Chez Moi

When did she get married recently? Ol’ Pammy? Was it like three and a half seconds back? Well, the WWW is full of ‘news’ that she is ready to call it quits already.

Apparently she and latest hubby, a.k.a serial social Paris Hilton’s sexmate, decided to go down the ‘irreconcilable differences’ route so dear to the Hollywood types. But for whatever reason decided to stop and rethink. “Sorting things out” is where they are at. Totting up who gets what for sure before they part ways for ever, is what I think! But that didn’t work out, seemingly, as Reuters reported the divorce is back on barely seconds later. Whoo!

Whatever the reason, they notched up some serious column inches. Mission accomplished, I say!

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This post is special - really, really special.

Why? Not because it is a milestone related to my blog - number of days it has been in existence, number of posts etc. It is special ‘cos it is the first one that is being done from my brand new laptop.

My very own MacBook!

I still cannot believe it! I keep re-reading the above statement but it still feels a bit surreal. I have been glued to the thing since we brought it home earlier this afternoon. My own laptop, my very own. Mine and nobody else’s! As I was coming back home from the Mall this afternoon, I couldn’t help but smile at how it used to be whilst growing up. Dad being in the forefront of IT related stuff meant the comp will get a total rehaul any time. Any files that were dumped on the desktop previous week might disappear any day.

The number of times I had lovingly stored favourite photos, poems, stories only to find the whole contraption gone - well, they are well and truly behind me now! Anyone who touches my spanking new machine will be first fingerprinted and allocated no more than 2.5 minutes at a time. And strictly no games or downloads allowed!

Bring on sem 2!

This is the song I cannot stop listening to at the moment. I didn’t quite like the earlier hit of hers - the chorus put me off. I know it exploded in the charts, yadda yadda, but it didn’t do it for me. But this one - the whole rock chick, bad girl, big ass attitude - keep talking, baby! The audio quality in the video is pants but the song so rocks when it is pumping out of an iPod.

Here’s Rihanna, with Shut Up and Drive.

… this could be a reason.

Don’t panic - I am not going over 18 or anything. This is the oft-repeated search tag / phrase for folks who stumble onto my blog. This statement astounds me on many levels.

1. How? How did you type those words and land up here? There ain’t anything about deepa venkat nor bras nor any blessed shows! Boy you must be one pissed chappie to realise that, eh what?
2. Why? Bra shows, I understand but Deepa Venkat? She is pleasing to the eye, is a halfway decent actress, absolutely wasted on mega serials and all that but she isn’t what I’d consider a babe. So why a bra show featuring her?
3. Where? Where in hell are you if you cannot find decent maal in Cosmo and Playboy and have to resort to d.v.b.s?

My mind boggles!