Ek Prema Kathawak...

And she goes to the Ball...
Guys, the musical show was a hit (read last post if you haven't). The night totally rocked from superb Sinhalese songs sung by some really talented young and old Sydney-siders (few Hindi and English numbers too) , belly dancing (by a group of beauuuitul girls!), Salsa (by 3 top Salsa dancers in Sydney), group performances etc etc. And the final item was for Dancing (Baila) and that lasted for about an hour. I didn't wanna leave the floor. It was so infectious and we totally enjoyed the night. Yes there was a hunk on the floor giving me looks (hopefully not cos of the flu!) but I didnt pay much attention to him. Cos he did have a girlfriend urrrrgggg! *rolling eyes*. All in all it was a great night out and 5 hours of pure entertaintment. Loved it!


Glances From A 'Known' Stranger...
I gotta tell you this now...I fell in love with someone at the show! yes I did. It wasn't just infatuation cos I haven't felt like this in awhile. I'm not the kind of girl who falls in love so easily. And I know very well when it's love. Let me tell you what happened and who he is. As we walked into the hall at 6pm and took our seats in the 4th row, my eyes instantly spotted a guy who was seated in the first row with a girl. He turned around as if to look at the crowd and made eye-contact with me. I was spellbound instantly! Not cos he looked at me but cos of what he looked like! He had the face that my deepest imagination had drawn in my heart over many years. No it's not some actor's face or some flashy guy. But a simple, down-to-Earth and loveable face with deep dark mysterious eyes. I was in awe but I decided not to get too excited and just sit still. After all he's with a girl already and this was a show, not a dating site *rolling eyes*. Then in about 5mins, he turns around casually for the 2nd time, and looks at me again! Now I'm beginning to think he's probably trying to show off cos he didn't have a smile on his face..but somehow, a very familiar look. The show starts off and the lights are dimmed. We sit in the dark and begin to enjoy the music. After about 10 lovely songs and dances, I suddenly see that guy's seat empty (yes I was looking from time to time LOL!) - but the girl was still there. And guess who was on stage next...it was him! I never imagined he was gonna sing too. And he sang one of my fav Sinhalese songs and he did a brilliant job cos he sang it exactly like the original singer did. What a voice he had! I was in awe again! I couldn't take my eyes off him...and it looked like he's looking at me from the stage and singing that song for me (well Im sure he didn't sing it for me, but it felt like that ok! so stop laughing at me plz). I was at the front so he could see me very well even though the lights were dimmed. So I stared into his eyes as he sang, being the naughty girl that I am hehe. I saw love in his eyes...I heard love in his voice...I noticed his silver wrist-watch...I scanned his long grey jacket...I noticed his dark manly brows...I glanced at his black shoes...I ran my eyes along his chest, his hands, his lips...ok stop it Keshi! yeah I was a massive perv that night, so what? Cos I fell in love with him way before that day, and then I met him, and suddenly everything about him was so perfect for some reason. I was so very surprised to see the face on my mind infront of me, singing one of my fav love songs and that too seemingly looking at me? WOW now isnt that some luck or what (Love-God probably was sober that nite!). Anyways later on, I saw him leave early with that hot Sri Lankan chick in a blue boob-tube. All my built-up excitement died instantly, my innocent cosy feelings crashed down on me suffocating my breath and I wanted to curse my stupid drama-queen heart right away. Why am I even thinking about him? God, I'm so naive. He was just a singer I came across at a show, he doesn't have a clue who I am, he doesn't give a rat's arse about what I'm thinking right now, he's too cool to even care, he most probably has a girlfriend (if that chick wasnt his sis or friend) and he's probably locking lips with his GF right now as I type this crap sitting here feeling like a hopeless dumbass in grey trackpants *Hopelessly devoted to you by Olivia Newton John plays at the back*. Jokes apart, I truly did feel something for that guy. Don't ask me what it is. If there's something called love at first sight(/sound), then it must have been that. It certainly wasn't lust...cos I thought about his voice waking up my heart more than I thought about his lips. Who was he and where did he come from and disappear to?


