absolutely positive in every way and was thrilled to be alive (in his own words). This was a world-renowned brain cancer surgeon, who himself was diagnosed with the same type of Cancer and yet managed to work through the very short time on Earth he was given, to build a Lifehouse for future cancer research and patients. He never gave up on his dream til the last minute of his life...and his dream was to care for others. As a doctor, he not only excelled in his medical profession but also as a great humanbeing. He was an exceptionally remarkable humanbeing, a rare soul, that didn't think too much about himself but dedicated his time and energy on others, and for making the lives of others better. I believe he was an angel sent down to Earth for a short period, to make such an impact on others through his deeds and to inspire people like us to do good always, to help others and not to be selfish for this life somehow ends for all of us...it ended for doctor Chris O'Brien way before anyone had expected! If such a clever and great humanbeing faced both life and death in such a positive way, and managed to stare death in the face yet keep smiling, then I'm sure you and I can too. We can do almost anything, if we have the will. Don't let life's small worries rob you of your smiles.

Professor Chris O'Brien, someone I have never met but feels like I've known him all my life, taught me from his own life and death that the best qualities about a person don't reside in their profession or their assets or their health. They reside in their ATTITUDE. No matter what you face in life, I hope you don't lose your charm, your humor, your cool and your charisma. Cos people will always remember you for not how much you had, but for how much you gave back to life. Professor Chris O'Brien gave it all to others, with no expectations at all. And he never lost his humor in the face of adversity, cos he was smart enough to realise that some things in life are not within our control...so it's really no point brooding over it. He refused to bow down to his Cancer..instead he co-existed peacefully with it and actually triumphed his final battle with it by working for a great cause until his last breath. What really matters in life? Dr.O'Brien's life tells me that what really matters is doing your best, giving it your best shot and helping this world to be a better place, even if your life is not the best or is ending. Ourselves is not the most important thing in the world...helping those in need is a great sign of a well-lived life. He lived for a cause that really matters. Now that kind of attitude is very hard to find. I agree Dr.O'Brien, Never say die, for people may die but their deeds don't. Your good deeds will neither die nor be forgotten. He saved so many lives and continued saving them while he himself was dying. Long live the legacy of Dr.Chris O'Brien!

His death last week is a huge loss that is hard to express and I'm sure that anyone who knew him would know what I mean. Cos I really can't do enough justice to his legacy through this blog post. It's so unfair by him, but I hope that my readers here will realise what a special person he was and that this is not a post just to praise a good doctor but it is to give you a small glimpse of an amazing spirit that touched and inspired alot of people in many ways that I cannot express enough. He has been honored with a State funeral (tomorrow) and that is not something that happens quite often, and it just goes to show how much he has reached out to others in his short life. Dr.O'Brien we will miss you and your beautiful Attitude to life and others! Thank you for being an inspiration to so many people over the years! As always, we will remember your never-say-die SMILE. So long sir!

Current Music: Everybody Hurts by The Corrs

I Know What You Did Last Friday!

2009-06-09T12:58:00.045+10:30

It seems that I've quite successfully acquired myself a cellphone stalker! No I'm not the kind of person who gives my cell number to just about anyone I meet, neither do I display it on any of the Internet forums that I am on. But this caller is freaking me out, since it is the first time that some anonymous person is giving me such calls. Here's the Stalking Timeline so far:

Last night I was fast asleep when my cell rang twice around 11pm.

Second time around I picked it up, and a strange male voice gave my FULL NAME and asked me if I was that person.

I, in my groggy state of mind and still half asleep, replied yes. *at this stage I didn't suspect this person to be a stalker so I was only answering a standard phone call*

He then proceeded to say that he found me on the net and wanted to know if I was looking for a partner! *as soon as I heard that I freaked out and disconnected the call immediately as if I was speaking to Jack The Ripper!!*

What went through my mind after that was a good 6 hours of repetitive scenes from the horror flick 'Psycho' that made me lay awake til dawn, that resulted in a severe headache due to lack of sleep and the sudden phobia that has developed in me! His cell number got recorded in my call log *since his number was detectable, that kind of tells me it's not a serial rapist - but if it is, he must be superdumb!*. So after alot of thought, I texted him asking who it was and how he had obtained my phone number. I was being polite cos I really needed to handle this myself without having to drag the Police into this *not yet* and I desperately needed to know WHO it was. I got an immediate SMS reply saying that he badly wanted to talk to me and that he was going to ring me again in 2mins, and if I'd pick up the phone! He also said that 'it would be worth it', and left some kisses n hugs for me...in 'xo' form! To which I didn't reply. It was a lil creepy but for all I know it could be a friend playing pranks on me using another friend's cell. But what kind of sick and tasteless prank is that? I really don't have friends like that...friends who play stupid cellphone stalking games like that. So chances are, it isn't a friend. That leaves me even more freaked out. Ted Bundy images controlled my poor soul all through the night and I was imagining myself being hacked to death...lol! I know I'm a lil dramaish here but hey cellphone stalking is no joke. I strongly believe that invading someone's privacy and harassing them in this manner is a serious matter and an offense that needs to be charged with.

This morning I decided to take matters into my own hands, and dial the unknown caller's number to speak to him directly, find out who it is and ask him to stop the menace. He didn't pick up. Then I texted him saying it's best that I know who he is and how he got my number, or else I won't speak to him at all as he wanted me to. I haven't heard from him in the past 6 hours or so. Let's wait and see what he does next *perhaps tonight*. I just wonder how he found my cell number...that just baffles me cos my cell number is not public. And it has only been given to the closest people in my life, except for a new friend that I met recently. I'm just doubting if he gave it to someone else for the fun of it. I have already emailed him asking if he did that. He just replied to me saying NO he didn't!

Who would harass you on the phone like this...would it most likely be someone you already know? What would you do in a situation like this? What is the best way to handle an unknown stalker who calls you late in the night? How would you stop them from calling you without involving the Police and having to change your number etc? I want to handle this sensibly, and in a way that does not escalate the problem. I don't want to provoke unknown people, neither do I want to press charges without knowing who it is and whether there's any real danger from him *I'm sure the Police has more serious issues to work on*. The calls started coming only last night, so I'm gonna give it some time before I jump into rash conclusions and hasty decisions that I might regret later on. What say? Any tips or personal experiences shared, will be greatly appreciated.

