Monday, January 15, 2007

On a separate note...

...I've somehow managed to find myself in an eligible-female-blogger-dating-thing called DreamD8.

If you, like the rest of the entire working population, are trying to look busy in the office and don't have a bitch of an office firewall to deal with, visit this.

And then step out of the office for a fag and send in20 ainaid to 76776 on your cell to send me to Japan.

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'Ain at 16:44

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Note to self: Get some sun

It’s been two weeks since Ian and I have had the new place and I’ve done nothing but cook, eat, wash the dishes, make the bed, sleep, mess up the bed, drink whiskey, make GreyGoose cocktails, smoke, read, lounge around in underwear, have sex, really mess up the bed, have friends over, cook for them, get drunk, get hung-over, wash barf down the toilet and deal with an addiction to Duke Nuke’em (and completely lose track of time).

I’d imagine it to be much worse once we finally fix up that plasma TV and plug in the Playstation II.

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Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Of wedding vows, new apartment, and bad press

Two weddings in a span of three weeks are more than I can take. My cousin Shiraj got married last weekend, and everything which occurred over the two days was stopping me (or so I choose to believe) from attending the wedding - the bad weather, casting auditions, snuggling up to my boyfriend in bed all day, a bad reaction to mee rebus, a malfunctioning hair blow-dryer, a dire need to catch up with sleep, a broken zipper on my dress…

I turned up for the wedding eventually… when it was over. The dirty looks I got from the relatives were nothing compared to the amount of “So I reckon you’re next?” my sister had to go through. Relatives naturally grow accustomed to asking questions like that. Like it’s some kind of a second or third degree family tree genetic disease.

Meanwhile, outside the everyone’s-getting-hitched-and-knocked-up-world, things are finally picking up. After many dreadful weeks of apartment-hunting, Ian and I finally found a place we can actually call home - a private walk-up apartment. Our room’s cosy and absolutely gorgeous, although I can’t say the same for the rest of the place.

So we’re moving in on New Year’s. Too late for a New Year’s party, so plans for a regular house party are in the works. I wonder how it’ll be like living with a boyfriend. It can’t be that big a challenge (or can it?)– to not take up too much of each other’s time and private space while living in the same house, and not crossing the getting-much-too-comfortable-with-each-other line. I’m practising now. In fact, right now I’m on my notebook, in bed at Ian’s, ready to snooze while he’s out at the coffee shop with the guys.

And I could really use a glass of scotch.

PS. And to everyone who's here and read that Newman article - for the record, I'm not out to be the female equivalent of David D’Angelo. That's just wishful thinking.

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'Ain at 23:12

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Thursday, December 14, 2006

Out Of My Mind. Be Back Later.

I've been busy. Will update soon.

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'Ain at 18:44

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Friday, November 24, 2006

The coming of age

I’ve a wedding to go to tonight and I’m not so crazy about the idea. Don’t get me wrong. Weddings are beautiful. I’m just not prepared for the mental turmoil which comes with them. Especially when my boyfriend doesn’t want to go. Especially when my best friend isn’t around to come with me and fill up the unrelenting “Yes, I’m a friend of the groom’s. Yes, I came alone. No, I’m not single and depressed. No, I do not want to meet your son who works as a PHP programmer/System analyst. No, I do not want more cake.” void.

Not on a Friday night, when I’d rather make the more pragmatic choice to embrace the weekend with open arms, and a ruthless amount of alcohol.

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'Ain at 18:23

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Friday, October 27, 2006

No need for a headline

I am ticked off.

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'Ain at 04:17

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Monday, October 23, 2006

Love Knows Not Its Own Depth Until The Hour Of Separation

I got dramatically sick this morning. I can't say for sure that this is due to the fact that I may be suffering from boyfriend-withdrawal-symptoms. This is very foreign to me.

And while this is not fun under the best of circumstances, I'm imagining it to be considerably less fun if I'm temporarily staying with my boyfriend and hoping to appear beautiful while nauseous. I know I would eventually abandon all attempts to look even mildly attractive while lying in bed in his drawstring pants, making forts of tissues, begging him to end my misery.

