Family guy has made me cringe, laugh, gape, sneer but it never made me cry till now. Dog gone.

My new love: dancing. I hope I'll get time to continue with it after I start working too. I am working very hard at it too though I dare say my teachers won't believe it. My goal is to learn as much as possible with the limited time I have.

Dr Belle de Jour

I didn't need to know that she had a PhD and was a scientist. Every word she wrote showed her beautiful balanced personality and intelligence. I admire her so much.

I hate Larabar

I used to like the cherry flavour breakfast bar. But there's something about it that makes my throat choke and itch. And now I completely hate it. So much so that when I see it in the aisle I want to gag.

Interesting psychosomatics

I took a dislike to someone yesterday and then was quite mean to them. I can't take it back but I know who'd be proud of me

Someone else feels the same way

http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2009/nov/10/tanya-gold-bright-star-keats

Cringe

I don't think I am going to step out of my house ever again.

I got locked out of my house in a night dress, had to make my way to the front desk, was redirected to the management office and then got my keys.

Everyone saw me in my night dress. Ipshita prepares to self combust in embarassment

I really was going to whine about something where I was being nice. What's wrong with me. I shouldn't complain so much.

but I know what I mean

I don't understand people who just let the rain fall on them. Why give in? Why give up? There may be times when I may take a little respite and give in but I refuse to stay that way. I'll stop fighting when I'm dead.

God. One life only? Really? (throws arms about) but there is so much space and so many things that are waiting to happen.

I am really waking up from a sort of stupor I have been this quarter. I like it. I like it very much. There's is life tingling in my fingers and toes. And when I think of what I should do next there's a lot to choose from. It's a warm day and I am going outside. I don't care who I meet. I am doing this for me.

I am a person with a piece of chalk drawing patterns in the space around me. I am done.

I apologise to everyone who loves me. If I can barely speak to myself sometimes, it's no shame not to speak to anyone. I am just who I am and I will be cryptic. We will just have to bear it.

I am not who I want to be, but I am what I am just the same. Would I make the same mistake again with the benefit of hindsight? I'm tempted to say never. What are these things that I wont even speak to myself. They grow deep inwards and curl secret by my heart and I can never speak.

May I find kindness in all whom I meet

I really just want to get back to work. I look around at people I could become and say no, I don't want to become them. And what will distinguish us is the honest hard labour that I shall revel in and bury myself into. All this leisure is fine and fun but I need to slog, to be patted and praised.

I love my innate ennui meter check. I can trust it to go beep and tell me when I'm wasting time. There's plenty to do, you know. I'm still not "client-ready", I would tremble to public-speak and I have much brain sharpening to get into. Good. Now to get to it somehow...

Love is a strange and inexplicable thing. It is many hued, catches the light of our lives and twists them, throwing tortured rays. It grows like a plant from the earthy soil and bursts forth in green abundance. It grasps us by the most painful nerves and pinches. It creeps up unawares and shocks. It blunts a new facet where none was. It gives and takes, hurts, forgives, beats us senseless. It walks like a ghost beside one. It whispers strange things and lays grey fingers upon faces. It sings music into the monotonous waves of time. It twines into your soul, twangs heartstrings and is a

parasite in your stomach.

I may just go on and on. I hate being human and in love and so far from my objects of love.