the peeflex is a lonely child

came up with a new word in the shower some days back.

Peeflex
–adjective
1. Physiology. noting or pertaining to involuntary urinary response to a stimulus.
–noun
1. Physiology.
a. Also called Peeflex act, urination caused by a reflex response.

In the words of Charlie Brown- "Good Grief!"

I just forgot I was one of a two! Lol.

I was just speaking with my boyfriend about what he was upto today. He said he had meeting 1, then meeting 2, and then wanted to meet his girlfriend. And for 3 seconds I was like, "Oh, ok. he's got other plans."

Oh Lord, save me from me!

P.S: question: when does one use ' and when does one use "?

the sister-aunty crossover

there comes a time in every girl's life when she gets tired of fooling around.
juggling hearts, in a 3-ring circus can someday drive a body down to the ground.
i never imagined that love would rain on me and make me wanna settle down.
oh baby it's true, i think i do and i just wanna tell you, that i want to with you.

(sing it to the tune of prince's 'forever in my life', in fact these are the lyrics to said song, just substituted 'girl' for 'man' in the first line- I LURVE YOU PRINCE!)

onwards, this morning a cab driver called me aunty, and i've recently returned from Lucknow where everyone calls you some variant of sister, didi or behen.

now, i'm not particular about being called either, thank goodness- but i do wonder which camp to personally subscribe to...

at work unfortunately, almost everyone calls me madam (i would die a little bit every time i heard it when i started out, but not any more) but, to be fair, we really don't have an Indian variant to 'excuse me'. which means that the average 'mid-twenties to any-age' woman gets subjected to all of the above imbued with any of a wide range of emotions from the sneer to really icky obsequiousness (oooh! 'longest word in blog' moment!) so,

adam! i'm not madam
nor sister, aunty, none of them!
(need help finishing this limerick... ideas are welcome)

if it's a girl, we'll call her manori. if it's a boy, we'll call him marve.

hello fellos

hiatuses are now the norm, so i shall stop being apologetic about them. (in case you're wondering, my first reaction was to go with 'hiatii', but wiktionary saved me- huzzah!)

all afore-mentioned plans are still afoot, the house-hunting, the secret thing becoming un-secret, the weight loss (i would exclaim LMAO at this point, but my arse is not that easy to laugh off, sigh)

so essentially, i seem to be running very fast to stay in one place.

let's have a poem then, shall we?

watched New Moon*, oh Taylor! swoon!
read Breaking Dawn till the break of dawn
watched Paa**, thought it was blah
'cept Amitabh was disguised, hurrah hurrah!
so, in order: girlie porn, an early morn and mostly yawns

(oh! by the way, the title of this post refers to an amazeballs*** trip to Manori to celebrate Kalpu's heb'berday)

P.S.es
* the movie was jenng, i.e. rather rubbishy; except for the hot bods! thank you taylor, thank you robert!
** why the fuck is so much english spoken in Paa??? abhishek bachan made for the MOST unconvincing Indian MP in all cinematic history!
*** i would tell you what it means, but it's kalpu's invention; and besides, you've probably already figured it out. cause you're smart like that :D