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Disliked Music

noreply@blogger.com (Bombay Girl) — Mon, 04 Jul 2011 11:39:00 +0000

no progressive rock - porcupine tree

no indie punk - the thermals

no rap

Mr. Marriage Check List

noreply@blogger.com (Bombay Girl) — Thu, 12 May 2011 14:17:00 +0000

I can live without you
My love for you will definitely change
You're not everything I need
I won't always hold you close
You and I aren't one.

Bah

noreply@blogger.com (Bombay Girl) — Mon, 04 Apr 2011 20:01:00 +0000

Courtesy calls, silence, watchmen, normal day and goodbyes.

O.K. then. So be it.

noreply@blogger.com (Bombay Girl) — Fri, 18 Mar 2011 14:46:00 +0000

L-Rs.3550

To Avoid Abuse By a Colleague/Boss

noreply@blogger.com (Bombay Girl) — Tue, 01 Feb 2011 22:06:00 +0000

Keep convo short and to the point and only if necessary
Before you have a convo, know exactly what you need to discuss, and what you want out of it.
Avoid anything or any event with him which is unrelated to job at hand - subconsciously already being implemented
Walk out immediately next time the line is crossed. no staring, no confusing, no looking here and there, no getting embarrassed. assimilate this brain, walk out pronto. you will meet a lot of people like this over the course of your life considering your goals, so you need to learn how to deal with this.
1) take it and get upset and seethe = NOT AN OPTION
2) draw the line and stick to it. -
seriously and politely call person out on it and ask for said event to not be repeated again or you will walk off
exit situation when if or when it happens again

UNCONSIOUS BRAIN= assimilate this - EXIT INCORRECT INAPPROPRIATE UNCOMFORTABLE SITUATIONS IMMEDIATELY.

Ask: is this incorrect, if yes, ask is this inappropriate, if yes, EXIT SITUATION
Ask Am I uncomfortable, if yes, ask is this inappropriate, if yes, EXIT SITUATION!
For, This is making me uncomfortable AND this is incorrect - EXIT SITUATION.

No shying, no embarrasment, no confusion.
body parts talk-inappropriate, uncomfortable, incorrect
caste talk-inappropriate, uncomfortable, incorrect
too nosy - uncomfortable and sometimes inappropriate
personal taunts - inappropriate

Reflex action this for now and get onto finding a better method if it exists.

Hachiku Dreams

noreply@blogger.com (Bombay Girl) — Sat, 22 Jan 2011 13:54:00 +0000

New York I Love You

Two lovers grew old together,

In a small suburb,

With mountains and the sea,

One for him, for her the other.

Woods for two too.

Those picket fences were painted white,

A green topped home,

Like his eyes.

The wood boarded walls were lighter..

Her eyes though, were much darker.

It snowed in the winter.

Many seasons passed

They hand in hand walked.

She said,

"I'm cold baby hold me closer.

Lift your feet. Lift your feet.

Lift your feet you pink skinned grumpy old man!"

Raised two good golden-skinned children,

He pottered around in that garden,

And she pottered around him.

She did afterall cook in that kitchen.

She'd known she would if it came to that.

And they had a loyal dog,

A large loyal greyhound.

Or was it a wolfhound

The skies were brighter,

As their eyes grew lighter,

Just a dream.

How can a movie about a dog

Bring it all back so clearly?

These ghosts of my past,

The one I loved dearly.

Maybe it came true

For someone else, not me

It must be a common dream.

For an earthly being.

Or maybe it did for me,

In the place where things go right.

In that alternate reality,

He didn't change, nor delude himself,
She was smarter
His loyalties were with her
It wasn't so hard.
Her hair didn't start to whiten in a year.

They're old, holding hands and walking

As she says,

"I love you too baby.

Don't let go of me.

Lift your feet and walk.

Lift your feet.

Lift your feet you grumpy old man!"

I was staring straight into the shining sun

noreply@blogger.com (Bombay Girl) — Sun, 09 Jan 2011 14:01:00 +0000

"I took a heavenly ride through our silence,
I knew the moment had arrived,
For killing the past and coming back to life"

Had a craving for this song and my comp was dead. After innumerable futile google queries, since youtube messed up on my cell, a mass message was sent out to my phonebook. Subsequent to trying out multiple suggestions, a call was placed, a person called with said music at 12 am and dancing and soul filling was carried out and I was a happy little Bombay Girl! I had a really nice movie and dinner date yesterday. Felt kinda shaky in my knees and like a new born. Found a copy of a letter from the ex while I was wrapping up cleaning before I was to go. Blah blah blah I love you, your's truly, xyz. Setback and tears. With the help of a clever sister, it was burned and put to rest, I dressed up in a pretty black dress and had a good time. Good guy, good movie, good restaurant, good date. Fun time. I don't know where to from here but I'm Coming Back To Life.

