'Cause I'm just a girl, little ol' me, Don't let me out of your sight...I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite, So don't let me have any rights...

I sometimes feel that for someone who doesn’t know me except through my blog, they probably wonder a little at my seemingly endless alcohol capacity and they probably even think I’m somewhat of a ditzy blonde type character what with only writing about partying on my blog. So I am now going to try and dispel all these notions by telling you more about myself and the things I love slightly more than Bacardi Rum… only slightly, mind ;-)

I love my significant other, mind, body and soul. You would think we’d be mildly bored after 7.5 years (getting quite close to 8) but honestly, without wanting to get all sentimental and mushy, it’s even better than when we first started out because now we know who we really are and how we fit together whereas then we were such clueless kids stumbling our way through the sweltering Madras social scene and those first couple of cold, lonely Melbourne years. Now, the 7 year itch has well and truly passed and each day is better than the next!!

I love my baby sister and she is the only person so far I would willingly take a bullet for!

I love my parents and all of my immediate family in spite (or maybe because) of their exasperating ways

I heart Labradors (and ok, most dogs)… again this is mind, body and soul. One despondent look (particularly from Labs) and I am a slushy pile of putty for them to do with me what they will. I love and miss Holly and Chocolate and Fudge and Biscuit and Ginger and Teddy and Rusty and Tipsy and Frosty. Now is probably a good time for me to introduce the latest additions to my family in Madras… presenting Tipsy the Holly look alike and Frosty the little mongrel rescued from the Blue Cross (yet another birthday present)!

I love my friends and I have some pretty darn great ones… I believe you can tell a lot about a person from their friends so obviously I am pretty freaking AWESOME since my friends are pretty freaking cool too!

I wouldn’t go so far as to say I love my job but I do feel gratified when I have a clear deliverable to work towards and there’s a total adrenalin rush until I hand it in… then I get a bit bored because the fun part is over and I hate going back into the document to simply change things based on feedback… it’s just too boring. But I do love a glowing commendation on a job well done. I guess it’s hard to really love a job when it’s a job, rather than a profession. I never really leaned towards a doctor/lawyer type of thing… I think the closest I got was wanting to be a chartered accountant. Not sure what happened there… I think computers came along and that was the end of that. So 8 years later, I’m still in IT and I can’t complain… I think mostly I do like systems and processes better than I like numbers. But on some days, I’m not so sure…

There are plenty of other things I love in my life but they might be on par with a party night out or just under… I love reading… I’ll read absolutely anything although I do prefer fiction. Reading and my alcohol intake do not go so well together because no matter what the time and irrespective of how blind I am, I will pick up the book on the bedside table without fail and attempt to read… sometimes I’ve managed to get through whole chapters but the next day it’s all such a blur, I have to go back and start over. And this has happened time and time again… nonetheless I persevere…

I love eating chocolate and going out for Italian and Indian food. I love drinking my hot chocolate in the mornings, even in summer… although I’ve cut them down to about 2 a week. I love flowers… white roses and colourful tulips… I like going to the movies or curling up on the couch with a DVD… I am also a total couch potato Monday to Thursday and have numerous favourite must see TV shows per day. I love eating potato chips and ketchup… I’m not sure why I’m bringing this up but I suddenly thought of them and can’t help drooling… I completely drench the chips in ketchup and then mix them up with my hands and eat them like rice and yogurt… it is to freaking die for! I also love eating ice cream but that’s the last thing I’m going to say about eating since this is not a food post! I love listening to music on my way to and from work and I love singing along to live guitar playing. I like reading other peoples blogs (when they update them… hmph!) and my newest online obsession is Facebooking! I also like catching up with friends on MSN, the phone or email but there’s never quite enough of it, one feels. Oh my god, how could I forget… I love owning new stuff (and hence, have to carry out the necessary evil of shopping to get there)… I love driving with the sun roof open on a warm sunny day and I love crossing the river when walking back home (because as you may or may not know, I heart bodies of water)… I love sleeping… if there is no alcohol in my system, I can sleep and sleep for even 12 hours each night. But alas, alcohol does not mix well with my sleep patterns and I jump right up with the slightest noise and the smallest toss or turn from the person lying next to me. It’s just punishment for how well I sleep during the week I feel. This is why my Saturday/Sunday mornings are always crap! That’s enough for now about things I like to do.