The Clock Strikes 12...
Keshi you silly girl...love is not meant for you. Your dreams are meant to be just dreams. All those shattered pieces of your dreams blend in the cold winds and disappear into the deep dark nights. Just like the chipped nail polish on your nails from that night, your feelings for him too shall slowly fade into watercolor memories. So forget now, and run back to your lonely attic, cos that's where you belong...your glass slipper shall never be found, for you are the Forever Cinderella.

Post title: Ek Prema Kathawak - A Love Story

Current Music: Foolish Games by Jewel

Obata Mama Aadarei!

An Update on the unexpected twist to last night's show (continuation of this post) will follow soon...

Happy Saturday guys! A quick update on my weekend. Tonight I'll be going to a fantastic 'Curry' musical show! There's gonna be a group of Sinhalese, English, Hindi and Tamil singers singing famous songs from the past as a joint memorial for some great singers of Sri Lanka. Can you believe how I got the tickets for the show? Well, it was too late last week when my rather forgetful sis told me 'Hey sis u know the show is next week and the website says it's SOLD OUT!'. I was so mad cos it was her job to get the tickets booked. So I asked her for the Organiser's mobile number and rang him up. He told me that there's no way that I could get tickets as there's none left. I then told him 'please please please, I really wanna be there cos I'm such a Music fan of all languages and cmon u dun wanna miss out on someone like me in the audience, do u?'. LOL he then tells me 'haha let me find out and give u a call in about an hour'. And he did ring me back, WITH 6 TICKETS as requested! Isn't that brilliant! Thank God for small joys like this. So we are going tonight. I can't wait to listen to all the great old love songs (I'm a huge fan of Sinhalese songs) and dance...see what a dance maniac I am! I so deserve tonight, cos last few weeks have been so stressful at work. So I'm gonna make the best of it tonight and enjoy it to the fullest. Musical show, here I come!


One minor prob though..I'm coming down with the flu so I don't feel 100% :(. Bloody Winter! But with my runny nose, I'm gonna look sexy, what say guys? I'll try my best to look the hottest Influenza chick in the crowd. Maybe finally some guy will notice me for my tissues and tears, and propose to me? haha! Now you have a great weekend ok. Let me know what your plans are. I'll be coming around to your blogs this weekend...just that I have been very busy lately I coudn't do my usual rounds. I will soon bring my Lotus flower around to all the new-comers' blogs too :) thanks guys!

Today's music will be a Sinhalese song by Amila Nadeeshani (a very popular Sri Lankan-Idol contestant from 2007). She sings so beautifully! This song was originally sung by a famous Sinhalese singer Angelene Gunathillake. It's a love song that a girl sings for her man, asking him to make her happy with his beautiful eyes and gorgeous lips. aha ;-) I love it. Enjoy it guys! I have to get my clothes ready now. oh btw, can you guess the meaning of the title of this post...clue - it's in Sinhalese and it's something I'm saying to ALL of you, MWAH!


Current Music: Miyuru Pem Madiraawe by Amila Nadeeshani

Diggers, Keepers!

Disclaimer: Please note this post does not (even in the smallest possible way) intend to harm the precious memory of the brave Diggers (ANZAC soldiers)!

