Visual train of thoughts

Sometimes pictures speak louder than words...this is one of those moments...

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Que Pasa? What's up?

Hola! Me llamo Anu. Yo tengo trienta y uno anos. Vivo en Malasia con mi familia. Mi madre Sushila es una doctora y mi padre Venu es no trabajor. Mi hermana menor Ameeta es una estudiante en un collegio. Yo trabajo en la escuela internacional en Mont Kiara. Yo le gusto leer libro, escribir historia y escuchar musica...Mi favarito palabros en Espanol es - trienta, tambien, prima, etc.

Ok, so I guess it's pretty obvious that I have a lot to work on here.

What I was trying to say was:

Hello. My name is Anu. I am thirty one year old. I live in Malaysia with my family. My mother Sushila is a doctor and my father Venu is not working. My younger sister Ameeta is a student in a college. I work in an international school in Mont Kiara. I like to read books, write stories and listen to music. My favourite Spanish words are thirty, also, cousin...

I shall be blogging in bits of Spanish ... to practice and also keep myself motivated to continue learning Spanish for my trip to Spain, possibly next year. After all I can't be going to Barcelona and Madrid with just the ability to say "Una cerveza por favor." (One beer please.) Can I? ;)

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The golden key

As dusk pays its visit, vagueness makes a comeback.

A certain indescribable feeling hangs in the air.

Questions loom large. Why am I here?

Shouldn't I be someplace else?

Doing something different with someone else?

Something else, something soul defining, something worth my while.

Answers remain a mystery.

Patience is the only solution.

Time holds the golden key.

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The truth...

The truth is I am only 5 feet 2 & a half, but I tell people I am 5 feet 3. The truth is, I will always have the love for things small and simple in my heart, no matter how old I get. I get panicky when I sit behind the wheel. I don't hate my ex-boyfriend anymore. I enjoy getting the dirt out of nooks and crannies. I admire my mother's strength and personality. The truth is I am a self-confessed writer infected with a double dose of writer's block.I want to be able to drive for miles on my own. I miss my grandmother very much. I am afraid of losing my family suddenly.

And I want to have a career that satisfies my soul. I love the attention I get from my guy friends. I like being called baby. The truth is I want to kiss someone with all the passion that I have bottled up inside me. I long for the time when I get to make love to someone all through the nite. I want to wake up every morning and find someone beside me. And I want a baby, my baby before its too late. I am. I do.

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Give Me Something?

I've been trying to blog many times over the course of the week. First at work, in between check out sessions. Then at home with the help of Dark Room, which I must add is an interesting application to use when u need absolute concentration to type. Just remember to press F2 to save your piece. Otherwise u'll do what I did, write something interesting just to have disappear cos u forgot to save it first. Tsk,tsk.

Anyways in lieu of the time constrain I am now facing, (I'm off to Chilis to have a cold one and gotta get ready), a short update will have to do. I am good. Work is going on. There are days when I wish I could start up a bonfire and throw all the books in. Oh yes, I am serious. Other days are bearable. I can't wait for weekends and December 19 to be off to India. Social life is expanding, booming even. Friendships are blossoming, and one in particular. There's something to look forward to ala James Morrison's "This could be nothing, But I'm willing to give it a try". What ever this is right now, I like it. I am enjoying it.

Also, my new haircut has received unexpected attention from others, in a good way of course.


What more can I say? Life is OK!

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Incomplete

There are many things you forget or misplace in life. But somehow it feels that unlike anything else I forget, when I forget this one special device of mine, life stands still. The heart skips a beat as my fingers dig deep into my bag, moving from one cranny to another to find it. It’s not there! I take a moment to think if I did put it into my bag this morning…the non-existent recollection makes way for a forgone conclusion – I left my mobile at home!

Resigned to the fact that I will not have my beloved Sony E with me today, I try to find comfort in the availability of other communication techniques like the good ol’ fashioned phone and speedy broadband. Some things are better than nothing right? Hmm, yeah…rigggghhhht. I wonder if my friend Kasturi has called me yet. Have I got any sms’s? Now how am I gonna text Mr. P and gloat about the fact that India beat Australia in cricket match yesterday??? I would call him but…I’ve left my capacity to remember mobile numbers back with my mobile on my bed this morning!

Ah well, I guess it will just have to wait.

May time pass fast today. So I can go back to my beloved…Sony E!

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