Concerning my personality in general, clearly I am not blonde and I am certainly not ditzy… I’m quite the opposite of ditzy really… I’m a control freak so I know exactly what’s happening when… that doesn’t mean I don’t go with the flow and don’t do stuff unless its been planned and I’ve been told well in advance… if such a spontaneous plan comes up though, I mentally have to readjust stuff in my head to get my life back into sync i.e. laundry postponed until tomorrow, grocery shopping absolutely has to be done today so whatever happens getting to Safeway by 6:00 pm, after two beers won’t have mood to cook dinner so any leftovers available… nope… dinner out then, etc. etc. I also feel I have borderline OCD but let’s dwell on that another time. I guess another thing about me is that I am rather a lazy person but once I get started on something, there’s no turning back. So this is where my mental to do list helps me move my ass because when it gets over 5 items, I’m in serious trouble and that motivates me enough to cross off at least 3 items in the one go. So yes, I am also a bit of a procrastinator. This also explains my couch potato habit for most of the working week… that’s why, when the weekend rolls around, the promise of alcohol and fun times with good friends is what perks me up and gets me off the couch. And once I’m off it, I am never very keen to get back to it (metaphorically speaking) and insist on partying till the cows come home.

This leads in nicely to the next topic – the one regarding my bottomless pit of desire for Bacardi Rum… it is not true at all that I have a bottomless pit… quite the contrary… sometimes I am terribly hungover and no amount of coaxing will convince my stomach that drinking again is just the ticket to recover… at other times, my stomach gets full really quickly and again no amount of coaxing will convince my stomach that 2 drinks is not an acceptable limit at which to stop drinking. Then there are other times where I stupidly start off with beer or wine and then try and switch and oh boy does that fail miserably most times. If I’m lucky I just get really tired and want to pass out. If I’m unlucky, I feel like I’m seasick and almost always have to throw up to recover. So as per that other control freak aspect of my personality, since I know what I’m doing most weekends i.e. birthday parties, etc., I am mentally prepared to have a great time so somehow that helps me drink heaps and since I am also off the couch, I really just love to stay out and party on! Sadly, not everyone is off the same temperament and on most occasions I am forced home when people around me are passing out or the party is packing up! But look me up on the Sunday and chances are I am back to my couch potato mode and it will take rather a lot to induce me to drink and even then I will stop at like 2 or 3. Luckily, whether I have plans on Friday or not, I am totally up for anything because it’s just terribly depressing to hang out at home on the couch on a Friday evening and I am only tempted to do it if I have a very very big Saturday planned.

That about wraps it up for now. My next post will go back to it’s partying ways and be all about the last one month and it’s 101 birthday parties, concerts and other events. Things are also brightening up considerably... glorious daylight savings time is back again and we've had a couple of wonderfully warm summer days... This weekend I am off to the eastern most tip of mainland Australia – a delightful little coastal town called Byron Bay. Going with 6 others so should be heaps of fun. And in the meantime, be safe and drink responsibly :-p

Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun. Shine on you crazy diamond…

Yay… I have been tagged… just when I was beginning to doubt my popularity in blogworld with no one tagging me :-( But, I have to ask, why is it 8 things about oneself? I don’t know if I have that many things to say… or maybe I have more. Let’s see how it goes…

1. I love my new phone so much I want to make babies with it. On Friday night, I was treating it like a real person and flipped it open every time anyone said anything exciting… and did I mention I can have any mp3 as my ring tone just by copying it over from the computer (look, these things have probably been possible for a long time with other phones but its my first time, ok?! Till now, I had to make do with Nokia standard ring tones… for some reason I couldn’t even download ring tones)!!! And, I have a guitar theme set and every time I flip it open and snap it shut, there’s a cool little guitar strum. Oh my god, my phone rocks (as does my boyfriend for getting it for me)!!
   