One thing I can't stand, I mean I reeeeeeally can't tolerate is people picking their noses *trembles in disgust as I type those words* in public! I mean WTF is wrong with people that they seem to think Digging in public is their Civil Right? There are others around you who die in severe trauma watching you doing that, so please keep your filthy fingers off your snot-bombarded nose! The other day I was on the train and there was this young woman sitting next to me, and it's as if she knew that I couldn't stand it, she kept on digging her nose like she was Gold-digging or something! I was soooo pissed off I wanted to get up and go to another seat, but unfortunately there were no vacant seats around and some people were standing in the aisle. So the 'Common Sense' God tells me 'Keshi just sit and don't look. That's all you can do unfortunately in this very devastating situation btw', and he offers his 'deepest' sympathies to me and disappears in clouds - bloody booger man! WTH I was so damn disgusted I wanted to throw up violently - yes, on her lap. She was penetrating her nose as if that's what she did to breathe! *in out in out right left left right up down up down in out in out circle circle up down left right* urrrrrrrrrg someone just shoot me pelase! I was tracing her terror-act from the corner of my eyes, incase she decided to dump her GOLD on me! If that was gonna happen I was gonna quickly get up and scream 'You're under arrest for harassing me for the last 20mins with your booger-love, you digger of a dirty skank!'. Pardon my language but hey is language even a worry when facing a deadly epidemic like this? I don't want somebody else's snot on my clothes or even anywhere near me ok! And then she continued doing it like I didn't even exist - as if she was all by herself at her home, in the oh-so liberating comfort of burping, digging, scratching, farting etc without a bloody care in the world! For goddsakes this was not her bathroom - it was a frikkin peak-hour train! Why do people not think about others? Why are people so insensitive to fellow-commuters' feelings? Worse, where is good manners and general hygene? YUKKK I don't even do it at home...I blow my nose using a tissue or a hankie. I had to get out before her, so when I got up I gave her a very dirty look, rolled my eyes and yes I did say this to her 'Please don't ever dig your nose in public!' and I left. (in real it meant 'you're a dirty dig-pig that claims lives!'). People were looking at me and some smiled and nodded in approval. I'm glad I did something about it than just curse and walk away.

Do you confront ill-mannered people in public? If you find anyone doing something as outrageous (or worse than this) as this, please don't keep silent. Say/do something about it...and in a polite and effective manner (if interested, read my other public-terror-act post Smells Like Skunk Spirit, where I couldn't do much than just suffocate to a near-death situation!). People need to be aware of and sensitive to others when in public. Please know it's an offence to bloody dig in public, and some poor digger is gonna receive a Digging Manual from me next time...and it'll read 'Diggers Keepers Manual - dig shit if you must but please 'keep' your shit with you. Also 'keep' Digging for a home act, not here! Most importantly 'keep' your rotten fingers off me and 'keep' a safe distance from others whenever you get the urge to frikkin dig. For your safety 'keep' this manual with you til you dig deep in death. Cos nah I don't dig that act in this life babeh, so just dig off will ya!'.

Share with me any similar experiences you've come across in public (I accidentally typed 'pubic' before lol! no I don't wanna know your 'pubic' experiences cos I'm just resurrecting from that nasal experience, so please don't try to knock me down again!). I will survive somehow!


Current Music: I Will Survive by Gloria Gaynor

No BOYS Please!

The kind of BOYS (not MEN ofcourse) I have come across are as follows:


Momma's Boy
Keshi: Let's get married
Boy: I have to ask my mum


Bed-Specialist Boy
Keshi: I like to get to know ya
Boy: Ok, let's sleep!

Lost Boy
Keshi: Love is eternal
Boy: Nah, believe me it's all bullshit


Loser Boy
Keshi: Why can't we be together?
Boy: Cos my parents chose me someone better


Cyber Boy
Keshi: Isn't it beautiful to be in love
Boy: What are you wearing now?


Dollar Boy
Keshi: I want to get married and have kids some day
Boy: I earn $200,000 a year, own a house, car etc etc


Om Shanti Shanti Boy
Keshi: I want a guy who'd love me for who I am
Boy: I asked God for someone like that too

Blogger Boy
Keshi: So you can keep me happy?
Boy: Yes *and logs out*


Jupiter Boy
Keshi: We are in love
Boy: Can I have your Horoscope?


Love-Stinks Boy
Keshi: Do you love me?
Boy: yes I 'like' you


Crotch Boy
Keshi: You exercise alot ha
Boy: Yes *and pushes his crotch out in MJ style*


Calculator Boy
Keshi: What's wrong with us being the same age?
Boy: My family tells me I should get married to someone 5-8yrs younger than me


Liar Boy
Keshi: You're looking good in the pic
Boy: I know, everyone tells me that everywhere I go


Wuss Boy
Keshi: She's ready, are you?
Boy: You see I'm not so sure about this that etc etc


Painter Boy
Keshi: Why dont you like her?
Boy: Cos I want a very fair complexioned girl


Booty-Call Boy
Keshi: Propose to her
Boy: I will. But are you attracted to me?