Okay, I seem to have unintentionally painted a more accurate picture of domestic life. I am still hoping that temporarily staying with him would feature me in my underwear cavorting about with a beer in hand, cooking and having wild sex in the kitchen...

I guess we'll only be pleasantly surprised.

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'Ain at 17:52

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Sunday, October 22, 2006

Be quiet and drive

The boyfriend will be gone for three days. Having learned from previous experiences, I'm not even going to attempt to believe that I will go for yoga everyday, quit smoking, and generally engage in healthy living. Instead I am going to embrace my inner sloth, eat everything in sight, and generally celebrate the fact that no one will be seeing me naked. (It was hard to find the silver lining there, but I did it).

I do however, need to put into practise some self control, particularly because we will be going on a quick vacation this weekend. I really hope I left myself enough time to lose all the weight I will inevitably gain over the next few days. Boys always stutter and stammer their way out of the question “Would you still love me if I got really fat?” Except for one of my friends, whose boyfriend responded “Well, I would have to talk to you about it because gaining weight when you’re in a relationship is really selfish.” There's a modicuum of truth in that, but it is just not a comforting answer.

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'Ain at 19:41

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Sunday, October 08, 2006

Note to self: Alleviate menstrual cramps

Turmoil of obscene emotions completely took me over today. It was however, completely called for, and I have absolutely every fucking reason to feel this way considering that I am sore, bloated, cranky, aching, sluggish and every other word associated with the period.

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'Ain at 09:56

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Thursday, October 05, 2006

To boldly go where no woman has gone before

Dinner at Handle Bar last night was just out of this world. To watch your man, in all his masculinity, seize in his hands what could’ve possibly been the best darned assemblage of red meat and bun ever, and then wolf it down with frothy ice cold beer was just… priceless. And the Tobasco hot wings… Good fucking lord, those chicken wings. Really. You wouldn’t think it’d be possible to burst into gastronomic emotions until you’ve eaten at Handle Bar.

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'Ain at 14:53

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Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Unambitious men: They’re not the new black

Well I suppose it’s about time to come clean.

I’ve been away having far too much fun since I’ve last blogged. The pivotal part of the past four months was probably the long overdue termination of my four year-relationship. I don’t know what everyone else is quibbling about. But breaking up is really not that hard to do.

And it made way for a series of scandalous yet tasteful (with the exception of Gavin’s pub) partying and ceaseless hangovers. And a series of men, in varying proportions.

And then there was the Eurotrip - a 3-week long business trip, which (inevitably) turned into a ‘European Men’ expedition (which we will cover in a later post).

My stint as the ‘girl gone wild’ however, is shortlived. Because what initially should’ve been a one night stand with a complete stranger has manifested itself into recurring nights of reckless passion and innocent obsession.

And I’m relishing every second of it.

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'Ain at 18:26

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Friday, June 02, 2006

Death by You Tiao

You Tiao has ammonia.

I'm going to die.

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'Ain at 18:02

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Friday, December 16, 2005

You can't please everyone

Well, my morning was overwhelming. And by lunch, I successfully redecorated my entire office into a terrifying Post-it mess. Then I got hungry. Really hungry. Like I-wonder-if-wood-taste-good-cuz-I'm-about- to-eat-my-desk hungry.

So I had a smoked salmon sandwich, a potato salad on the side I barely touched, and a pistachio gelato which I will never order again. And to date, I’ve had 4 cans of diet coke since lunch and I’m about to disintegrate into an aspartamic rubble. Not like you’d care of course.

Later, a merchant I was bringing around the club for the bridal fashion showcase completely caught me off-guard with a verbal diarrhea of how getting married (with the CEO of an organization I won’t name due to threatening legislative reasons and my obvious lack of fluid assets) was probably the biggest mistake she’s ever made. The (1-way) conversation got me thinking - there’s no denying that maintaining a passionate relationship in a marriage is not easy. But in her case, it’s certainly not a problem that separate bedrooms, month-long trips to spas, and flings with the cabana boy can’t solve.

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'Ain at 16:26

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Wednesday, November 16, 2005

You're the finest looking piece of meat I've ever seen

I want many nights of reckless abandon with you to do all the things I've never done before.

Shock me. And we don't have to keep it private.