2. I care about stray dogs with no one to love them a hell of a lot more than I care about homeless people.
   
3. I am convinced I’m going to die of a slow, horrible cancer death one day but that doesn’t stop me from drinking, smoking cigarettes or smoking weed!! I have this great hope that a lot of people our generation have that someone somewhere will invent the miracle cure by the time all this shit goes down. I am also convinced I will have diabetes but that I can blame on heredity at least!!
   
4. At least twice a year my parents ask me when I’m getting married so they can plan and give people overseas enough notice and I just tell them that I haven’t even thought about it and will make up my mind in a year or so… I’ve been doing this for at least two years now and they’re getting more and more paranoid and advising me about biological ticking fertility clocks and they gasp in horror when I say there’s certainly no way I’m having children until I’m 35. The thing is I’ve already decided the year I’m getting married and I’ve already told my family and friends overseas to keep the year free for a trip to India and I’ve even planned little details in my head like what music will play when I walk down the aisle and what the wedding invitation will look like and I’ve decided to have my first child when I’m 30… ok that’s only 5 years away… scratch that and make it 31. So I’m not sure why I want them to be the last to know like this?!
   
5. I am the polar opposite of an atheist and fully believe in God and Jesus Christ and the Catholic Church and Heaven and Hell. Each day more (I am not sure if that phrase makes sense) that I live in sin sends me one step closer to Hell and sometimes it really keeps me up at night when I can’t get to sleep. And believe me it’s not as simple as saying Sorry to the priest at Confession.
   
6. Earlier this year, we decided we’re moving back to India in 2 years. At the time, it seemed the most obvious decision and I didn’t even have to think about it – it just felt right. Ever since, I have been having such a good time in Australia I’ve started having all these doubts like will I find a good job with a kick ass salary, will I be able to work those long 10 hour days and 6 day weeks, will I even be able to communicate properly with this maid I want so desperately considering my really sad level of Tamil, etc. etc. I’m not changing my decision but making this kind of decision always opens your eyes to the little things you love so much about a place. When I knew I was leaving Madras, I fell so madly in love with it. I know I’m leaving Australia and I’m falling madly in love with Melbourne and am already looking forward to trips I’ll make here once every few years. The grass man… why does it have to always look greener when really it’s all the same kind of muddy brown??!!
   
7. A certain addiction has bloomed very late in life for me… it’s called shopping! I’ve never been this way before. A huge aspect to this was money… I loved getting new things but if I knew I didn’t have money I wouldn’t even bother with window shopping. But ever since they started paying me oodles of cash at this new job, a long suffering caged animal has been set free and my mind says be still, my spending heart. After one such shopping expedition, Mr. Moonlight politely pointed out that I’d spent more in one afternoon than the average Indian worker makes in a year. This made me feel bad for about 2 seconds before I set out on my next romp – hey, I got the cash, I’m gonna spend it. The thing is though I’ve always had hoards and hoards of clothes – I just love clothes and because I have so many I don’t wear a particular item often and so it doesn’t get washed that many times a year and so I still have tops in mint condition from when I was 18 (and they do still fit!!). Clothes I know I will absolutely never wear again I donate but these 7 year old ones that still look good, I still wear now and then. But this addiction only became painfully apparent in the last two months when I couldn’t get my monthly clothes fix anymore because I had to save all this money for the outstanding payment on the house. So I avoid going into all clothes stores now – it’s really hard because I walk past a lot of them every day. And the other day I drove my parents to the mall and guess who ended up buying anything? I’ll give you a hint – it wasn’t the holidaymakers. But on this point, I have to say I’m not a shoe fanatic like most women. I have about 10 pairs that I use on a regular basis. Surely most women have at least 30? But anyway, I had to get my monthly fix from somewhere these last two month and it’s called furniture… muahahahahaha… unfortunately for poor Mr. Moonlight, he had to contribute towards this fix of mine too!
   
