so where is the donkey in the pic. well someone had to draw right
Friday, November 10, 2006
Friday, November 03, 2006
Yaba daba dooo
I need to get myself a baby dinosaur and
I want to get a big paunch like Fred Flinstone.
but no dinasaur insight and hmm, I lost another pound.
Monday, October 30, 2006
The Wonder Years Tag!
Tagged by silverline and under threat of her strong-arm tactics
(plzz.. Noooo.. Oowww… that hurt *sob* *sob*),
am penning my childhood memories.
The tag is
1. Write 8-10 things about childhood ( 1-12 years) that you miss.
2. Write 8-10 things that you disliked about childhood.
here goes.
What I miss
1. Going back to Kerala during school vacation, and eating jack fruit, lots of them and then spending next day in restroom :)
And once out, again eating more jackfruit.
2. Drinking lots of Rice soup made from broken, unpolished rice (podiarre kanjee)
and then lying around like an upturned tortoise, unable to move.
3. Cycling in the campus. We were in an airforce campus and had a huge safe camp.
The crowning glory was cycling on the runways.
4. On really rainy days, the area around our classroom would be lightly flooded. So we would make small hole just below the door for the water to seep in. Soon the class would be flooded. We will all say our morning class prayers standing on top of the benches and then happily go home for the day.
5. The Durga pooja (a major festival) and the khechadi (kind of a rice plus cereals mix, made into a thick soup like stuff). It used to be a 3-4 day carnival, complete with dances and food.
6. Going on hunts to find wild sweet potatoes in the campus.
This was like the wildest hunting trip anyone could ever take :)
And what I hated.
1. Having to drink milk. Mummies ( thats how i call my mom, smtimes) would bring me milk and I would say, put some tealeaves in it and give me as tea. Mom would invent new ways of trying to give me milk, like serving it when my favorite TV program was running and I would find new ways of escaping, like throwing the milk in the sink and saying I finished it.
2. When I was very young, I bloodied a fellow's nose. So as a punishment, my teacher made me sit one who whole sem, in the middle of girls.
But I am ready to bloody another guy's nose, if I will get the same punishment again ;-)
3. We moved frequently, like every 3-4 years. so I don't have much of old school buddies.
4. Being different.
5. The long train journeys back to Kerala. It was so tiring and the train would smell bad. The one good thing was I fell for novels - hook, line and sinker. On these journeys, my parents realized how much books can cost, but alas too late :-P
Come to think of it, I really did enjoy my childhood and gave lots of people hard times ( that was the most enjoyable part :-) ).
And now for my favourite part, tagging
So I tag
1. Deepa , the girl who writes love, literally.
2. That crazy lawyer, who is out cooking food and smtimes cooking other lawyers, who oppose her.
3. The japanese girl, with mesmerizing sweet orange hair
4. Hirdu maharaz, all the gays in SFO are mourning his departure ( kidding girls, he is not gay, but then again why take chances ;-) )
5. Bold n Beautiful , who has agreed to give some of her extra flabs to me, for a price. She drives a hard bargain
6. The dentist with canary's voice - ann ( revenge @last for the earlier tagging :=) )
and anyone who reads this mail...
(plzz.. Noooo.. Oowww… that hurt *sob* *sob*),
am penning my childhood memories.
The tag is
1. Write 8-10 things about childhood ( 1-12 years) that you miss.
2. Write 8-10 things that you disliked about childhood.
here goes.
What I miss
1. Going back to Kerala during school vacation, and eating jack fruit, lots of them and then spending next day in restroom :)
And once out, again eating more jackfruit.
2. Drinking lots of Rice soup made from broken, unpolished rice (podiarre kanjee)
and then lying around like an upturned tortoise, unable to move.
3. Cycling in the campus. We were in an airforce campus and had a huge safe camp.
The crowning glory was cycling on the runways.
4. On really rainy days, the area around our classroom would be lightly flooded. So we would make small hole just below the door for the water to seep in. Soon the class would be flooded. We will all say our morning class prayers standing on top of the benches and then happily go home for the day.
5. The Durga pooja (a major festival) and the khechadi (kind of a rice plus cereals mix, made into a thick soup like stuff). It used to be a 3-4 day carnival, complete with dances and food.
6. Going on hunts to find wild sweet potatoes in the campus.
This was like the wildest hunting trip anyone could ever take :)
And what I hated.
1. Having to drink milk. Mummies ( thats how i call my mom, smtimes) would bring me milk and I would say, put some tealeaves in it and give me as tea. Mom would invent new ways of trying to give me milk, like serving it when my favorite TV program was running and I would find new ways of escaping, like throwing the milk in the sink and saying I finished it.