Sappy-Lover Boy
Keshi: Sometimes Love is just not enough
Boy: My undying love can feed you for lifetimes!


Happy-Meal Boy
Keshi: Where are you taking me for our first date?
Boy: McDonalds


Baby Boy
Keshi: Dun u cook?
Boy: Mum does all the cooking n cleaning for me


Dirty Boy
Keshi: Why do you want my number?
Boy: To talk dirty to ya


Gay Boy
Keshi: I think I like ya
Boy: And I like Warren


Baboon Boy
Keshi: Is love so difficult?
Boy: nooooooooo! but but but...


Know-It-All-Dumb Boy
Keshi: I can't find my man
Boy: If you're so 'clever', why can't you?


Married Boy
Keshi: Why do you not wear a ring then?
Boy: Cos I'm a 'Boy'


Macho Boy
Keshi: Shall we dance?
Boy: Real men don't dance


Kindy Boy
Keshi: Shall we go watch it tomorrow nite?
Boy: I'll ask my sis to come too


Curry Boy
Keshi : Why do you cover your sofa?
Boy: Cos I have to protect them for years


Divorce Boy
Keshi: So you don't believe in Marriage?
Boy: Nah, I just look for free Bedding these days


Solo Boy
Keshi: Why dun u wanna get married?
Boy: Cos I'm married...to my hand.



Find me 'Man' or get me outta this 'Boy' Land please!




Current Music: Boys In Town by Divinyls

Love Letters

I went and saw 'Sex And The City' on Friday night. It frikkin rocked! I used to be an addict of the TV series and to see Carrie Bradshaw finally getting married to Mr.Big (amidst major drama ofcourse, with alot of slaps on Mr.Big's cute fat cheeks), allowed me to breathe a sigh of relief. Carrie, a 40yr old writer who dated this guy for 10yrs, finally gets married...now that's a big deal, yes. Cos, alot of men try and avoid committment, and to have spent 10yrs of your life with the same person and then proposing to her means, he's sure that she's the one. But then again, this is just a movie. Does this happen in real life? Say you date someone for 10yrs. Would you really get bored or would your love just grow enough to propose? I think each couple is different so there's no definite answer there. If it's true love, it'll survive lifetimes. That's what I believe. Anyways, the dresses and the shoes (Manolo Blahniks to be precise) had my jaw dropped in awe right throughout the movie. I love love love love love love...did I mention LOVE? Yes I love those hot shoes! If you wanna marry me, buy me those shoes please. haha ok I'm just kidding. The women looked absolutely hot and yeah I wouldn't mind getting a Louis Vuitton bag for my xmas pressie either! Inspired by that, I went shopping for a bag yesterday, and the one I like was $245 (not Louis Vuitton ofcourse!)...girls, is that too much to spend on a handbag? *say no no no please!*

Anyways, a scene I loved the most in this movie is where Carrie reads excerpts of Love Letters Of Great Men to Mr.Big. Some quotes were really beautiful. It's amazing how Love can bring out the best writer in you. When you love deeply and truly, the emotions flow like an unstoppable river...gently but surely and steadily. I always believed that Love is like a river...ever flowing so gracefully and without fear. A love letter written by Beethovan that Carrie reads out to Mr.Big was a quote from Beethovan's letter to his Immortal Beloved:

“Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved.”

The letter ends in the unforgettable lines

ever thine
ever mine
ever ours

Isn't that truly special and 'immortal' to be precise! So from this post, I wanna see how good we are when it comes to expressing our Love to someone in letters :). Let's all become Beethovans for a day and write love letters hehe. So girls and guys, write a love letter in the comment section, thinking about anyone you truly love. It can be a past love, current partner or someone you have in mind. Just write about LOVE. It needn't be long, fancy or super special. Just pour your heart out and print your love here
(you can even copy some lines off a book or a movie). Now let me give you all a head start. This was written just now with my ex in mind. So here is my Beethovan equivalent ;-):

My beloved, time passes

but a love flowing

like a gentle river

cutting across it's barriers

never stopping

never dying

for a love so pure

a love untainted

forever looking

forever searching

for the one

for it's destination..