It's apt, clever, catchy, in time, pink floyd.

Where were you when I was burned and broken
While the days slipped by from my window watching
Where were you when I was hurt and I was helpless
Because the things you say and the things you do surround me
While you were hanging yourself on someone else's words
Dying to believe in what you heard
I was staring straight into the shining sun

Lost in thought and lost in time
While the seeds of life and the seeds of change were planted
Outside the rain fell dark and slow
While I pondered on this dangerous but irresistible pastime
I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the moment had arrived
For killing the past and coming back to life

I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the waiting had begun
And headed straight . . . into the shining sun

noreply@blogger.com (Bombay Girl) — Fri, 10 Dec 2010 18:44:00 +0000

Omg yaaaaaaaaay!! he's online!! aaah haha I'm all excited haaa

Crush crush go away, come again another day because I'm confused

noreply@blogger.com (Bombay Girl) — Fri, 10 Dec 2010 18:02:00 +0000

AAAAAaaahhh!! Haven't spoken to current crush in 3 days. I'd decided to take timeout and be with myself and single for a year when the dust had settled over the whole ex business.

Then this crush thing came. And this week the whole regression back to blah due to the whole shirt thing, I thought the wise thing to do was to back off because I'm obviously not emotionally capable of something yet. It really got exacerbated because my mom and her looking for marriage business really irks me.

I don't do casual and this is too soon for serious, and the guy is really nice and he said he would have asked me out sooner but he wasn't ready. The dinner date day he said he had started liking me a lot. Well he has his "issues" and I have mine and the last thing I'd want to do is hurt him or worse me!

For all that's possible, it might just be me missing a relationship or the presence of the "stronger" sex because I didn't expect to be single at this point. Does this crush business have any rational thinking behind it? Somewhere that remaining rational part is giving me a red flag asking me to take note of something.

There's something about his story thats exactly like my last relationship, I maybe cynical or not, idk but it's freaky because somewhere it seems he did what my ex did!!! It seems the chick was volatile - like me, he was clueless and tried to please and keeps things inside(wtf? another red flag), it was his first relationship, he wanted to marry her and she him, it was all fixed and all of that but things got bad and the situation around him got really hard, in the end it went long distance and from thereon all downhill and he said, he had to be selfish in the end(?)

Except his parents, family or community didn't have any role to play apparently.

I was asking God what am I supposed to learn through this? Maybe this is so I can come to acceptance you know about what happened, like he can see his last relationship through my eyes and I mine through his. I told him the other day that he should get back in touch with his chick lol. I knowwww! Can't help it, I'd never hurt another woman knowingly.

I'm like whoa wtf is this about. And why am I crushing on this guy? We spoke the day I was really down, and I told him honestly that I had no clue what I was doing, didn't trust myself or anyone else right now and didn't know what I was doing with him. He came down to see me the other day and then I deleted his numbers because I was very confused. He checked in on me via text(?what is this texting business about man? Why don't people just call? :S ) and I responded to and fro and then that's that. Think we're both backing off. Blah I'm not calling.

Aaaaaahhh

Dudes! Feelings are mental. Manbrain take over.
"Subject afraid/has issues/playing games/evasive/non responsive/reallyreallyhot&cold"
"Crushee unstable/recovering breakup depression"
"Abort Mission!"
"End Crush."
Execute Now!

Blah! Crush crush crush crush crush crush lol crusssshhhh

Rubbish

noreply@blogger.com (Bombay Girl) — Wed, 08 Dec 2010 07:54:00 +0000

Letters, declarations of love, marriage, promises,
Mementos, gifts, coat hangers, cards,
Books, Pictures, sweaters, purses, hats, clothes,
Of a life shared.

I took down the paintings, the drawings, slogans and posters.
Only the stickies jut out of my rooms bare walls.

Even socks and a jacket to keep me warm,
A jewellery box and that red camera,
All I could I gave back.

The rest was reluctantly given away,
A blanket, remaining clothes.
The pretty yellow summer dress we bought & I gaily wore,
Thrown away, dust-binned,
sometimes left somewhere behind.
Somethings I tore and cried.