PS: Sorry I haven't been around Blogville all that much lately. Have been extremely busy. Will come around when I do get some time. Thanks for understanding! And if I don't come around at all, then the Stalker scored a date with me, sadly for me!

Current Music: Who Can It Be Now by Men At Work

Beauty Is In The Heart Of The Beholder...

2009-06-05T14:40:00.074+10:30

When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary
When troubles come and my heart burdened be...
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence
Until you come and sit awhile with me...

WTF why is she taking so long? What is she buying, more shoes or more of my yummy bikkies? How I wonder...

I'm just a lost lil pug waiting for my shopaholic owner to come back and get me a drink...mmmm maybe a dogoccino?

o I'm getting a lil tired now...life is a Biyatch, so is my owner @#$%%**!

Isn't this pug the cutest lil thing ever!!! The moment I saw these pics, they reminded me of Snuggles (re post:I've Been Over The Rainbow). btw both Snuggles and her brother Otis Jr came to visit me yesterday, played with me, leaving me totally refreshed and very happy. What some animals can offer you, not even humans can. Unconditional love and mateship.

The aim of this post is to remind you that there are beautiful people, animals, trees, events, places, gestures, words, deeds etc etc around you, that in your busy schedule, may go unnoticed. Just stop for a while, and think about it. Pick someone/something in your life that adds beauty to your life just by being there. Without having to do anything special or go out of the way...just by being thesmselves, like Snuggles. Did you think about it? Now take that person/thing out of your life...and see how empty your life may be, even though they may not be the greatest thing that happened to this world. How do you see your life now, without them in it? How boring, dull or empty it will be. No matter how small the gesture or presence may be, if you wake up everyday feeling complete just cos these people/things are there in your life, then be thankful you have them in your life. Everyone you know, including yourself, is special. Treat your loved-ones with respect, love and dignity, just the way you wanted to be treated. Never understimate the power of anyone you know...cos each person contributes to your being and can never be replaced. For if this whole world was to be like you, would you learn anything...would you be happy...would your life be rich? I guess not!

Snuggles maybe just another dog that belongs to someone else, but the fact that now she's in my life, makes my life so beautiful. Same goes to my mum and sis, and family and friends. Also the fact that I have a job *cos a friend lost her job last week*, the fact that I have an iPod *one of my cousins is deaf*, the fact that I receive emails from friends saying Hi *I'm not all that lonely as I claim to be*, the fact that I have my fingers *the son of a lady at work lost 3 of his fingers last night in a lawn-mowing accident!*, the fact that I'm breathing *200+ people lost their lives in the Air France crash 3 days ago* etc etc are more than enough for me to think that this world is indeed beautiful for me right now. I know not what tomorrow brings, but I know that there's so much beauty around me today, and I'm not going to be blind to it...and I'm going to start loving it and appreciating it. Sorry I have no time to complain or to be sad, cos I'm busy admiring what I already have in my life. This is as good as it gets...it may get better or worse, but for now, I love the way it is. After all, NOW is all I have. Life may be a Biyatch, but there's also alot of beauty in that Biyatch...just try and find those beauties would ya. Just be good to yourself and to others, and stay happy...no point worrying about a life that can end any minute. You might as well be happy and delay the wrinkles! :)

And I want to dedicate this post to my darling friend Chriz who is another 'beauty' in my life, cos he's someone who knows just how to be a friend without having to tell him anything ;-). Guess what he did? Just cos he plays the guitar very well *that's a photo of his room..aint his room neat and tidy!*, I just asked him to try and sing Somewhere Over The Rainbow (Israel Kamakawiwo'Ole's version that I played for my first Snuggles post), and Chriz like a genuine matey, took that on board, respected my wish and compiled his own vid, especially for me! Now how very sweet is that! *but I'm thankful for not having to be in his room to watch his performance cos if I did, you'd not be able to find me in that mess!*. He posted the vid at his site here. Please check it out! It's really worth watching and the way he sings and plays the guitar, adds more and more 'chronic' beauty to my life *the dude is a chronic professor btw*. I'm not just praising him, I'm truly lucky to have met Chriz and to have such a wonderful person in my life, net or not. CHRIZ HEY THANKS FOR KEEPING IT REAL! Love ya mate and thank you for making me feel so loved from across the seas! *red undies or not you're special ;-)* This song is for you...it's a song that brings tears to my eyes, thinking about my dad, a beauty in my life that I lost long time ago...but is still present in my life in spirit...just like how you are present in my life in spirit though I have never met you in real. Enjoy!

Current Music: Rain by Dax Johnson (with lyrics of You Raise Me Up)

How Cheap Are You!

2009-06-03T15:39:00.046+10:30

It's A Discounted Life!

Now that you've been insulted beyond blue (by the title of this post), I just want you to get to the bottom of your 'cheapness' in this post! *lol* Yes you heard me right, I did say Cheapness. :) This post is about being cheap...it's about confessing to us the max cheapness level you could ever reach...the cheapest thing(s) you have done JUST TO SAVE MONEY! Yeah I'm sure though we all dream of living luxurious, 'branded' lives *Manolo Blahniks, Giorgio Armani et al*, we all don't get to live like that. Well sometimes we do end up buying something quite 'haute courture' *still don't know how to pronounce it properly!*, it probably is once in few years that we could afford to spend like that or indulge in splashing money on what we desire. So, in our day to day non-celebrity lives, we do things that save us money *whether we like it or not!*...cos we just have to. I mean we are not Paris Hilton with a rich daddy or Posh Spice with alot of dosh in her pockets, are we now? Neither are we Pamela Andersen to spend all our money on getting a FF cup just to run around the beach to kill men right in their couches from around the world! We really have better things to spend the very little money that we earn so hard on *sad music follows...*. It's ok don't look so sad now *turns off the sad music!*...atleast there's a whole lot of us that belong to that latter category. That kind of gives us some relief *boy o boy who wants to spend endless holidays in Hawaii, eat brekky in Hyatt, wear Alex Perry to a family BBQ with probably 3 guests, give your sister a $20,000 boob-job as her 19th bday pressie, live in a mansion that needs 50 cleaners per day, shop at Tiffany's for wedding pressies?* Not me! I'd rather live the non-celebrity life in my dingy shack! *now that I have to...sigh*.