Your turn now. The song is dedicated to that Love, as we have said our goodbyes a long time ago. Now have fun guys!



Current Song: Hasta Manana (Spanish version) by ABBA

D-Anger Management!

Yaahaa! Howdy guys? Looks like I've been making alot of people sad from my recent posts. So I wanted to put back that smile on your faces :). Howzat mateys? Ok so here I go.

Just the other day, after a long day at work, I went home in the pouring rain and mind-numbingly cold weather...had a shower, changed into my pyjama shorts & T, served some nice food and sat down on the couch to eat...AND THE PHONE RINGS! *rolling eyes*. Dont you hate it when that happens? I mean the landline. I absolutely loathe it when the home phone rings (whether I'm tired or not!). And it rings all the time as if our home is some Emergency Helpline! I sometimes feel like breaking the phone into pieces. Sometimes I feel like taking it off the wall and throwing it in the bin. And at other times I feel like reducing the ring-volume to 0 for good. Worse, sometimes I feel like not having a phone at all - disconnecting it for life! Seriously, some people should know not to ring at dinner time and bed time. Sometimes our phone rings when we are fast asleep, around 2am? Who could this be? Some Dope who has no idea what the time is ofcourse! One day I ran to get the phone (half asleep) and nearly killed myself hitting my head in the wall (apparently I was walking into a wall). Worse, it was one of mum's friends from Sri Lanka and she goes 'How are you darling haha! When are you coming to your Motherland?'. urrrrrrrrg? Aunty, now do you honestly think this is a time to discuss Patriotism? I'm half asleep, nearly killed and trying hard not to be rude! And both my mum and sis always expect me to answer the phone. Talk about being a slave of bossy people! Worse, if it's one of mum's friends or my aunts/uncles, they start chatting with me saying 'aww Keshi how are you..how's work..tell me what happened to that, this, you, me, aunt, uncle, dinner, car, boyfriend, marriage, eggplant, petrol, sarees, Bin Laden etc etc etc. And no I'm not a girl who likes talking on the phone for too long. For me, a phone means a device that allows you to pass a message, and QUICKLY would be much appreciated! I wanna end this home phone drama without shooting anyone or burning down the house or electrocuting myself to death or even going to jail. Got any tips guys? And do share with me your phone dramas please. :)

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

Voices From The Bottom Of The Cliff

An Indian divorcee meets another Indian divorcee on the Internet (both with children from their past marriages) in 2006. They fall in love, meet in real and get married in May 2007. The woman (Jyoti Mehta) moves to Sydney with her 9yr old daughter (Ujalla), to live with her new husband (Sanjay Mehta, an Indian national employed as an engineer) and his 2 teenage kids. To the outside world, Jyoti is very happy with Sanjay and her brandnew life in Australia. March 2008, Jyoti and little Ujalla disappear without a trace. A Missing case is filed by Sanjay stating his wife and kid have left home with their passports etc. Jyoti's younger sister comes into the picture stating her sister Jyoti was subjected to Domestic Violence on many occasions by Sanjay that has also being reported to DV Helpline by Jyoti. In the meantime, just 2 days ago, bushwalkers in the Blue Mountains west of Sydney, come across a terrifying discovery of a woman's body at the base of a high cliff. That body was Jyoti Mehta's! Close by, they also find innocent Ujalla's decomposing body. Sanjay gets arrested based on imp evidence of his whereabouts the day they disappeared. He allegedly killed them both, kept the bodies in his car for few days, drove to the Blue Mountains, threw the bodies over the edge while his two children went for a walk. Mr Mehta, 41, later allegedly told one of the children to lie to police about their whereabouts that day. Worse, apparently his ex-wife is now in Sydney living with him again! But sadly it's THE end for Jyoti and little Ujalla. Read more here.