I'm moving on.
From the choices offered.
This was the only way to be.
Met some old friends,
Even went on a date of late.

You would think everything was purged
But no my friend
once a perfume,
once the forks
a tshirt then another
then a pant or two

Then daddy did the laundry that day
And a black tee with a skull on it
fluttered in the wind on my window
Asked why, he said he didn't know
I took it and smelled it and lay in my bed for two days
Used it with the nail polish remover and to clean my desk
It's in the dust-bin now.
That's where it belongs.

noreply@blogger.com (Bombay Girl) — Mon, 06 Dec 2010 16:34:00 +0000

Two lives had met and mingled
On a road less traversed
In hindsight it was so doomed
It was doomed from the start

noreply@blogger.com (Bombay Girl) — Tue, 30 Nov 2010 17:38:00 +0000

crush crush crush crush crush gee i've got flutters in my heart. get out of my head. call me, get out of my head, call me, get out of my head, call me, get out of my head, call me, get out of my headdddddddd. aah! woman you're vulnerable and stupid. Furthermore, you've proved yourself to be a bad judge of people time and again. specifically for now, anything would be a rebound. run. hide. put your head in your knees and sleep. aaah i miss mr. normal. man i'm regressing towards childhood as i grow up. control. control. aaaah i'm blushing. oh man i'll just enjoy this feeling. harmless anyway. something to smile about in this horrid year. crussh crush crush get out of my headdd NOT :d :d :D :D :D mwahwwwaaaaah!

Aaaah Crush!!!

noreply@blogger.com (Bombay Girl) — Wed, 24 Nov 2010 19:41:00 +0000

Aaaaaaaaaah I've got this huge ass crush on this totally "normal" guy. He "seems" so damned cute and nice and sweet. It keeps coming and going haha. Too confusing. On one hand I'm still dealing with the baggage, memories, moving on and the whole process. And now there's this crush!!!!!!!!! Haven't had one in ages. Haha guess who's feeling like some giggly school girl?

I've got a crusshhh on youuuuuu
I'm crusshhingg on youuuu
gots meself a crusssssh
ooo baby ooo

you're so darned cutteee
how can anyone be so normal whoa?
haven't had that word around forever
ooo la ooo

I could just kisssss youuu
Just to stun the crap out of youuu
oooo what fun that would be too
Ooo just pop them on your cuteass face
Out of the blue
mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah mwah

But of course I won't!
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! Get out of my headddddd!!! Haaaaa!

noreply@blogger.com (Bombay Girl) — Tue, 23 Nov 2010 12:39:00 +0000

Oh lord may all the stocks I want to buy bottom out and may all of those I have skyrocket and please heal my eye because this is ridiculous and don't leave a mark and take away all sorts of insects and whatevers forever because no more ugliness for me please. The decline of my appearance is compensation enough for all the paaps of all my janams. Thank you.

AND STOP GIVING ME GREY HAIR YOU FREAK!

Hurting Feet and Appearances

noreply@blogger.com (Bombay Girl) — Sat, 13 Nov 2010 19:18:00 +0000

An incredibly nice man gave up his seat to me during my long bus ride back home. The thing is it was a group of 5 sweat soaked common low income men I was so careful to keep away from. Amongst all the men, he was the only one who stood up, went and stood ahead and did not check me out or anything!

I'm all for women doing what men can do if they want to. I do and did somethings with regards to that. But honestly I do not care what they say about equality and women's lib and how men and women are the same. Fuck that! My feet hurt!!!!! And I'm a shoe freak who sometimes trades sexy footwear for bad-ass sports shoes to get comfort!!!!

They hurt from walking too much, from standing too much, jogging too much, from trekking or any extra feet involving activity, from exertion and heaven knows what else. I'm physically different from a man, and as much as I like that fact, it means while I can push myself beyond my limit for a specified time frame, I cannot sustain it!

Maybe they spoiled me. Maybe I walked for a living in heels at a point in time and that has it's effect. Maybe my walk or balance or posture is abnormal indicating a need for a chiropractor or orthopediatrician. Maybe I'm sick or malnourished or whatever. Maybe I need to buy this. Or this. Or this. Or this. Or read this to figure it out. I do not what but at the end of the day my. feet. hurt fucking bad and swell up.