So, we all have our unique *maybe wierd too* ways of saving money. Here are some real examples of the wierdest/funny things that some people I know have done/do, yes JUST to save money :)

*Eat at a friend's place on a daily basis or go to a soup kitchen even though you have a good job that pays you well *yes I know such people who thrive on free food :)*

*Shower etc at a family/friend's place on a regular basis to cut down electricity and gas bills *pretty smart ay? gotta try that some time...so can I use your shower tonight?*

*Shop at $2 Discount/Reject stores *not that it's a bad thing but some discounted products can be faulty or of poor quality...one of my friends proved that by getting electrocuted!*

*Grow vegies in the backyard *this is a good one. But please don't start a farm in your backyard so that you can get your own meat!*

*Buy fake versions of expensive perfume, shoes and bags that smell and look like the original ones *this is something I simply cannot do but I wish I could...cos it somehow won't feel the same*

*Don't have showers for days just to save on the Water bill *ewww yes I know such people too...their whole suburb stinks HAHA!*

*Don't own a car cos public transport is cheaper than having a car *I don't know how people can do that, cos I can't live w.o. my car...it's a ticket to freedom. But I do use public transport too*

*Take your GF/BF to Maccas or a toilet on a date!

*Eat left-overs for days and days, even if they have expired and gone to Food heaven! *yuk!*

*Skip coffee every now and then *I'm forced to do this now that I have a mortgage but that also means No Diego chats every morning :*(*

*When on a lunch/dinner Date (with a friend or a partner), get the other person to pay always telling them you lost your wallet for the 900th time! *that is way too cheap! I know alot of people like that*

So tell me...do you or anyone else take crazy measures to save money? Share with us and make it funny too! I need some valuable tips here cos some people think I spend a tad too much ;-) Thanks guys!

Cheapskate Alert!
Btw I'm about to break some heart-breaking BREAKING news about Diego that had me broken during breakfast! *my achy breaky heart is broken beyond plastic surgery now!* He's engaged!!!! Not to me, ofcourse! *rolling eyes* Thanks to all the Blogville men who prayed Diego to be engaged...it worked! And don't ask me how I found out, I just did. Hence this song. I'm sulking here, in my T and shorts, freezing my ass off on a cold winters day having forgotten to wear warm clothes...thinking of Diego and a love that got lost in a coffee machine *bloody cheapo, why did ya flirt with me cheapskate? Hence I dedicate this Cheap post to ya! Savings brand and all.* As most Romantic tales end in my life, this ended pretty soon too. But I know I will find my one true love...some day, in the next century or so!

*Keshi drafts out a new plan to check out a shirtless John-Abraham lookalike in her neighborhood, now that she's so over Diego. yeah it took just 5mins to get over him btw ;-)*

Current Music: Unbreak My Heart (Regresa a mi) by Il Divo

On A Blanket With My Baby...

2009-06-01T11:13:00.063+10:30

You may think I'm a girl with a million friends. You may think I have no time for a single friend. You may think I have no time to love. You may think I have appointments that run over 24hrs. You may think I wear plastic smiles. You may think I have no heart. You may think I don't know how to care. You may think I never tried. You may think I'm insensitive. You may think I'm not all that I appear to be. You may think I'm not worthy of your smiles. You may think I'm just a waste of time.

But for me, FRIEND is a very precious term. Sometimes I have the whole world laughing with me but at other times I weep alone. Sometimes I have a bunch of friends chatting with me, and at other times it's just me and the beach...

There's something that I think alot of people here need to comprehend. Just cos I have many commentors in my blog, it doesn't mean I'm cheap, shallow or don't carry any depth when it comes to friendships. Some old friends don't even stop by now. Oh well, I may have a 100 readers per post but not all 100 are my FRIENDS, neither do I email each and everyone, neither do I have the time for it! If you notice from day 1, I never put my email addy on my profile. There must be a reason for that. If I was crazy about collecting 100s of 'friends' just to be popular, then I'd have given my email addy to everyone and advertised myself all over. Actually, only a handful of people from the net have my email addy with them and if you have it, then you are someone I trust. Alot of people find it very easy to judge me, I don't care anymore. No matter what you do, people will always judge you. You turn left, they will judge you. You turn right, they will judge you. You stand still, they will judge you! I really can't sit here and get affected by what each and everyone thinks about me. I know that I have tried keeping in touch with some people here...people I thought were worth my time and energy. But just cos they couldn't keep in touch with me and took their own sweet time to get back to me, that doesn't mean I'm gonna have to cop the blame and should be thought of as someone who doesn't have time for her FRIENDS? I have my limits, self-respect and dignity too. After a certain amount of time trying to contact someone and if they don't come back after a certain time, it's not my nature to go after them again and again. Cos now its YOUR turn to respond. Some people have a zilch sense of AKNOWLEDGEMENT, and that is such a poor quality to have. You may be well-educated, rich, goodlooking etc etc but if you can't and don't know how to respond to someone, then you haven't reached your potential yet. What stuns me is how these same people so conveniently turn around their mistakes on me, and paint me with a specific image as to being shallow, selfish, egoistic etc just cos they didn't have the courtesy to respond. This is Blogville...if and when you leave Blogville on a long break, I believe you should atleast let your friends know that you won't be around for awhile. That way they don't have to keep thinking what happened to you etc. If you suddenly disappear and ignore all your friends' messages for months and months, and then suddenly turn up one day, please atleast be kind to the people who were worried about you and tried numerous times to find out what happened to you. Blaming them for your absence and for your lack of response is not quite the fair way to go about it.

I believe that a FRIEND don't come around and blame you, especially when they are petty issues. A true FRIEND would appreciate you even more when they return. I guess it takes alot more than these petty finger-pointing and grudge-carrying in public, to become a FRIEND. I'm a girl with a set of values, and I don't trade those values for anything in the world. Actually I'm too old to engage in these silly teenagerish arguments on the net! :) If you think I'm not worth your time, well good for you. Cos I think the same about you. I'm over it, I hope you are too. Even if I had to be without a single FRIEND, I know I will survive. And those countless assumptions you make about me, infact tell me alot about you yourself. I don't believe in net friends anymore, like I used to. I have blogged long enough to know that many people are here just to vent out their frustrations, for some quick attention and 15mins of fame, and to display their egos. Only very few are genuine and I think they are enough for me to get by with. Now I'm just here to write my feelings out, share knoweldge and to learn. Im not here so much for the FRIENDSHIP thingy...it's all so fake. I'm so over those days when I went behind people and begged for their friendships or begged for their approval of me. I learnt this place is not the place for forming solid bonds. Maybe bonds based on Writing and that's about it. So please don't expect me to fall at your feet, check your every new blog that you create every few days, soothe your ego, leave you a million blog messages, email you 200 times and be your forever-friend. Cos I can't. I'm not a person like that neither do I have the time for it. I'm human too and I have my own set of standards. If they dont suit you, well feel free to forget me. I'm not the perfect friend that you want me to be. I'm full of imperfections and yes I make alot of wrong decisions...so it's best you chuck away someone as 'insignificant' as I am from your superior life. And please don't expect from others what you can't be to others.

