Wash, tumble, dry.

I usually take the easy way out. You know, the one that involves more money being spent?

For once, I decided not to be lazy. Be a little Frugal instead. And wash my duvet at home.

After all, it is rather straight-forward. You throw it in the washing machine first. And then into the dryer.

Apparently, that's only in theory.

My sopping wet duvet had to be retrieved from the washing machine and run through the dryer twice. And it's still not dry.  It also has streaks of detergent adorning it.

So now I have to take it into the laundry. And spend what I would have spent in the first place.

Now if only I could salvage my lost evening.

He found love in a hopeless place

I was looking to FaceTime with a friend when I saw it. His name. Right there.

Sing boy had added his FaceTime details on my iPad. Must have been the afternoon he hung out in my room while I worked. He irritated me no end that day.

A part of me feels bad. For him.

He is so right on paper. But so wrong in reality.

One more time

Last year there was Bombay boy. You might remember him as the doppelgänger.  Who then disappeared.

The year before that it was Bangalore boy. He wasn't quite sure how this 'relationship' was going to work out. From my perspective it was two telephone calls and no relationship. He too then managed to disappear.

This year was the year of New York boy.  And literally the year. We were technically first introduced in quarter 1. His name kept popping up in quarter 2 and we eventually communicated in quarter 3. We then met in quarter 4.

In keeping with the trend, he three seems to have disappeared! ;)

In the jungle, the mighty jungle.

That's where lives.  Has lived for 9 years.

He went for three months to the US.  From India.  And it turned into home.  He didn't even want to go there in the first place.

I was dying to go there.  Since high school.  I dreamed about it.  Frequently.  But waited patiently for my turn.

Years later, I made it to the US.  And was so desperate to be able to stay.  But it wasn't meant to be.  I came back kicking and screaming.

Today, I could try and move there once more.  But my heart is torn.  I would be so removed from family and the little person who calls me 'Baba'.

Not sure when I became that person.  The one with emotional strings attached.

What does the fox say?

And then and there, I felt like I had been living under a rock!

I have always been one of the first to hear and get addicted to the catchiest yet silliest songs. Started in undergrad really.  During the nights I was unable to go out clubbing and release all my frantic energy. At random wee hours of the morning.

Somewhere along the way, that changed. I would then tend to hear them on nights out. At random wee hours of the morning. Six if not seven days a week.

They may not have been intellectually stimulating. Or something I would ever listen to while chilling.   But they were fantastic in a club. To dance to.

The good news though is that no one really in my friend's circle had heard it either. Not even the ones who still tend to hit them clubs quite frequently.  Maybe we are all getting old but that's a different story altogether.

Suddenly, I didn't feel all that archaic!

Ring-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding.

Fun me comes out to play

What I don't remember:
Eating Pizza - I have no idea how many slices I did or did not eat
Walking in the door - going to bed, too
How many drinks I may have had
Putting my phone to charge

What I vaguely remember:
Leaving the club
Freezing
Going to buy pizza

What I do remember:
Random conversation with Latino boy - naming every country in South America and proceeding to omit Brazil (which is where he was from)
Falling off the seat in the bus, finding it hilarious and sitting there for 5 minutes coz I was laughing too hard to pick myself up

Fun times - reminded me of the old me. The one that sometimes still does surface ;)

Sign of the times

I have de-cluttered. And they have moved on. All three of them.

Jekyll is planning to propose to his girlfriend.
Boy has finally stopped bbm-ing me incessantly and stopping pandering to my whims.
Potential cousin is now in plutonic mode - though we have stopped referring to ourselves as potentially related.

All of the above have been replaced by the CFA. 

I have to admit my latest hobby is no fun and I cannot wait for June.