Summerthings

I don't beleive this. I'm getting addicted already. Addicted to endless minutes of tapping away furiously at an ugly plastic contraption that I still haven't quite mastered.

I start every summer with a things to do list. More often than not I end the summer with the same list. Things to do. Dance...let myself go...one, two, three, spin.......jive...salsa...dirty dancing. Get rid of my two left feet and emerge triumphant after a month of classes with one well trained right foot and another equally well trained left foot. Wishful thinking. Hmph

Things I've done. I went under the knife.....more so the scissor actually....letting my head full of wavy, frizzy, completely disobedient hair be operated upon by an amateur. Definitely not the best decision I made.....although not quite the worst either. An endless life of bad hair days.............I look into the horizon and what do I see........bad hair days.

Things I should have done.....attacked the endless pile of books that beckons me night and day...Rushdie, Mistry, Wyss et al.....will I ever be able to devour them all. For two summers in a row they've eluded me...cunning lil things. Always, just out of arms length.

Things I really should have done.......gone for it. For what, one may wonder. Mastered a certain skill....a skill that constantly eludes me...so much so that I wonder if its innate or learned. I'm reassured by others (who just by the eay are masters of the skill) that its learnt...easy for them to say. Will I ever know how? Will I ever get it right? Will I ever gain the confidence to pull it off with a flourish?

Things I shouldn't have done..........Kentucky Fried Chicken..........phoooeeeyyyy....cold, rubbery and tasteless. I hope they go out of business !!!!

Summerthings....gallons of nimbu pani, train journeys to family reunions, lazy walks along the seashore, taboo and dumb charades at pajama parties, almond fudge icecream, chocochip mint icecream, litchee icecream, any kind of icecream, drunken nights at a bungalow(masquerading as a resort) in a nondescript village by the Arabian sea.

Summerthings.....an endless string of meetings just because you have the time, hours and hours and hours in front of a screen waiting and waiting and waiting for a complete stranger from the other end of the world to respond to your plea to 'match', migraine and sinus, sleepless nights

Slowly but steadily the end of the summer draws closer. A luxury to be enjoyed no more...as I'm constantly reminded by Mommy dearest. Am I waiting in anticipation for summer '07? Am I? Can I push the thoughts of decisions to be taken and choices to be made out of my skull?

I'm just being dramatic...I still have a month to go....a month to enjoy my summerthings.

1 down and 99 to go

create your own visited countries map
or vertaling Duits Nederlands

I've visited 1% of the world and I have 99% to go.........kinda reminds me of my life right now and the things I have to do...........SIGH!!!!

Isn't it just lovely to wallow in self pity?

Quite by accident

Hmm.....i've just discovered (and quite by accident at that) this whole new alternative universe. Never done it before and don't quite know where I'm going with it.

Is it like keeping a diary? A diary that the whole world has access to? When did I let a keyboard replace the good ole pen n paper? Why I am I letting this happen? Does it even matter? I don't know....but I guess I'm gonna find out