8. When people say way to go on buying your first home so young, I kinda shrug and say, yeah well… But inside I am secretly more proud than I’ve ever been before of anything, that I owned my first home before I was 25. Now I’m just hoping I won’t have to sell it by the time I’m 26 the rate at which I’m spending :-)
   

So to pass on the tag, I tag Tartrazina, JR, Jay, DnA, AB, Jax, The Box and Wanderstruck… I hope at least two of you do it!

How much is that doggie in the window? I do hope that doggie’s for sale…

Yay… I have been tagged at just the right time when I wasn’t sure what I felt like writing about. So here goes…

Seven Things I Plan To Do:

1. Skydive
2. Learn how to play guitar
3. Get fit
4. Tour Europe
5. Get a dog
6. Buy a convertible
7. Design my own house

Seven Things I Can Do:

1. Sing sing sing
2. Survive quite happily on a diet of rice and curds and fried fish/chicken/mince/prawns/potato
3. Sleep for 12 hours at a stretch
4. Drink like a fish
5. Shine academically
6. Smoke like a hippie
7. Make people laugh

Seven Things I Can't Do:

1. Eat anything that has long slices of onion in it (or even any other kind of vegetable)
2. Get out of bed without snoozing
3. Drink gin
4. Play particularly well at any sport
5. Spend another Christmas without my family
6. Spend my life without a furry four-legged companion of the canine variety
7. Stop eating chocolate

Seven Things I Say Most Often:

1. Fuckin’ hell
2. Chooth (Hindi)
3. Ey Watha (Tamil! I have no idea how the second word is spelt)
4. As if
5. Whatever
6. Yeah right
7. That only

I’m not tagging anyone but everyone is free to do it if they want… it’s a lot harder than it seems!

So then I analysed my things I plan to do list to see if I was close to any of them and I believe I am to some of them.

Skydive – just waiting for the right time or a trip to New Zealand

Learn how to play guitar – I can play notes E and F now. A friend gave me his old guitar which was very kind of him and he would’ve taught me more if everyone else present didn’t prefer him playing the guitar to me learning it. But I shall persevere…

Get fit – Been at the gym for almost two months now. Rather scared to check my weight and measure my waist because what if there hasn’t been any improvement?! Still I do feel slightly better so here’s hoping…

Tour Europe – Ideally, this will happen next year or the year after. But its just so expensive and I can see my entire life savings being blown away on the one trip to Europe. But I think it will be worth it… and its time I stopped spending every holiday of mine in India.

Get a dog – This one kills me the most. Right now I don’t have the house and backyard but more than that I keep wondering what the poor thing will do when I’m out of the house 50 hours a week! The dogs in Madras always had someone for company and when we returned from a holiday they’d let us know exactly how lonely they’d been by barking up a frenzy. Hey… that’s what my next post is going to be about… the story of all my darling dogs (and there were a few)

Buy a convertible – I really want to do this next year but there are many obstacles along the way like getting an Australian drivers licence (I’m quite certain I will fail the test – everyone does at least once) and of course, the big one – money! I could just buy any old car for less money but I think that since I don’t really need a car, it’d be fun to buy a cool car now at the age when I can do cool stuff and not want these things later in life when I am bogged down by shopping bags and car seats!

Design my own house – This seems the furthest away. In fact, I don’t think it’ll happen in this country in this lifetime (I’ll be lucky to even afford an average house off the block) unless I win the lottery… but since I don’t even play… I guess I can hope that I get a super high-paying job in India that will allow me to fulfil this plan…

So there you have it! Let's hope I make them all happen...

Welcome To My Life

Sit back and relax folks… we have a hell of a lot to cover. I was tagged by The Lil’ Le Poutski and then Rat went and exposed her whole work area so I’ve decided to combine everything and expose it all.

Let’s begin with my bag… that storage device that I cant seem to get away from. I am a creature of habit and can’t be bothered moving all my stuff from bag to bag so I pretty much use the same bag for the working work and it’s an enormous pain in the ass to move stuff to my smaller bags on the weekends. Such trials, I tell you…



Anyway, the bag itself was one of the items one of my aunts bought me in May when I was in the US (as an aside, its great meeting up with aunts/grandparents who try to make up for years of no birthday and Christmas presents in two weeks). I really like the bag and the design reminds me of decorative icing on a cake.

