tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105194661236209812024-03-13T03:21:36.505-07:00I see spots!!!Pin-up Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847087346958256459noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-510519466123620981.post-40740151789914974802011-07-09T00:47:00.001-07:002011-07-09T00:52:35.331-07:00my bad!!!!I am so bad at this blogging thing. I am much better on facebook. I recently saw the movie The Social Network and I hate to say this but the creator to facebook does appear to be a jerk. whz steal someone else's idea and cut someone else's investments??? then i remember what facebook is worth now and it all makes sense. but is it tru that you have got to stand on someone else to reach to the top??? Makes me wonder...Pin-up Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847087346958256459noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-510519466123620981.post-2746755424839751902011-04-25T12:29:00.000-07:002011-04-28T04:53:21.858-07:00my midnight mudpie!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g8Bfys_5LKw/TblVIglQHlI/AAAAAAAAACA/iF7V-aQ5D_U/s1600/OREO_Mud_Pie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g8Bfys_5LKw/TblVIglQHlI/AAAAAAAAACA/iF7V-aQ5D_U/s400/OREO_Mud_Pie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600601216285417042" border="0" /></a><br />so after my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">siesta</span>,<br /><br />which was quite uneven with the landlady's 'sausage' dog having a bad day-barking away to glory and the neighbours throwing a terrace party...who the hell throws terrace party in mid summer in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Hyderabad's</span> heat!!!!...anyway!!!)<br /><br />i suddenly remember i have to click pictures for opening this joint account at the bank with my husband.<br /><br />(oh <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">BTW</span> did i tell u i was married???...i <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">don't</span> think i did...<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">I'm</span> married- met him in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Nov</span>, fell in love in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Dec</span>, got hitch this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Feb</span> and moved base to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Hyderabad</span> in march.<br />current status- married<br />desperate housewife,<br />desperately <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">don't</span> wanna stay a housewife<br />so am dying to get dyeing like i used to do.)<br /><br />so i get all dressed up...wear my husband's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">anokhi</span> shirt, slap make up on my face and go to the nearest photo studio which turned out <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">ot</span> be in the shadiest of shady <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">zairanagar</span>(<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">I'm</span> not sure if <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">that's</span> the correct spelling).<br /><br />here i am in my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Indian</span> high street brand, in a garage turned photo studio where the photographer is busy watching t.v. he looks at me, (<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">I'm</span> all sweaty by this time thanks to the various hills in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">banjara</span> hills and the humidity has got best of my hairdo), makes me sit in front of a curtain (which used to be white in prehistoric times but has <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">definitely</span> lost the battle against time n dust) and just starts click clicking like a banshee all the while telling me in a highly accented <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">english</span> to '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">esmile</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">pleaze</span>'.i oblige but my smile is more of a wince than anything else <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">coz</span> the stool he made me sit on was a poorer cousin of the leaning tower of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Pisa</span> and sitting straight on it was a pain!<br /><br />once the photo session was over then came the humiliating battle wit <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">photoshop</span> where the guy was hell bent to make me look like <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">Angelina</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">Jolie</span>. i know i have marks on my face and a chin to go with my chin but seriously do u really need to make me all perfect and plastic!!!!<br /><br />but <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">I'm</span> new in the city and you never know when <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">I'll</span> need to go back to the shady studio. so i humbly take the assault on my image, take the quick digital print out and almost run out of the place!!!<br /><br />on my way back home i enter this bistro which advertised <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">dilli</span> chat which had put me off the place for so long. never the less the place <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">surprised</span> me with the gorgeously baked food and the breakfast all day menu...i buy the whole wheat bread that reminds me of my cookie jars breads from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">kolkata</span> and a mud pie for myself knowing perfectly well that i could devour it completely as my husband was suffering from indigestion from awesome <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">kerela</span> food we had had the night before.<br /><br />so here i am...playing <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">city ville</span> on <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">face book</span>, typing my heart out on this blog and helping myself generously to my midnight mud pie!!!Pin-up Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847087346958256459noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-510519466123620981.post-49877316315943059962011-04-25T03:04:00.000-07:002011-04-25T13:11:23.671-07:00before the afternoon siesta...hi!<br /><br />do you think the chocolate fountain in charlie and the chocolate factory was actually made of chocolate??? beats me!!! I am beat anyway...promise to write longer and better next time...happy birthday blog!!!<br /><br />bye!!!Pin-up Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847087346958256459noreply@blogger.com1