It's the first day of Winter and I miss the beach so very much! This is one of my fav songs from one of my fav movies ever (Beaches). When every tree is sleeping, when everyone seems so distant, I always had one friend beside me...and that's the Beach...

(btw the very first pic in this post was taken by a friend of mine in a beach here in Aus...isnt that a lovely shot!)

Under the boardwalk, down by the sea...
On a blanket with my baby, is where I'll be...

I wanna dedicate this post to some of my oldest friends here who never judged me but sailed along with me in style and calm composure (years and years of unaffected bonds. If I met you just 2yrs ago, your name won't be here, so please don't be disappointed). They accepted me just the way I am, like I accepted them just the way they are. They are Shionge, Beach_Bum, Cazzie, Phoso, Krys, Murane, Jay, Asha, Nora, Donn, Silvara, Menchie, Steve, Loon_gal, Coco, Uttara, Ria, Vesty, Margie, Amit, Jeevan, Saffy, Ishita and Dawny. TY for being who you are and ty for not forgetting me! People like you make me realise everything that I CAN be.

Current Music: Under The Boardwalk by Bette Midler

The Land Of Mystical Beauty!

2009-05-29T12:03:00.022+10:30

This is my motherland, this is Sri Lanka! I want the world to know how beautiful a land it is, and amidst all the bloodshed, tears and sufferings in the last few decades, my country did not lose it's strength and beauty. It is all still there and I know she will rise from the ashes and deliver again. Where the British once ruled, where the kings once reigned, where the Buddha once visited, where the temples and nature hum tunes from the heart, where the genuine smiles live, where the lakes and flowers tell you stories, where people will warmly welcome you into their homes, where money is not everything, where the simple life is appreciated, where the culture is rich, where the paddyfields and mountains echo peace, where parents and elders are your God, where the sound of the village temple bells offer you pure bliss, where the green green grass takes you home, where baby Dee lives, and where Keshi was born... :)

Please watch this video with Sound. It gives you a brief intro to where I come from...my heritage...where my heart really is wherever I may go...where my father was born and where he died...where my memories rule...where my culture and life was shaped into what I am today...where my childhood years were spent...where magical beauty lives forever. Watch it to the end, cos I am in this video too ;-) *oii not the monkey ok!* Can you tell me which part I'm referring to when I said I'm in this video? Let's see how clever you are. Good luck and hey have a beautiful weekend! Let Love somehow take you Home...for there is no other place on Earth like Home!

Mocha Chocolata Ya Ya...

2009-05-28T14:39:00.019+10:30

Hola amigos! I have some 'Living La Vida Mocha' news for ya! Actually I' ve got breaking news about Diego (re last post Te Quiero Diego ). Dooo yooo waant thoo nawww? Calm down, he didn't ask me out, not yet ;-). But, it looks like Diego looks forward to my daily visits to the cafe as much as I look forward to them ooh lala! His facial and *bloody-hot-beyond-human-comprehension* bodily expressions say so! The moment I walk in to the cafe, he dashes in to the coffee-machine area from wherever he is *drops all current work he's doing, yep the Carribean Queen is here so yeah!* and asks 'how arrrre u todai?' with a deep husky voice which in other words should mean 'how exciting to see u baby!', that makes me wanna say 'good ty, but could be better if u go Sailing with me!'. Seriously the dude seems to have a crush on me. No I'm not hallucinating or joking or blowing my trumpet either. Let me tell you more about his rather 'cluey' behavior this week. Then you decide.

On Tuesday morning I walk into the Cafe, and he comes running towards me with a smile on his face like he's known me all his life since the days he was in diapers *man it's only been 2 weeks or so!*. I thought I'd give him some more time to figure out if this is the way he greets everyone, or is it only me that he's so very clearly 'chuffed' to see. There was a 'granny' who had walked in to the cafe, and even she at the ripe old age of probably 200, couldn't keep her eyes off Diego! *dirty nanna lay off!* She nearly picked him up! I swear she asked him 'where are you from?' with a twinkle in her eye, staring at Diego's hunky back. Flirty granma keep your hands off Diego ok! *well atleast until I get over this crush plz LOL!*. He was very kind to her too but I saw a different look on his face when he was talking to her...it was more like a ur-as-old-as-my-nanna-aww-u-remind-me-of-her kind of look. *thank God Im relieved!*. But whenever he speaks to me it's more like a so-cut-the-crap-woman-now-when-r-we-going-out kinda look. *am I stoked to bits or what!*. So on Tuesday, Wednesday AAAND Today, we chatted longer than usual and I almost forgot that I do have something called an office, and that I had to leave this cafe and go to that office to get back to work! After the super sultry Nanna-in-an-orange-wig left, he went on to ask where I was from *I felt like saying, I'm from Sri Lanka but in the process of getting Colombian citizenship*. Well I told him I was from SL, while I was thinking what other 'cool' questions I could ask him next, and as soon as I wanted to ask something my tongue gave up on me *Am I surprised? no baby no, u r born to be tongue-tied in front of hunks and look like ur in dire need of a speech therapist!*. Anyways, he went on to ask more and more questions about me, like where do I work, which building, what do I do etc etc. When I told him I work as an IT Consultant, he said 'o u smaarrrrrt girrrl! I weeesh I cood work with com-putherrs'. And then I said 'well why dun we swap jobs then?' and tried to smile stylishly like Jennifer Aniston *failed badly cos I'm pretty sure I looked like an idiot*. And he goes 'If I had the brains like yooo, I woood lov to do it'. I was thinking if he had any brains at all within that hunky head he'd have asked me out by now! *rolling eyes* So, I replied 'o well, that has nothing to do with brains, I mean I cant make coffee like u or bake the delicious sweets and food u guys make here. Everyone is good at something'. hmmm I was doing a smartass Salma Hayek there that eventually backfired on me! I felt lke the biggest moron breathing on this planet cos I just confessed I can't make coffee or bake or cook! That would mean I'm a hopeless woman right? WOW Keshi applause applause! Actually my coffee sucks. My friends tell me that the kind of coffee I make *with cold milk straight from the fridge due to a mega-watt lazyness that I'm born with* my husband would leave me for another woman...but I'm not worried. Cos now it looks like my husband would most likely be a coffee maker! ;-)