Therefore I'm so grateful to the poor workman looking guy who was amazingly generous and chivalrous enough to let me sit that I hope he rolls in billions someday! A part of me considered giving him my gems packet but instead I thanked him profusely and hoped he realised how much his act was appreciated.

transmission&reception thoughts

noreply@blogger.com (Bombay Girl) — Tue, 26 Oct 2010 19:05:00 +0000

you may have a lot of love to give but the other person may not be in a position to receive it although they may want it. this creates a situation where OP is trying to give and receive love but is causing pain instead. The OP is battling inner demons and ghosts of the past. they have "issues" (cringe*). sometimes you are that other person or both of you are. separation or goodbye is the best course of action in these relationships. introspection and change is a tough process and you need to invest energy.

ooh yeah baby! made 100 rs in the stock mkt!

noreply@blogger.com (Bombay Girl) — Tue, 26 Oct 2010 12:21:00 +0000

woohoo yay PROFIT my friends. PROFIT! My brain! something i made! progress! penny stocks are a good way to learn! 120 profit on 570. ~ 240 on 1140 ~ approximately 40%(update: gah i calculated wrong. it's around 20% obviousfuckingly 24 on 114 cannot be around 40! bang dumb scatterbrained head right now baaaah!!) not bad for a start gorgeous not bad. not bad? wtf? it's a fair market profit! it's good! it's great! i am amazing!

noreply@blogger.com (Bombay Girl) — Mon, 25 Oct 2010 14:58:00 +0000

omg i just posted to blog from my cell! going from succumbing to embracing technology ha?

noreply@blogger.com (Bombay Girl) — Mon, 25 Oct 2010 14:55:00 +0000

i have in my hands (apart from this phone) "men who hate women and the women who love them!" before embarking on such a thought provoking read, i solemnly swear to disengage and withdraw affection from any and all such men today, tommorrow and forever SO HELP ME GOD! muahahaha ze precious will know all your secrets you bad bad man

Hyperventilation Max

noreply@blogger.com (Bombay Girl) — Wed, 20 Oct 2010 19:21:00 +0000

Total freak out achieved upon discovery of a baby born to my first long term ex! Solid hyperventilation and an urgent phone call to gay cousin ensued where self proceeded to OMG OMG OMG OMG OMFG OMG WTF OMG OMG WOW PEOPLE ARE HAVING BABIES OMG THE GUY I DATED FROM HIGH SCHOOL THROUGH COLLEGE HAS A BABY NOW OMG OMG WTF PEOPLE GET BABIES AND I GET SINGLE AGAIN OMG I'M SO FAR BEHIND OMG OMG OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG WTF DUDE I WANTED A HOME AND BABIES TOO INSTEAD I GOT AN EX AND A CHEATER WHEN WILL I GROW UP AND HAVE A FAMILY?! OMGGGGGGGGG MY PEERS HAVE CHILDREN!!!!!!!!!

It wouldn't have mattered on that side of 25 but on this side at this time I know it's sort of the time to atleast be moving in that direction if you intend to procreate. EFF SEE YOU KKKK!!

HBCM calmed me down and tried to show me perspective but the damage was done.

This discovery was negative 2000000000000000000000 damage.
Will have to mine the precious metals positive attitude, patience, courage, understanding, trust, smartness, happiness and miscellaneous etceteras to recuperate.

Thereafter I did some severe introspection and reflection upon the past three years and was faced with facing horrible uncomfortable truths about self. SOLID work required on self. Self get going.

Oh the joys of being single

noreply@blogger.com (Bombay Girl) — Mon, 18 Oct 2010 19:39:00 +0000

When you get in bed at 11 pm, and can't sleep till 12:30, you jump out of bed with a rad idea about learning to straighten your hair with a clothing iron, and google it. Then you talk to your crazy cat lady friend(hey babe i love you) about americano comics and how you really can't stand george w bush's floating head and blog in between waiting for the iron to heat up.

To do this you refuse the date you get asked out on (WHY DID I DO THIS?!?!!!!!) or You get a total opportunistic comeon in the form of a kiss by an intellectually orgasmic friend and you excuse yourself and say "I'm not ready for this" (!!! WTF!???? I must be a serious prude and mentally unstable. Hello for years I didn't even look at another guy and I got divorced before a wedding. GOD would send me off happily to go get some unrestrained wild action. Hell all of a sudden men are all there!?! They might have always been there and I didn't notice because of LUUUUURVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEE blegh)

What do I do? Decide to stay single and celibate and make sarcy jokes to entertain myself on my blog about single life and wallow in misery instead and make plans about moving house. omg wtf lmao jk and all that retarded internet acronym crap stfu i must be masochistic or something wtf omg LMFAO I can't believe how retarded this wtf lmao omg crap is I'm actually laughing!!!!!!!!!