What did Jyoti and Ujalla do to deserve THIS? Mr.Mehta, if you're not a real divorcee, why did you lie to her? Do you prey on innocent and vulnerable women on the net? Just how exactly did you end her life? And how did you even begin to kill that little girl? So when you drove to the Mountains with their bodies in the boot, didn't you hear your conscience crashing down? And when you shoved them off that cliff, didn't you hear a little girl's cry? Didn't you feel an ounce of love? I've been to the spot where you threw them off...it's not a place for hatred..it's a place of natural beauty made for Love. Why didn't you jump off the cliff too, cos it would have made sense to me. How did you then drive back home? Didn't your children's faces make you tremble in grief and fear? When you went home, how did you eat or sleep in peace? And then when you lied to the Police, how did you feel? And how exactly did you think you could live with this for the rest of your life? For godssakes these are 2 humanbeings! Jyoti is someone's daughter and sister, and Ujalla is someone's child! Besides, how can anyone even raise their hand at a kid let alone kill? No doubt, what goes around comes around. That's why their bodies were FOUND even at a rough, isolated place like that. Now it's your turn to hurt Mr.Mehta. It was your greed, selfishness, ego, anger, intolerance, cruelty and ignorance that lead you to this fate. Enjoy that fate which you designed for yourself!
--A Voice For Jyoti and Ujalla.


I'm pretty disgusted with what some men are capable of doing. Now I'm ashamed to call myself a humanbeing, cos apparently Sanjay is one too!


Current Music: In The Air Tonight by Genesis

Current Music Update: Pray by Tina Cousins

A Divine Guest

WARNING: Please note that this post does not intend to ridicule any religion/faith. This was written with a mix of humor and reality, purely from my life experiences and imaginations of God.

Apart from a truck load of work trying to kill me these days, I'm doing fine guys. Just that I'm not very regular in Blogville cos I'm very very busy...so please bear with this speed for few more days ok, thanks! Let's dive into the post now.


Right now I have a special guest at my place. He is none other than God. He arrived from his last stop in Colombo on a Qantas jet, caught a taxi and arrived at my doorstep.


*knock knock...knockety knock*
Keshi opens the door...
God: How are ya Keshi? I'm finally here mate. Wow your door has been locked for me for ages now?
Keshi: And you are?
God: You don't remember me? awww it must have been a long time since you last thought about me or even called my name. I'm sorry that you've forgotten me now *looks down with a sad face*
Keshi: Are you God? Cos that's the only person that fits that description right now
God: Yes, I'm Mr.God Gawdfrey, now can I stay at your place just one night, so we can talk about everything you ever wanted to know from me?
Keshi: *ponders a little* ok no probs. Come in. You can have my mum's room cos she loves you alot and talks to you every day. The room is big, so go ahead and make yourself comfy
*He walks in and settles down in the given room, while listening to his iPod playing 'what if God was one of us'*
God: I need to wash some clothes. Can you put these in the washing machine please?
*Keshi then takes all His clothes including some Bonds jocks and does the washing for Him*
Keshi: What exactly do you think you can answer from all the questions I have for you? Cos I don't think you can answer many of them...trust me you're gonna be needing alot of Vegemite!
God: *lolllz* Keshi you are such an angry girl ha. You need to go to the Sauna and relax. How about a date with me at the Sauna? *winks at Keshi*
Keshi: Did you bring any Sauna gear with ya?
God: You don't know much about me do ya Keshi girl. I can have any gear I want any time I need em. *God rolls eyes*
Keshi: ok ok please don't brag now. I made you some tea come have it

God: I know about your blog and the rest of the beautiful blogs connected to it ya know

Keshi: urrrrg are ya on the Internet too?

God: Hell yeah...I mean Heaven yeah! I love the Internet, I'm a total addict and nah I can't be Omnipresent without it! I bless the Internet everyday girl

*Keshi wonders if this guy is nuts*

God: Omg, I mean Oh Myself, I forgot about my hair iron...let me go check it!

*Just then God's mobile phone rings and He answers it, asks the caller to take a hike and hangs up*
God: I don't want tea dear...I want a Bacardi breezer. Do ya have any?
Keshi: Nope. I don't keep alcohol at home unless there's a party. How about some red wine then?
God: Ok that'll do. I'm hungry too...do you have any food, can ya cook some for me?
Keshi: yes I can cook for ya...well I'll make ya some pasta? Gawwd you can be demanding!