In my bag, I carry (sounds like one of those memory games)…

A cell phone carry case that my Mom brought me from India. I keep my cell phone in it while its in the bag so it doesn’t get scratched. I don’t care that much about my cell phone, but have to use the cell phone carry case no?

My camera in its carry case. Damn, why does everything have a freaking case? I bought a really cool 7.2 mega pixel Sony Cybershot in May and I carry it with me everyday for no real reason. Digital cameras are not that bad, I guess. I stuck on to my 10 year old film camera for so long because nothing beats holding photos in your hand. So now I’ll just spend shitloads of money on printing my digital ones.

One Nine West wallet

The book I am currently reading because otherwise I would go mad with boredom on my 10 minutes to and from work on the tram. Its Salman Rushdie’s Haroun and the Sea of Stories. Its really quite funny and magical and I am enjoying it immensely – not as dark and intense as his other ones.

One pack of Wrigley’s Wild Berry Extra drops. Did you know that after eating, the pH level in your mouth drops considerably and allows cavity causing bacteria to attack? Wrigley’s Extra drops helps to restore the pH balance in your mouth so you can have strong teeth and healthy gums (fyi – straight from the pack). They are really yum and I am quite addicted!

My way cool CK sunnies (and their case;)) which S bought me last December. Before that I had a pair of Ray Bans for about 3 years and they were horribly disfigured towards the end.

Free sample of some vague perfume that I keep for fun

Lipstick and eye pencil for touch ups that I never touch up

Parker pen

One work security pass

One apartment building security pass (what a secure nation I live in)

House keys (2 nos., I told you they were dead serious about this security stuff) and a spare work key if the security pass doesn’t work for whatever absurd reason

Pack of tissues and some vague medicine

Some earrings that I’ve forgotten to take out of the bag at some point

A picture of Jesus Christ with a prayer on the back. I have one of these in every single bag I own because they’re always distributing them in front of Church or the railway station and I feel very bad to throw them away.

One electronic key that has my gym program on it, but more on new gym and peripherals later.

One compact little umbrella (in matching case) that came with the bag and for that I am very grateful because my other umbrella is this big-ass-cover-5-people kind of BMW Williams umbrella that S bought me at Formula 1 time last year when I loooved BMW Williams for Montoya and Ralf. This year I am not supporting any team, its been more of an anti-Ferrari thing and its working also. But more on Formula 1 at the end of the season.

And that concludes the tour of my beautiful earth-toned cavernous bag. Moving on to my wallet…



I have a grand total of $37 and 70 cents. Normally I only have 70 cents but for some reason I’m carrying quite a bit of liquid cash this week. Did you know that Australian notes are plastic and can’t really be torn unless you are fully determined to tear them? And yes, that is England’s Queen Elizabeth on the $5 note… Australia might as well still be a colony of England… we have a public holiday for Her Highness’s birthday and all (not that I’m complaining).

3 ANZ ATM cards… I’m only meant to have 2 and another is in the mail… the bank has been totally screwing with my life for the past month or so.

Artfully covering the ATM cards is my Sub Club Appreciation card. Two more stickers and I get a FREE 12 inch sub from Subway – the Fresh Food People. How fucking cool am I?

My National Bank credit card (which I never use) and my Virgin credit card (which I use too much).

Artfully covering the credit cards is my bloody expensive monthly Metcard.

Some other miscellaneous cards are my Indian driver’s licence which is actually my only form of ID since I don’t carry my passport around the place. I really need to get an Australian one.

We also have my 2003 student card which I am unable to let go of, my government sponsored Medicare health insurance card, a Rent Card if I wanted to pay my rent at the post office, a brand spanking new Port Phillip library card (what was I thinking spending hundreds of dollars on books every couple of months), and an Essential Beauty Club card which makes me an exclusive member of the place I get my eyebrows done at and quite frankly I had forgotten I even had such a card till I looked at it yesterday.