So, apart from our daily chats, today I nearly passed out and reached Heaven...cloudy room #9 btw! Cos Diego was wearing a black singlet today. You may wonder what's the big deal about it. Well there's indeed a very big deal about it ok, so stop making ugly faces at me. He usually wears a white singlet and even that looks so darn sizzling on him. But the black one, against his mocha complexion, *mildly* hairy chest *trust me I never thought I'd like a guy with a hairy chest but now all that has changed ok, in a span of few days. I'm all FOR hair now, even the Gorilla cut!* and his broad shoulders made me wanna touch him. o yes TOUCH him just like that. I didn't though *dun panic*. I was brought up to behave decently, so yeah there's no chance of me touching him without images of my mum coming up in clouds saying 'Keshi u bad girl, I'm going to have to lock u up in a room for being so naughty...leave that Diego alone or I'll shoot u now and will not attend your funeral either!'. Like it matters. So yeah, no chance you see. Being brought up in a conservative household, I just cant 'touch' certain 'things' *super sad music follows...more like tearjerkers*. So today, he was there again, and he started the convo again *even when I give him my order and remain silent, he's always the first to start the convo*. I prefer to remain silent cos I'm speech-phobic these days...I seem to utter the dumbest of things for some wierd reason. So he asked me what my plans were for the weekend and I went on and on and on as if he really needed to know all of that! Hang on, why am I even going this far? Keshi, stop on your tracks you Speedygonzales, or soon you'll be on pathetic Lost-Love Social Security benefits!

Then, as I got my coffee and gave him the money, his fingers slightly TOUCHED mine! OMG the electricity that passed through my veins right then were of a voltage higher than that of entire Australia's electricity supply! He did realise that too and he looked at me with a sneaky bad-boyish smile. I think he did that on purpose and it kind of took me by surprise. I pretended not to notice though I was 'celebrating' inside my head, but I said goodbye with a slight grin, as he said 'have a gooood weekend, see u on Mondiii!'. And as if I couldn't be any dumber, I turned around and asked him 'well ur not here on Mondays arent u?' OMG what a despo Keshi is! And then he said 'oyeah I'll see u on Tuesdaii!'. I was like, 'ok Keshi WTF is wrong with ya, get out of here before u make him realise ur a stalking dumbo bigger than his cafe!'. So I stepped out of the Cafe in style, trying to walk like a Supermodel on the ramp, in my black boots and black tights, showing off my long legs and stylishly caressing my hair off my forehead, hoping he'd look at me *at that moment I also hoped that I wouldn't trip and fall cos I'm very good at falling down in front of guys. Refer to my massive Falling Encylcopaedia in the archives of this blog*. I walked out of the cafe dreaming about his black singlet and smooth fingertips...I don't think I'll look at black singlets in the same way ever again, neither do I wanna wash my hands right now!

At office, I've been telling everyone about him, and the guys are teasing me badly. They think I go there for Diego and not for the coffee, duh as if! Ask my blog friends, they know I just go there for the good coffee! ;-) Also, that friend who knows about Diego is going to all the coffee shops in her area to find a Diego-equivalent in her life. I asked her to give it up, cos she'll never find another Diego in this world. LOL! At home, I walk around like I'm born Spanish, trying to be a spicey Spanish flame, and practise speaking Spanish infront of the mirror...let me tell ya, it looked pathetic beyond all pathetic things in the world put together! Diego might even have a GF...but it doesn't bother me. This is just a temporary phase but will last a sweet eternity...nothing serious ya know *although I've already dreamt of getting married to Diego, meeting his Spanish family, cooking for him, dining and wining with him, and of other things ahem!*. He told me that he starts work at 5am...and I realised how different our lifestyles are. But we share one thing...the warmth and friendliness about us. Diego is a hottie, not just cos he looks good...but cos his heart is good too. And that attracts me big time. It's no point looking good but being unable to reach out to people. I have met countless goodlooking people but with no charisma or with no personality, and with a huge ego *u know the massive male ego duncha!*. They turn me off big time. Often saying Hi, asking how the other person's day was, smiling, sharing and talking with a total stranger makes a BIG difference in people's lives *both your's and their's*. That's what LIFE is...the simple yet genuine life. So LIVE it and enjoy every second of it people. Be nice to people...you can't expect people to be nice to you without you being nice to them? Smile at someone today and make yourself and them happy, and less lonely, atleast for awhile. And have a Mocha chocolata ya ya! ;-)

Current Music: Take A Chance On Me by ABBA

Thank God!

2009-05-25T14:59:00.060+10:30

Yes, in the past I have been angry with God, I have abused Him, I have ridiculed Him, I have questioned His existence and His conscience, I have looked down upon Him, I have assured myself He didn't exist, I have thrown fits at Him, I have yelled at Him and I also thought I was losing my faith in Him at a speed that could land me the highest 'speeding' ticket ever! But, in the last 2 weeks He finally proved to me that I was wrong...that He indeed exists and that all my fits were due to the fact that it takes time for Him to win the confidence in me....and that Confidence is my own hard work.

Don't ask me how, why, what, when, where, but alot of what happened quite fast in the last 14 days proved to me that He is indeed watching us from afar. I have never been too religious although somewhere deep down my heart I had kept a shimmering little shrine for God. And that flame never died...only that it flickered madly every now and then. Amidst my greatest fears, vile tantrums, aggressive demands and deafening screams, He never seem to have left my side. I was the fragile one swaying in the breeze, He was the stone made of Love.

Remember I told you I was under severe pressure and tonns of stress a couple of days ago? And I never thought I'd be able to break this news to you so soon, never! I really thought I'd be coming back to Blogville maybe in Aug or Sept, and that too with my dreams crushed. But I'm here sooner than that with a new dream realised, a totally unexpected one, cos God's hand played a part in my life at last, and a miracle took place last week! I cannot disclose all the information or how all the events unfolded here in my blog due to privacy reasons, but all I can tell you is it was nothing but a miracle. I'm not a person who foolishly believes or imagines things like that, but I do know very well when something is out of the ordinary...and when God plays a part in a certain situation, it becomes very obvious to me. Such situations are few and far between in my life but when they happen, they happen in a phenomenal way. And for it to happen in such a short time and the way that I had wanted it to but beyond all hopes, it has to be through divine intervention and an angelic touch!