God: Gawd? heyy that's me *smilez* Good. Red wine and pasta goes well together
*God takes a wash, changes into a Denim and T, sits with Keshi at the table and enjoys his meal*
God: So tell me, why did you forget me just like that?
Keshi: Some things have happened in my life and in other people's lives that made me think that you're not really there..you know, as if you're just a fakester
God: Well I'm here now?
Keshi: Then why all the pain and suffering? people killing each other, blood rivers flowing on streets, zilch tolerance, siblings hating each other, partners killing each other, religions dividing people more and more, and massive ego clashes that end in WAR?
*God puts his fork down for a while and starts to think...He looked sad and worried*
Keshi: I knew you wouldn't be able to answer that
*Keshi knew she got Him big time and was giving Him a smirk*
Keshi: That's it. I have no more questions for ya haaaaaha!
God: Hang on chica...guess what made me silent after you asked that question. Cos that is the one question I have for the Homo Sapiens! There's only one of me but so many people are divided into groups giving me multiple personalities. *rolls eyes* then they worship me at homes, churches, mosques and temples...but most of them don't know what LOVE is. They just want to let me know that they are offering me money, food, dedication, alms, prayers etc etc. And some even harm each other in my name...even kill others. But the one thing I ever wanted from Man is to LOVE and LIVE IN PEACE. So, I'm the one who has to ask WHY all the suffering? Don't go to church, try and love one another. Don't offer food at the temple, give some food to a hungry child. Don't hate your brother, show him you are capable of love. Don't light candles for me, light up someone's life. Don't kill, help someone live. Don't be too proud of who you are, be proud of who others are. Don't pray, do service. Cos that is the real Prayer after all. Why are you looking for blood when you have a miracle called Life?
*Keshi weeps in silence*


So my dear friends, do you have any questions for my divine guest? If so, please leave them in the comment section, cos he's leaving on a jet plane to Baghdad tomorrow.


Current Music: Pray by Tina Cousins

I'm Home

Letting go of what's not meant to be...

Lighting up the heart and soul...

Contentment in any situation...

Nothing is forever...nothing is our's to keep...not even our families, friends, assets, thoughts, dreams, achievements, not even ourselves. We own nothing but we think we do. Ownership is only a lie when even my life was given to me for rent. My heart has been moving from place to place...looking for a permanent home...but nothing lasted too long. Then I realised that my heart is my home and it's the only place I can call mine as long as I live. I want to forgive...forget...apologise...let go...learn...light up...burn the hurt...shine in love...move ahead...as long as my heart can FEEL, I'm home. I want to feel the bliss in my heart, in this moment. For nothing I have is for me to keep but the feeling in my heart right now.


A special mention goes to Paul who writes beautifully and very realistically. He inspired me to write this post based on his recent post here. Thanks Paul!


Current Music: Life For Rent by Dido

Oh My Dog!

'Mentally' prepared? ok.

Bin Squirrel Laden. And u say u can't find him??!!

Nice black, velvet, washable, catty rug babeh, woof woof!








Got a nose-job done too u know, moooooo!

urrrggg! Miss.Bee Stings 2008?















Leave me alone u human biyatch, meeooooww scratchhhh!








We conquered the aliens, woohoo!
















I pray to Dog Almighty, please save me from this greedy baby!







Help me I can't stop laughing aha haha aha haha aha haha!








I'm a terrified product of an unmatching couple *sigh*..what am I, a Dogitten?









Kitty blogger in action, trying to publish a post...damnn it Blogger is down, mew mew :(

Miss ya all...have a good one guys!

Current Music: Sultans Of Swing by Dire Straits

A Reason To Live

I tried and I tried and I tried...but I only died each time. There are days when those memories haunt me til my blood became water. The day I found you dead....that morning when my Universe collapsed. The pain that came from my heart being pierced til it was scarred beyond recognition. When the petals of my life fell down one by one. How my tears turned out to be powerless...how those trails of tears on my cheeks had a deeper meaning...how nothing I did could bring you back. That day, when all the stars in the sky cried too. When your laughter faded away in the cold cold breeze...when your touch ceased to exist...when your love was the only thing left behind. That day when I started to learn how empty it is to be living without my father. How I'd dream of finding you in heaven and calling out your name. When life taught me that people don't last forever...and that some people can never be replaced by others. When I realised that you'd want me to go on somehow...that what you wanted from me is to be a champion against tragedy. You wanted me to find a reason to live. That day, when my eyes started to see beyond what the naked eyes could see. That day when the only reason I live for became you.