A Bar Secrets card of a bar called Cherry. Bar Secrets is those pack of card type things with a different bar on each card and the bloody things cannot be used as playing cards which I find slightly ridiculous. Anyway, this was in my wallet for a long time because one drunken night I think we meant to go here but eventually didn’t.

Some miscellaneous business cards and notes on my bank a/c details, tax file no., etc.

One bill (I don’t keep receipts unless there is a chance I might need to return something) and one company Cab charge. Again I had forgotten I had this cab charge, so one company sponsored ride home coming up.

One American dollar bill which I keep for sentimental reasons. I only started using this wallet a few months ago and before that I was using a wallet sent by my grandmother a few years ago and she sent the $1 bill in it and I’m still holding on to it.

And finally, a couple of photographs… my family portrait taken six years ago… this is the first thing I see when I open it and if I change wallets, my new one will also need a space for me to keep this photo. Behind the family one, I have two passport photos of S and one of Rat (yes, she’s the red one). When I left India, I asked people to give me their passport pix so I could keep in my wallet and I think she was the only one who had one.

So that’s that. Now a quick view of what I see as soon as I open my eyes every morning…



My bookcase is a total mess and slightly overflowing and I’ve resorted to piling them up beside my bed. I really need a new one.

My slightly large perfume collection – I was obsessed with perfume some years ago and collected them like mad.

My beautiful ancient TV that keeps me entertained when I’m too lazy to sit outside. Please do not miss the measures we’ve resorted to with the equally ancient and broken antenna. Neighbours is currently playing on TV if anyone cares.

My trusty heater that is never far from my side and my trusty alarm clock that never gives me (or anyone else who lives with me) a moment of peace in the mornings.

The Ferrari flag hanging on the wall is NOT mine. I don’t know why I tolerate it.

I like to surround myself with photographs of the people (and dogs) I love and there are quite a few more in other parts of the room/house.

And finally, my space at work… the place I spend most of my waking hours at… hours that would be infinitely more pleasurable spent sleeping, reading or smoking up…



My LCD monitor with my beloved dogs as the wallpaper. Well, dear Holly is no more of course but dear Chocolate is still alive and kicking. I have a post-it note with my name stuck to my monitor because my dear friend M gets kicks out of writing our names beautifully on post-it notes.

Precariously sitting on the top of my monitor is a family of Russian dolls. These are those cool dolls that fit inside the other – so you open the father and pop the mother in and you should’ve already popped all the kids inside the mother. I get immense amounts of amusement from these Russian dolls that I stole from my friend Sh who sits across from me. Also sitting there is a taxi. Everyone in the company got a different type of Matchbox car at some ‘Where are we going as a company’ type meeting. I can’t really remember what the car signified so you can tell I am a highly inspired employee.

You can also see my (well ok, the company’s) IBM T-41 laptop in its my docking station and my (these are really mine) TDK headphones that I listen to my beloved iTunes with, and my (the company’s again) cool Cisco Voice over IP phone.

My cell phone (Nokia 6610i) sits on an ugly dolphin cell phone stand that my friend Sh stole from some Christmas hamper and gave to me.

Many folders and papers and files to make it seem I work very hard and various mugs and stationery items and tissue paper.

Finally, just behind the Cisco phone, you can see a cheery Christmas stuffed dog that Sh gave me as a Christmas present last year. On that same day, we had our department Christmas party and went on this boat cruise and had the traditional Kris Kringle exchange and my Kris Kringle also gave me an identical cheery Christmas stuffed dog and so this second dog got a bit high on the boat cruise and accompanied us to a pub after the cruise and was pictured taking sips of people’s beer. So basically we decided they were twins and while Sober works hard all day in the office, Shitfaced leads a party life in my house (they were named after a set of shot glasses I have… the four stages of drinking… Sober, Drunk, Pissed and Shitfaced)!

With those pearls of wisdom I will leave you. This was really fun by the way and I’m sorry it was so long… there’s just so much to tell!

Penny Lane

You are Penny Lane! The centerpiece of Almost Famous, you are a dreamer in the highest degree. Your jacket spawned a million Abercrombie look-alikes this year, but they'll never embody the spirit of rock n' roll quite like you did. You have a tender heart, which is easily wounded, but you also possess the will to move on, which comes in quite handy. In your own words, "It's all happening".

