one wedding and a fuck all sprain.

soooo over last weekend i sprained my ankle (missing a step at satyam) sat on it. got up to get kapi thinking i am a.ok, fainted. got up watched the rest of the movie then limped to the doctor. its just a sprain. but looked pretty damn ugly.

i am also all weddinged out. had a close friend/boss's wedding. coz of sprain was limping around some more. but was super fun. yummy food, and decent company. but the amount of money BLOWN at the wedding makes me a little sick. but i think we all have our varying limits when it comes to money spent. which in a way depends on your upbringing and to some extent your "social/financial status". anyway, will mish aforementioned weddinged friend. muah love and kisses for her.

ankle much better. saw a bunch of movies since i was bed ridden for a bit.

hurt locker - didnt like

green zone - loved!

alice in wonderland - sorely disappointed.

the rebound - uhh chick flick.

date night - oookkkkk.

how to train your dragon - LOVED it.

k thats all i can remember now. bye.

stuff

if your unswervingly loyal, is it fair to expect the same?

we might as well be strangers.

what is an appropriate amount of time to wait for something/someone?

two sides of the same coin?

what would suck more someone your dating sleeping with some one else or falling in love with some one else?

shut down

what is it about a fever that makes us all like little babies? maybe its the viral infection coursing through that makes us feel vulnerable. but being sick makes me cranky. irritable.(insert all other synonyms for cranky here), emotional. very weak (maybe this has to do with my low tolerance levels for pain) and just over all sad and miserable. its worse when my mother is not there. (like now).

a) because there is no food, since grandma cant cook to save her life.

b) no one to fuss over you. its probably the only time in my life where i like the attention.

c) worse when you got to get into work. that just blows.

it makes me think. what if i was staying alone, then who would do all of the above? depressing thought. makes me also realize how much i take my mum for granted.

the thrill of the chase

how often is it just about the chase? as opposed to the object or person (as the case maybe)? is it a bad thing to be in it for the chase?

what if there is a role reversal and you become the prey?

once upon an april

i read a post on how to "break up" with a friend on a friends blog that got me thinking on what kind of friends do i have? type introspective questions, and random epiphanies. and...

i think we have different relationships with different people. platonic or otherwise. there are some friends who you might not have met, texted, im'd, called them in months, maybe years. but when you do call them you just pick up from where you left off. the comfort level is something altogether. quite difficult to explain.

then there are those who need constant attention. and when you haven't spoken to them in days it seems like you are miles apart. maybe it has to do with a lack to mental/emotional connection.

some have been your school/ childhood friends for years. literally decades. but life takes you on different paths i guess. and those years don't seem to make enough of an impact to make you "want" to keep in touch. or make any effort in preserving the friendship.

sometimes you even have people who fall into the random category. who you might be in touch with constantly but don't really fall into any particular category. they may not be your best friend. significant other. or family. just people who you meet randomly and sometimes even make a deep impact on your life.

maybe the point is that different people affect your life differently (duh..lol). and their impact is felt sometimes when they leave, at times when they "get" your back when you least expect it, at times when you stab you back..again when you least expect it. How you react to these various experiences depends on probably how deep you thought your relationship was. I have felt all of these above in the span of 6 months. and emotions from surprise, to joy, to sadness, to betrayal and deep deep pain.

but the good news time is a great healer. or at least diminishes the pain. the lump in the throat will get easier to swallow. and soon disappear all together.

here is to all my chicas and hombres :) who have been there through the good, bad and ugly. and to those who have not really been on their best behavior, well... your pmsing is not really my problem. :D