Thanks for all your prayers and positive vibes...I'm over that phase now and I'm now a new Home owner! I bought my first property ever and all on my own :). It was not planned, neither did I ever think I was gonna buy a place so soon. I was pushed to buy a place in a miraculous way! The circumstances under which it all happened is still a wonder to me, and all I can say is that all the hard work in my life didn't go invain after all. I always believed that if you work hard, if you treat people with kindness no matter how they treat you, if you are honest, if you give life your best, you will somehow succeed some day. God will look at you some day, if not today. I lost my dad when I was in my teens, my mum brought us up all by herself, I did my best in school and at Uni, I paved my own path once I joined work, I got my own car, I paid all my debts and now I'm standing on my own 2 feet, and looking after mum as well. I'm not overjoyed that I bought a house all by myself (alot of people do that on their own), but I'm really happy that I could go this far in life after all the struggles in my life, when so many people were throwing stones at me, some never believed I'd do well in life and when I myself at some stage doubted if I could make it or not. But today, I realise that hard work indeed pays off some day. And that some day you will get what you deserve. So don't give up, don't let others get to you, work hard, stay focused, and most important of all, don't forget that God will arrive when the time is right. It most probably will be at a least expected time *yeah he's notorious! ;-)*. And don't let that fire in you die...let it keep burning for Him amidst all your doubts and troubles somehow. And just be free, be happy, be whoever you are and keep smiling no matter what.

I was going to be in London on the 15th of May for a wedding, and then to Paris...after everything was planned for the trip including my saree, tickets etc, my trip suddenly got cancelled due to some urgent work here at home, but in a rather mysetrious way...and then something else happened that pushed me into buying the place w.o. any prior plans at all! Everything happened so fast, totally unplanned and under alot of pressure. Eventually it all turned out to be for the best. I guess certain events happen in our lives for a pretty good reason. Now I strongly believe in Destiny more than ever before. I have just signed the contract...in a couple of weeks, I get the house that I bought through my own hard work and with no HELP at all except from one person. Thank GOD! ;-)

Current Music: Now I Can Dance by Tina Arena

Looking Back Before Going Forward...

2009-05-19T10:54:00.001+10:30

Yesterday my motherland Sri Lanka proclaimed that the 30yr long war was finally over! That the LTTE had been destroyed to the core and it's leader gunned down. While most Sri Lankans around the world are 'celebrating' this defining moment in history, I'm not sure if I can 'celebrate' a bloodbath. So many lives were taken, so many people left destitute, so many kids orphaned, so much of bloodshed and tears. I myself lost 2 uncles who were in the forces, and so many others lost their loved-ones in this awfully long and draining battle. I don't know if I can rejoice a bloodbath. For I cannot find a 'happy' piece among the million shattered pieces of so many lives. I really don't believe that we can find Peace among so much of Violence. It is hard for me to look at the sad faces of scores of innocents in camps, dead bodies, destruction, rivers of blood and tears, and say 'hey I celebrate this day'. I'm sorry my fellowmen I cannot do that somehow. I'm far away from the real situation in SL and it is not my nature to just go with what everyone is doing...I just stop and think before I do something. To me, a celebration means a happy moment, far from death and violence, be it for any purpose. Though I'm relieved that this may be the beginning of a fresh era for my country, I don't see any reason to dance about a war that deprived so many people of their lives and dreams.

So, today is a day that I look back. Looking back is important before we rush forward. It is important to remember the ruins, the ashes, the blood and the tears that carved the path for TODAY to arrive. So, I just want to remember my 2 dearest uncles and all those men and women who laid down their lives for us to have this day. I just want to remember all those innocents who died in countless suicide attacks all around the country over so many years. I just want to remember all those innocent civilians and children that had no opinion whatsoever on this war who had their lives altered forever. I just want to remember those who were forced to shutup and die just cos they were at the wrong place at the wrong time. I just want to remember those who were deprived of their basic human rights and human equality just cos they were born into a Tamil/Sinhalese family. I just want to remember those innocent Tamil youth who were mislead by the LTTE and had their lives destroyed for nothing. I just want to remember all the brave soldiers who sacrificed their lives for us to have this day. The truth is it didn't even have to get to this if people knew what Tolerance, Respect and Humanity were. I just want to remember each and everyone who is not here today (both Tamil and Sinhalese), only because they paved a path for us to see this day at the cost of their own lives. We know not what we do...but I shall always remember you. Today I don't want to CELEBRATE, I just want to REMEMBER.

Current Music: Sathyam Shivam Sundaram (Hindi bhajan)

Living On The Edge...

2009-05-13T17:07:00.040+10:30

I'm sure many of you must be wondering what my disappearing act was all about. Hey I'm still alive :). Thanks Ria, Mayz and Rakesh for being so concerned. I got too busy at work and things at home took a sudden and sharp turn. Changes. Yes that's what I'm going through right now. And it's not a slow change. It's a very fast one where I have to make on-the-spot decisions without much time left to ponder upon. I have always been a self-made person. Nothing about me is borrowed, bought or forced upon. So, for a person like me, I have no one to turn to or ask for help. I don't like asking for help unless I'm totally near-death :). Even then I'm not sure if I will ask for help...I might die with some dignity. Why do I sound so proud? Well I did ask for help long time ago, and I have given the dues in return too. But I learnt a big lesson. Depending on others often makes you a slave. Some people help without any expectations and never remind you of the help so generously offered. Some others spew venom on you for years and years. And yes I have been at the receiving end of it and I know just how it feels...how it rips your heart and makes you bleed. Something that someone said recently shook me totally. But it's all good. Cos I believe that God or nature (or whatever it is) don't put you with people and circumstances that you want to be with. We are put with people and situations that we can learn from...where our personalities grow and develop from those very experiences. If not, it will be one big happy party you will never wake up from. Though it sounds good to be like that, I'm sure we will all get tired from it, especially when there are no challenges. Life is about challenges. And those challenges come in the form of people you can't get along with, situations that make you feel like you're better off dead, sudden changes that don't give you ample time at all. I'm in such a situation right now. Though I'd like to be somewhere else right now dipping my toes in cool waters of Haiti or Hawaii, somehow I see that I'm walking fast towards my distant dream right now. Difficult situations in life sometimes pushes you towards reaching a dream much faster than you thought you would. A dream that slumbered at the back of my mind as a 'some day' kind of realisation, is now approaching me faster than I ever thought it could. That's the good thing about sudden changes. It wakes you up from your sleep and makes you work harder...under pressure it may be, but I know that from almost all the achievements in my life so far, I've worked the best when I'm pushed to the limit and when I am given no time and space to flirt with.