2. When I was very young, I bloodied a fellow's nose. So as a punishment, my teacher made me sit one who whole sem, in the middle of girls.
But I am ready to bloody another guy's nose, if I will get the same punishment again ;-)
3. We moved frequently, like every 3-4 years. so I don't have much of old school buddies.
4. Being different.
5. The long train journeys back to Kerala. It was so tiring and the train would smell bad. The one good thing was I fell for novels - hook, line and sinker. On these journeys, my parents realized how much books can cost, but alas too late :-P
Come to think of it, I really did enjoy my childhood and gave lots of people hard times ( that was the most enjoyable part :-) ).
And now for my favourite part, tagging
So I tag
1. Deepa , the girl who writes love, literally.
2. That crazy lawyer, who is out cooking food and smtimes cooking other lawyers, who oppose her.
3. The japanese girl, with mesmerizing sweet orange hair
4. Hirdu maharaz, all the gays in SFO are mourning his departure ( kidding girls, he is not gay, but then again why take chances ;-) )
5. Bold n Beautiful , who has agreed to give some of her extra flabs to me, for a price. She drives a hard bargain
6. The dentist with canary's voice - ann ( revenge @last for the earlier tagging :=) )
and anyone who reads this mail...
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Traitor
There was a time , when man could always depend on his best friend.
I mean the canine kind.
But since woman have started giving attention to it, things have changed
Recently a cute girl gave me the look,
so I, like any guy would, walked upto her.
"Grrrr.... Grrrr....."
from who else but her dog
girl: hey sweetie . come here to me
( she was speaking to the dog , not me *sigh*)
dog ( to me) : Grrrr... keep away
me: wooh wooh ssh.... cute dogie.
dog: don't shh shh me . That now works only when it comes from girls
me: why ? u r for ages the guys best friend
dog: that was last decade. now we switched sides
me: ***TRAITOR***
biting the hand that fed you
dog: I had to work for you.
you would shoot some poor animal and I would have to run to pick it up.
And being a lousy shots that you are, most times we had to do the dirty work
and make it look like u killed it.
u hav any idea how hard a wild boar fights.
me: well u got some wild meat to eat.
dog: too hard life. now I get soft nuggets, weekly washes , hugs every 10 minutes and kisses.
life is cool
me: u r taking away the guy's previliges
dog: u guys ruined it by being careless and insensitive.
me: hmm.. I agree. but these are the bad guys. It has made it harder for the good guy (*yours truly*) to meet a girl. The only thing I hear is go away. I don't want to get hurt. Now being a good guy, I go away. If I was a bad guy, I would have stuck around.
dog : too much talk. there is one thing I miss with girls. Eating Bones. The cute girls like to give me snacks and candy bars and not hard bones. So when I see 'bag of bones' like you I get tempted.
I made a hasty exit.
So dear female readers, are pets the solution to loneliness, instead of meeting the good guy.
I mean the canine kind.
But since woman have started giving attention to it, things have changed
Recently a cute girl gave me the look,
so I, like any guy would, walked upto her.
"Grrrr.... Grrrr....."
from who else but her dog
girl: hey sweetie . come here to me
( she was speaking to the dog , not me *sigh*)
dog ( to me) : Grrrr... keep away
me: wooh wooh ssh.... cute dogie.
dog: don't shh shh me . That now works only when it comes from girls
me: why ? u r for ages the guys best friend
dog: that was last decade. now we switched sides
me: ***TRAITOR***
biting the hand that fed you
dog: I had to work for you.
you would shoot some poor animal and I would have to run to pick it up.
And being a lousy shots that you are, most times we had to do the dirty work
and make it look like u killed it.
u hav any idea how hard a wild boar fights.
me: well u got some wild meat to eat.
dog: too hard life. now I get soft nuggets, weekly washes , hugs every 10 minutes and kisses.
life is cool
me: u r taking away the guy's previliges
dog: u guys ruined it by being careless and insensitive.
me: hmm.. I agree. but these are the bad guys. It has made it harder for the good guy (*yours truly*) to meet a girl. The only thing I hear is go away. I don't want to get hurt. Now being a good guy, I go away. If I was a bad guy, I would have stuck around.
dog : too much talk. there is one thing I miss with girls. Eating Bones. The cute girls like to give me snacks and candy bars and not hard bones. So when I see 'bag of bones' like you I get tempted.
I made a hasty exit.
So dear female readers, are pets the solution to loneliness, instead of meeting the good guy.
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