Oh my, I'm easily entertained.

I wonder what other single people do.

I bet my american ex must be wanking off to highschool girl anime porn to escape jailbait, playing some mindnumbing videogame and going on dates with his mom. LMFAO The sad part is I must be fucking right and he probably doesn't even realize how sad it is.

Touche

Questionable Content Animestuff LMFAO

noreply@blogger.com (Bombay Girl) — Mon, 18 Oct 2010 14:05:00 +0000

Hah! More here: http://questionablecontent.net/comics/1528.png by j jacques Oh God he's witty as hell and verbose to boot. I like. Go back and read from the beginning haha.

Thanks to my friend Nik who linked me to it. Good tp for the times when you're nursing bone pain due to a bike crash.

ooo I had this bad headache so I went up to the terrace for some fresh air. I lay down there watching the sky and saw the clouds roll in. A breeze grew stronger as the sky grew overcast and then IT RAINED!!!!!! I totally used that to my advantage to get effing bone soaking wet and let go of some pent up bullshit through hocus pocus rainwater washing crap away imagery, severe trembling through cold and feeling, some tears and some crazy running and jumping and dancing around.

Also got a free head and neck massage by standing under the jet of water spurting off the water tank. Bingo headache dissipated and moi feeleth several tons lighter now.

Mother nature bestest. <3 <3 <3

I'm officially jealous of whale mamas

noreply@blogger.com (Bombay Girl) — Sat, 16 Oct 2010 19:49:00 +0000

Man I wanted babies with this guy. Aaaah! Ssshh dreams and desires. Let's make an anonymous face in that picture. Gotta blur the male face in that photo of mommy, daddy, and kid in front of a home in my head.

Watching Animal Planet and National Geographic just reminded me of how much I wanted a family, husband, baby and a home. There was a gorgeous documentary on blue whales right now. It also had this section on blue and fin whales interbreeding. These creatures travel thousands of miles to mate and calve. Animals are more courageous and better at love and interracial dating than stupid humans.

They showed the first ever video of an infant blue swimming. It was ugly as hell, horribly slimy and longer than a big boat. So cute!

Why must a blue coloured big-assed sea living mammal have it all and me not?! I don't like it right now bah! Man I wanted a baby :(

To have a baby one must have a marriage because one is not a westerner and knows the importance of two parents for a child, for a marriage one must have a man, for a man one must be ready, for ready one must give up loving wrong people, be smart and not land oneself in crap situations that rip ones heart to pieces and take ages to glue back together.

Gah gah gah! I want a baby!!!!!!!! This is madness! Being a woman is completely irrational!

Defied Death

noreply@blogger.com (Bombay Girl) — Wed, 13 Oct 2010 21:51:00 +0000

But crazy bruises, bumps, scratches and pain. Barely missed being crushed by some trucks last night on the highway. Crashed on an old bike with my friend V who's down from Dubai. Observed two things about myself in that half a minute.

a) I should listen to my instincts.

My first instinct when my friend asked me to ride that bike (An insanely old suzuki with too much acceleration power in first gear) was that to do so on that road (NH 8 with mad trucks), at that time (3 am), in that state(inebriated), with that weight on the pillion(about 90 kgs I'd say) would be the stupidest thing ever.

b) I have mad crazy animal instinct reflexes.
I jumped up and sprang to the side limping like a cat the next second while simultaneously yelling at him to do the same.

Then we parked the headlight broken bike and sat down on the side of the road and lit a smoke while nursing our wounds.

Then came some revelations.

a) I want to live a long, happy and fulfilled life.

b) I was surprised and amused to notice that the bruising and resulting pain immediately relieved a lot of my under the skin hurt. The burning, crawling hot cold thing. This must be why those people who cut themselves do it. To relieve emotional pain. This was why I went on that crazy beyond my physical ability monsoon trek back in July. And since I'm no emo cutter, more like emotional but sensible and aware, adventure endurance strength sports are a positive alternative and will be good hobby to cultivate.
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Gayest Day On Earth: Oct 11

noreply@blogger.com (Bombay Girl) — Sun, 10 Oct 2010 17:41:00 +0000

Come out come out whoever and wherever you are.