Right now, I'm living 48hr days, packing as much time as I could into my schedule, balancing both work and the personal issues at hand. And I'm proud of myself. Cos now I realise my potential even more. I can do amazing things. I will survive this. And I know I will walk out of it unscathed. Cos my instincts say so. And I believe one's Instincts is the best mentor ever...no one else. I don't want your help, I don't want your guidance, I don't want to cry on your shoulder, cos I have my Instincts. And with that, I will get by and I will live, be it on edge or not. And I promise I will show you what I'm capable of by myself. I like taking risks and I don't mind seeing myself dangling at the edge of the cliff. I'd like to test the unknown territories of my survival instincts. Cos if I don't get pushed, I'll never know them. You gottta be pushed to KNOW your potential. Your wings need to be ripped off and stolen from you for you to find new skills in you...

btw I won't be regular with blogs as much as I'd like to be for the next X amount of days/weeks, I don't know. It all depends how my fate unfolds in the next couple of weeks. But I'll be here checking comments, publishing them and dropping by your blogs whenever I can. I will reply to you all and I will also post whenever I get time, I promise. This doesn't mean I'm leaving Blogville, so don't panic. Just that I won't be as regular as I used to be til I sort out the current issues, that's all. Please bear with me and I hope you'd understand where I'm coming from. Thanks to all those who keep dropping by my blog even though I haven't been visiting you for some time now...it means alot to me. Send me alot of positive vibes and your love please :). Stay gold maties MWAH luv ya all!

Current Music: Hello by Evanescence

Read My Heart!

2009-05-08T15:14:00.068+10:30

It's Vesak! Vesak encompasses the Birth, Enlightenment (Nirvana), and Passing (Parinirvana) of Gautama Buddha. In my childhood days, I used to make Vesak lanterns like this one with my cousins and friends, and hang them around our house during the Vesak period. It made me very happy. The light that resonates through the Vesak lanterns lit my heart up. It was such a joy and I still love them so very much. The significance of Vesak always played an important part in my life...the birth, enlightenment and the death of the Buddha is very similar to anyone's life. We are all born, we all LEARN something or the other, and then we all die some day. Although not everyone can be a Buddha, I believe each one of us learns something 'significant', to the best of our abilities during our lives. I just wanna wish you all a very happy Vesak! May your hearts light up with love and may your lives stay 'enlightened' always!

Also, there's something I need to tell a Sri Lankan blogger who visits my blog regularly (yes I can trace the time you spend here, and your IP and what-nots), and then goes back to his blog and writes abusive things about me. You know who you are. So, on this Vesak day, I'd like to tell you that freedom of speech doesn't mean freedom of abuse. There's a slight but very sharp difference. I don't know you. You don't know me. But I've been watching you over the years in total silence, how you just pick random people at your own will and abuse them in your blog. It's not very cool btw. Today is the day I wish to break the silence for your own good. I hope you just live and let live. If not, I have about 500 very smart blog friends here from all over the world, that I could bring over to your blog, so they can read your 'wonderful' posts about me and perhaps give you 'suggestions' on how to be a better blogger. One who doesn't trespass on others? Not a threat here, just a good ol' solution to people who seem to need some help with 'sensible' blogging. Words don't get to me. They are mere words. Just cos someone abuses me using harsh words, that doesnt mean I am any of that. When someone abuses you, it is usually a cry for help and I aint gonna lick anyone's wounds. I will keep silent. The one who refuses to cop any abuse and does that in total silence, is the wisest of all. I just want you to realise how much damage you're doing to yourself by abusing people this way...people you don't even know (it baffles me that anyone would really wanna do that...such people must live empty lives). Now sharpen up and good luck!

On to materialistic things now. Take a good look at this pic. It was taken 2 days ago. Well I'm going to give you a list of possible things that I may be wishing for behind that 'look' on my face. All you've got to do is guess the right answer. Kapish? Let's see how many of you can read my HEART or how many of you are good psychologists or clairvoyants, whatever it is! :) Good luck!

What do I want from Genie right now? What am I thinking of right now?

1. Wedding plans with Diego *whopppa!!*
2. Brief getaway in Europe
3. Making a Vesak lantern *and shoving it over someone's head!*
4. Buying a brandnew unit of my own
5. Hoping some people would get a life, if not some therapy!
6. New shoes Keshi new shoes yes yes yes! *orgasmic yes!*
7. Going to Hollywood and trying my best to become the next Penelope Cruz!
8. Breaking into Diego's house at night! *there's a reason for choosing NIGHT btw lol!*
9. Enrolling for a Spanish degree at Uni *como estas Amigas? right now I'm only a Google dependent Spaniard*
10. Saying yes to a hot Aussie bloke who asked me out

There could only be 1 answer for this pic. So go ahead, have fun guessing. btw I'm yet to come around to your blogs..I have been pretty slack lately, sorry, too busy at work. Will do so as soon as I get some time ok. Thanks for being so patient with me. And please continue to pray for Ne (re: my last post). And hey have a good weekend all!

Current Music: Genie by Christina Aguilera

Iranam Pavasa...

2009-05-07T12:17:00.047+10:30

Do you know what the title means? It's in Sinhalese and it means 'Destiny's Thirst'. Have you ever loved someone so much that parting with them took away a huge chunk of you with it? I have. That's why I feel I'm qualified to write this post, with the huge hole in my heart that gives me the strength to pen down my feelings exactly the way they are. My writing here are the ashes that are left from the fire that burnt my heart and left it with forever-scars. The ink that I write with are the feelings that I feel. I wasn't sure if I should write this post today but it dawned upon me that I should write it when my feelings are raw. So here I am. We have loved-ones that we'd like to live with forever but even a Love that strong cannot win with Destiny. Cos if I could redesign my Destiny, I'd have the people I want in my life right now. But some things are just not meant to be. And life has to go on...at the hands of Destiny.