A teardrop from heaven
A distant voice from the past
A love that never dies
A spirit burning so fast...
A hug in silence
A calling from afar
A touch that is felt
A soul with a scar...


Current Music: The Reason by Hoobastank

Time For A KitKat!

Hey guys :). I haven't been in the best of my moods lately. Hence the bumper-to-bumper speed in my blog right now. Somehow I feel drained. Too much cluttter, too much work, a long charge-scroll, too many sleepless nights. I'm zapped guys. I guess I just need some time off. Will make it up to ya when I do get some free time (extremely busy at work too!) and my mood back in order. But I'll visit your blogs whenever I need a breather.

Someone very special made my day today. And that's the ever-sweet LaVidaLoca. She awarded me with a 'Nice Matters' award and that really made me feel happy, loved and most importantly appreciated just the way I am. It takes a big personality to see someone else for who they are, without really weighing them against certain boundaries. For a moment, someone stopped and said 'Hey Keshi, I like the way you are and I appreciate you being here'. That's how I felt when I read her post today, and to me that meant alot. Not cos it put me up on stage and made me bow in glory, but cos it made me realise that there are few people in Blogville who really do 'see' others beyond what they 'see' on print. So I wanna THANK LaVida and accept this award with a big HUG and a KISS. Thanks LaVida, words are not enough to express how you made me feel this morning. You are loved the same way by this crazy chick who lives thousands of miles away from you, continents away yet feeling every bit of love and positive vibes sent to her by you. MWAH n THANKS LaVida YOU ROCK!

And now I'm re-posting an old post of mine since I'm in much need of a holiday too(the post is, Spirit Of Fucking). ah ah don't jump into conclusions yet..read it fully to know what I meant by that title :). It's one of my favs and some of you have seen it before. But there are some new readers in my blog who would like to get a glimpse of this post (if you missed it), so folks enjoy beautiful Fucking! Will catch up soon ok. TC n tata! ;-)

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Spirit Of Fucking

WARNING: Fucking ahead!

Ok this is a true story...Wiki it and verify the authenticity of it all.

You think Keshi uses the F word too much? Lo and behold there's a little Austrian town called FUCKING! Fucking brilliant isnt it? So my Fucking buddies, ooops I forgot you're not from Austria, but anyways. So my blogger buddies, when do you plan to experience Fucking? My next vacation is going to be a Fucking experience! Would be nice to meet the Fuckers ha. Imagine driving down the Fucking roads and taking pics of the Fucking scenery? Wonder what Fucking men look like. The Fucking community can't be that big cos that would mean alot of Fuckers would be seen around (I cant see any Fucker in this pic). Anyways it looks like a pretty little village so imagine how addicted you might get to Fucking? awww how Fucking sweet. If you make a friend there, you might even receive a Fucking Xmas card this year. If they choose to host the next Olympics there it would be Fucking Olympics 2016. And if your next holiday destination reads Fucking, please check first if they have a Fucking Airlines and a Fucking hotel. Have a good time checking out the spirit of Fucking, I'm sure you'll love Fucking and when you return you might even say I miss Fucking. Anyways, if there's any Fucker from Fucking reading this, it's a Fucking pleasure to meet you. Fuck ya, ooops I mean good on ya!


The German newspaper article is even funnier than the sign.

(click on pics to enlarge)

Are the residents called Fuckers?

What are the mothers called?

What would you be learning at the Fucking High School?

Does the Fucking Hospital help you with anything else?

If your friend came from another town, he wouldn't be your Fucking friend

We are going on a Fucking holiday
No more working for a week or two...

Current Music : Holiday by Madonna

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Updating the music of that old post to this one...cos I'll be a virgin in Fucking when I go on that holiday WOW. ;-)


Current Music: Like A Virgin by Madonna
Current Music Update: Maniac by Michael Sembello