Ideasyncrasies

Changes:  I'm married.  I ran away from home to get married. Like the movies. Unfortunately.  My dog is 4 now.   My husband loves him just as much as I do.  My husband loves me too :D  I earn quite well, for someone who once wanted to start her own dog creche and is now "managing relationships".  I still struggle with the flubber, but have currently started Zumba and LOVE it. Might be the answer.  I like to cook traditional food. Should have paid more attention to Mum in the kitchen.  I still love to read and read whenever I can.  I stopped blogging, and now feel the need to write about myself.  I dress much better than I used to, therefore I feel much better ( and poorer) than I used to :D  I love the way my husband and me complete each other's sentences.  I still like Coffee, but have it on rare occasions.  I have sort of learnt to swim. Yay ! I can now float for 2 minutes and THEN start drowni...

You're supposedly the part time lover And full time friend. The craggy steep hill And where the road bends. You're the last train home The scenic myopic route The hand that keys the thoughts The head that walks on air You're the secret that I keep The cries of the gulls The storm that beckons The story still unfolds MjC

I’ve just finished The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger. And I’ve cried again. I’ve read it while I’m supposed to be immersed in Economics, and it’s so different and beautiful after those Jude Deveraux books that i read at the rate of one per day, just…because. I’d be ashamed for anyone to know I read them, although they are nice, for that genre. Anyways, back to The Time Traveler’s Wife, in the midst of the benefits of monopoly, and I realize this is why I want to write; because, in all honesty, I really don’t give a shit about Economics. Let’s face it. Today, tomorrow, if the world doesn’t end, maybe a hundred years from now even, people will do business to earn a profit, and someone will be earning shit loads of money, and be intensely unhappy or happy despite or because of that. And someone somewhere will be struggling with a business that’s making a loss year after year, but he will still be at it because he began it, so he has to keep going on because it’s not ok, so it...

So I finally made it to Goa... Despite the cute guys in the train...(AHH..I can be good at dumb sarcasm)...And the hippie with no chuddi...n the numerous flying cockroaches that got into my food in the train. Loved the journey. Sat at the door of the train ( mum would have fits ! ). ..Hot, hot air blowing onto my face..Like a steam bath... Nearly died of thirst n exhaustion from the heat ....But the view was worth it. Rustic India. Like something from Ruskin Bond. Only in MY words. Not that id want to say I can write with that enthralling simplicity he has....Just.. And I slept all the way...When I wasn't flirting ( Blah) with the karan- like guy opposite me ( refer to Indian soap) who couldn't or wouldn't stop staring...something..You'd think id grown an extra head in the space of the 5 minutes that he'd seen me..Maybe twas the way I fixated my attention on the Thomas Hardy I was so plugged into. Flirting is an art. I admit it. I also admit I am an imbecile whe...