Borrowed this quiz from The Bride. Quite ironic indeed. Although, I have to say that I didn't choose this name because of Penny Lane from Almost Famous... I always liked the Beatles song and got the "idea" to make it my MSN nickname from the movie. And the rest as they say, is history!

Which Almost Famous character are you?

The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

You're The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe!

by C.S. Lewis

You were just looking for some decent clothes when everything changed quite dramatically. For the better or for the worse, it is still hard to tell. Now it seems like winter will never end and you feel cursed. Soon there will be an epic struggle between two forces in your life and you are very concerned about a betrayal that could turn the balance. If this makes it sound like you're re-enacting Christian theological events, that may or may not be coincidence. When in doubt, put your trust in zoo animals.

Take the Book Quiz

My Life: The Soundtrack

Opening Credits: Pink Floyd - Coming Back to Life

Waking up: Sophie B. Hawkins - As I Lay Me Down

Average Day: Beatles - Penny Lane

First Date: The Wonders - That Thing You Do

Falling in Love: Beatles - All My Loving/Mel Carter - Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me

Love Scene: The Killers - Indie Rock & Roll

Fight Scene: White Town - Your Woman

Breaking Up: Grinspoon - Better Off Alone

Getting Back Together: The Perishers - Trouble Sleeping

Secret Love: Damien Rice - The Blower's Daughter/Dire Straits - Tunnel of Love

Life's Okay: Simon & Garfunkle - Feeling Groovy (59th Street Bridge Song)

Mental Breakdown: Sex Pistols - My Way

Driving: Dire Straits - Sultans of Swing

Learning a Lesson: The Shins - New Slang

Deep Thought: Beatles - Strawberry Fields Forever

Flashback: Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here/Time

Partying: Goyrella - Goyrella/Mauro Picotto - Komodo

Happy Dance: Bryan Adams - Summer of '69

Regretting: Chicane - No Ordinary Morning

Long Night Alone: Jack Johnson - Taylor

Death Scene: Dire Straits - Brothers in Arms

Closing Credits: Pink Floyd - Comfortably Numb

The Blogger's Quiz

I am bored and not getting sleep so I thought I would fill in Dave B or Ryan's quiz since everyone else on the planet has...

THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:
Mad about Madras
Penny Lane
.................

THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
My Smile
My Hair
My Legs
I might also add my new found love for eyebrows since I started getting them done!

THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
My Stomach
My Hands
My Feet

THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:
Indian
Madrasi/Malayali (my god, does that word end with an i or an e?)
Roman Catholic

THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:
Getting old
Ending up alone
Being buried alive with my dog and she gets so hungry, she starts to eat me

THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
Watch
Wallet
Keys

THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
Watch
Glasses
PJs

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS OR MUSICAL ARTISTS (currently speaking):
The Beatles (that will never change)
Pink Floyd (another constant)
The Killers

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS (currently speaking):
Morning Train
Sly
No Ordinary Morning

THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP
Lots of laughter
Lots of fun
Lots of understanding

TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE (in no particular order):
I love dogs
I am happy
I am bored

THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:
Reading
Singing
TV

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:
Get a cool job
Get out of the freezing winter
Smoke a joint (its been so long)

THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:
User Interface Design
IT Solutions Consultant
Business Analysis

THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:
Hawaii
New Zealand
The Great Barrier Reef

THREE KID'S NAMES YOU DON'T LIKE:
Jignesh (or Jiggy for short)
Teresa (my family so needs to move on from that)
Arvind (I'm not sure why)

THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
Skydive
Be able to look back with pride on a good career
Surround myself with family and friends and dogs

THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A BOY:
Drinking Drinking Drinking
Weed Weed Weed
I hate chick flicks

THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A CHICK:
I am obsessed with my hair
Sad movies make me cry
I love dressing up

THREE CELEB CRUSHES:
Jude Law
Jude Law
Jude Law (actually I think Clive Owen is sorta hot too)