You went towards your Destiny...you were called by it...you had to go...you just had to quench Destiny's Thirst didnt you? No, you didn't want to leave me...no, you never thought you would. But can we stop getting thirsty? Can we stop getting hungry? Even we can't. We had our plans and while we were busy making plans, Fate had it's own plans for us. And you went towards it when all I could do was stand here, watching you go. You just had to quench the thirst of Destiny, but you left me parched and starving for you til the end of time. But what am I in the face of Destiny? What is my thirst compared to the thirst of Destiny? I cannot make you stay, I don't have the power to change your Destiny, I don't have a magic wand to grant me all my wishes...so I watched you go...so I cried as I stood helpless, letting you fulfill your Destiny...letting your Destiny change my life, and making me go towards my own Destiny.

This post is dedicated to my darling friend Nehya who lost her dearest dad 2 days ago. I love you hunny and please know that I'm thinking of you and I know exactly how you feel right now. Fathers when they leave, we are left with a thirst that will never be quenched. I have never met your dad in person but I can quite confidently say I have 'met' him...how? Through you. You're a beautiful person, in and out, and there's no doubt that your parents are equally lovely people. They have raised you so well and I can tell that your dad brought me to you, hence himself through you. I love what I saw in you, and I say THANKS to your dad for the preciousness he engraved in you. He's a gentleman and a truly genuine soul, I respect him alot. I know nothing I say right now can comfort the huge loss you're dealing with. So all I want you to know is that I'm here for you. It's a long road ahead Ne...but you will come to terms with it and you will learn to live with it one day. Just know that ok. *HUGZ*

This song is one of my fav Sinhalese songs, from an old movie called 'Ganga Addara' (it means, by the river) that I watched with my dearest dad long time ago. I was only a little girl then. I remember holding my dad's hand, walking with him, asking him silly questions, watching his wide smile, hearing his deep but gentle voice...getting a lil scared when he scolded me. I remember his face...I remember his love. I remember the day he went towards his Destiny..how his Destiny's thirst cost me my best mate ever...also, how it all gained me a strength and courage like never before. This song takes me to a distant past...a faraway place...to a beautiful time...to a memorable face.

oba ruva chaaya...sanga we paaya...

(images of you, come to the surface, and then hide away...)

Current Music: Ganga Addara by Vijaya Kumaratunga

Te Queiro Diego!

2009-05-05T15:05:00.066+10:30

Yes I know this wont last. I know it's only a silly crush. I know suddenly something is so not Keshi-like. I know this isnt me. I know this feeling is not forever to stay. I know, I know. But let me tell you about the 'source' of this sweet feeling that doesn't come to us so often. Forever it may not last, but I'm indulging in it while it lasts. And it started at a cafe, with a coffee 'machine' made in Colombia...read on!

A hot Colombian guy has landed in my regular coffee shop as the new coffee-maker since last week. OMG! And he's soooooo hot, body and soul. At first sight, I thought he's Ricky Martin's brother, yes he looks so much like him! *no gay jokes plz*. He looks so good...great face, hot dark hair, superb physique and a warm smile *as warm as the coffee is!*. Why do Spanish dudes look ultra hot and also know just how to talk to women? If it's a typical Sri Lankan guy, the first thing he'll ask me is if I'm married *rolling eyes...broken record sounds follow...*. But this dude had me in total trauma *good trauma* the moment I saw him and I was like 'omg did God finally hear my prayers from his drunken state of mind that has lasted too long actually'. Ok alright, calm down Keshi, he's only a new guy in your coffee shop, and he's good-looking, so what? I'll tell ya what. On the first day, he made me coffee that tasted like coffee-made-in-heaven *no I haven't been to heaven so stop laughing plz*. LOL no I'm not just saying that cos I kinda have a crush on him...I'm saying that cos he really did make good coffee. He goes 'I a make a you a goood cawfee oki?' in his rather flamboyant Spanish accent and all I could do was smile in a shy manner *why was I doing that? wake up you lovelorn dingbat! you failed me Keshi*. And then I realised that he was right...the 'cawfee' was indeed really gooooood :). And yesterday when I so anxiously hit the coffee shop, he was not there damn! :( *I felt like a stupid teenager looking forward to see her crush and becoming suicidal over not seeing him!*. And then I realised he doesnt work on Mondays *I noted it down in my mental diary..yeah I'm kinda becoming stalkerish, forgive me for that!*. Today, he was there OMG! *I was feeling dizzy when I saw him*. And then it dawned upon me that he's not only a great coffee 'machine', but also a massive flirt! Cos he had this charming, flirtish, hubba-hubba kinda smile on his face as he made my coffee. And then, without my permission from myself, I blurted out 'you don't work on Mondays do u?'. I was in shock that I actually asked him that! Desperate moment I guess. And then he smilingly asked me 'whaay, doo you miss me on Mondis?' in his cute Spanish accent and donned a very flirtish smirk. That's it! I was in cloud 9 and was thinking maybe God came in this Colombian avatar just to spice up my nerdy love life *he's doing a great job btw cos atleast he's not preachy-with-no-action in this avatar*. I replied 'ehhh yes, no! I miss your good coffee though' and smiled embarassingly. And he goes 'thank yooo, u shoood tell that to maii bosse next taimme'. I said I will...cmon I'd love to help him get a pay rise or a permanent position. So I made that an excuse and asked him what his name is HAHA! And his name is Diego! Suddenly I wanna go to San Diego *no, it has no connection to Colombia, incase you're wondering*. One of my friends heard about him from me, and now she wants a pic of Diego. Do you think I can take a pic of him without getting arrested? No I never did this kinda thing in my life neither do I wanna give it a shot at being on the newspaper for harassing a coffee maker with my mobile phone camera!

Now I look forward to coming to work more than ever before *wake up early and all*. o cmon I'm not so despo, but I could do with just a lil harmless flirting in my life, what do you say? Apparently, it's good for your health...my gym instructor said so ;-). *lo and behold he's right!* I don't need no Calcium and I don't need no Jogging to keep me fit. A Mocha with 1 sugar and extra 'Diego' will do! *well atleast right now it will*. Jealous girls? ;-) I just hope I don't go there tomorrow morning and say 'mocha mocha mocha mocha mocha suga suga suga suga suga mocha diego plz!'

Lo siento, estoy enamorado con ti-go! ;-)

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