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'Ain at 02:17

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Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Bored out of my mind

Dealing with computer viruses is a bitch. Something's been fucking around with my desktop again this week, and I'd really like to know something: Why isn't someone hunting these people down and tossing their nerdy asses into federal prison? Is it a manpower problem? Because if the authorities are short-handed, I'd be delighted to volunteer twenty hours a week to the round-up. I'd really like to meet the guys who create these viruses. And beat them over the head a few times with a night stick on the way to lock-up. Then I'd like to interrogate them. Maybe with a car battery and some jumper cables.

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'Ain at 22:45

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Add some fries on the side to that

I’m beginning to get rather impatient with men.

Let’s get this straight. I will not tolerate calls on my cell every minute. I cannot tolerate men constantly bleating to me about how much they miss the smell of my hair. I don’t have the patience to entertain insecurities on a daily basis. I don't want to mother and don't need to be mothered. I do not want a knight in shining fucking armor. And I hate baby talk.

What I really want is a challenge. I want a man I can spend the next few years loathing, loving and lusting all at the same time. A man who gets a kick out of sparring with me. A man who just can’t seem to get enough of me, but hates me to death. A man to fight in bed and mess up the sheets with and then to fall asleep naked with. Someone I can say “I fucking hate you” in the face, make it up with a night of reckless passion and abandon, only to end it with "I fucking love you". Screw the knight in shining armor. Give me the last standing wounded warrior who puts me on a pedestal to be worshipped, only to sink his teeth into me to devour and tear me apart into shreds after.

If you think you fit the bill, I’d like to make a double order of you.

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'Ain at 00:00

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Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Trick or Treat




Halloween turned out just as I expected it to be – bittersweet. Witchin’ hour started at 10. The girls and I dressed up and made our way to Rouge for the party. Halloween is so ephemeral, y'know? I mean, the main event only lasts about four or five hours max. And that’s all you’re gonna get until next year.

My pseudo exotic-dancing-vampire alter ego was ready to devour the next fine looking piece of meat I was gonna set my eyes on. I was dancing so much that night, and I had Death trying to feel me up on the dance floor. Probably because my cheong sam was riding up my ass most of the time. But it was right there and then, on the dance floor, where I saw the most beautiful mark that night. I think the anticipation built up this immense expectation for me. Kind of like Christmas sometimes after you get your presents - it can fall flat. Because by the time I was ready to do something about it, the night was already over.

Oh, the things I wanted to do to him.

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'Ain at 22:40

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Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Why do I get the girly gun?

I’m starting to be less and less concerned for your well being, because you obviously want to kill me.

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'Ain at 17:57

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Thursday, October 13, 2005

From the remote desk of…

I must’ve had four hundred thousand and ninety two things to do since I’ve last been here. I almost forgot this space even existed.

Last week, I was out with this Italian guy whose name remains anonymous and unpronounceable. My encounter with him was just another vicious cycle waiting to happen. I’m beginning to see a certain pattern in the type of men I attract – thus writing about it would be relatively redundant.

My weekend turned to shit because I had to work. I also had to sit through a session of karaoke with our Japanese and Hong Kong partners who were not only drunk and tone deaf, but who also had the ability to make the Village People look even worst than they already were.

I’m pretty sure this wasn’t in my job description. I’m thinking, if this goes on, I’m gonna develop agoraphobia or something, and have a psychoanalyst tapping at my brain.

Work is more exhausting now that I'm handling more things apart from PR. I feel like I’ve met a million people over the last 2 weeks – and that I just really need to dive into a black hole and hide for a while.

Last night, I went down to two classes of yoga (back to back), had Chandra crack my shoulders and spine, and ended my night off in the steam bath. Such are the things I relish.

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'Ain at 15:55

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Monday, October 03, 2005

In search of some kind of sanctuary

I’ve pretty much had enough of quibbling and ranting about how exhausting and socially demanding my job really is. So tonight I’m going on a date with Suresh in the hopes of restoring my inner peace, spirituality and sanity (and shed a few pounds while I’m at it) i.e. I’m going for Yoga.

This is also a really good excuse to lavish in a steam bath and sip on hot green tea at the lounge on a Monday night.



Sat Nam, Namaste!

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'Ain at 19:03

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