My bizarre family tree on facebook

..involves many people who aren't family per se,like,all that menacing familia first  blood-tie things.Oddly enough they have been more of a family than my real family has been.I've known most of them all my life and some very recently.Those I've known since childhood,we hardly get to speak as much as we used to - but there's this thing of familiarity that hasn't worn off.I wouldn't speak of everyone in that mode of colour-it's just that some of them have actually taken the effort to revolve in a ring of constancy,of familiarity and at the same time developing a lot of elasticity.They have grown up,gone up,up and away but never have we grown apart as such.It's a strange mixture of seeing yourself  and your probable kids' grow in them.
As Yeats would affirm-childhood and adulthood are a part of that impeccable continuity and reality that can neither be broken nor refuted.As a child,even though we aren't aware,we are moving each day towards adulthood and as adults our childhood have been a concrete part of our lives.As kids we would point to a thing that fascinated us and in a dreamy voice full of awe words like.. "One day.." would tumble out.Maybe some of us has reached that day.Some of us are still living out of one suitcase on the road of that search.Some of us have probably walked or slept through it.Amazing thing is that somewhere on that road,I've found atleast one of them winking or dropping out of a tree,just because.And that makes me happy.
And speaking of bizarre,my "father" is now my "in a relationship with" guy.It doesn't make me feel weird,or awkward.He isn't 15  years older than me,neither is he condescending,nor does he pretend to have a better understanding of everything.We make mistakes,we learn,we help each other and confide in each other.I'm crabby and bitchy at times.He is touchy and quick tempered at others.And sometimes these times overlap,and those aren't the best.But we move past it,in a world where we are aware how much we mean to each other.I tell that to him all the time,he speaks through actions.He wears the same cologne as my dad,writes in the same script,speaks in the same manner and has that similar down-to-earth attitude that I sometimes detest and at others am head over heels in love with.Maybe it's this feeling of familial recognition(ironically) that I gravitate towards Sam.Maybe not.However,it didn't just spring up-he had to act like it.And I wouldn't change a thing about it.I like how we are and I bet there are miles to go before we sleep,and I know that we would at times impatiently paw at the ground,maybe tickle our guts out,pr maybe even not talk to each other for a couple of days.But I also have a feeling that we would be holding hands through all of it.

excuse us while we do The Funny.

Phew,look at that.I had meant this post to be on the funny side,but once I got into it, I ended up smack dab on my serious ass.Does that ever happen to you?

Against my better judgement

I'm going to watch Breaking Dawn today.I mean,what can I say?I like watching people being ripped off by other Godly un-Human beings.But of course the casting crew had to screw that up.Behold the "my-time-of-the-month" expression of K Stew.

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When the books came out,it went viral in our class-we ALL judged the book by it's cover.It seemed so..poetic,I was enamored by it.Boy,was I fast a reader back then.I read on with gusto,not stopping for a moment to ponder over the absurdity of glittery men and women.No,really.What's UP with that?Dracula just turned in his grave.(ponder this) and I believe Anne Rice has resigned to a weightless world of Non-Alliance. But then again,against my better judgement,I always watch the movies with some kind of queer hope I can't explain.It certainly is my guilty pleasure along with an occasional Sunday morning sing-along to my favourite pop bands of the nineties (Every baaaady yeah,yeaaaah).Bug teased me endlessly as I told him about my plan-but then again I could always dive head first into my tub of popcorn and bitch with my best friend if things get too dull.Though I doubt it will.Darn-that queer hope again!
How was your weekend?Also,I'm sorry I've been so swamped managing my double life that I got left behind in my blog reading.Promise to catch up soon!
On a final note- I announced my Giveaway winners on twitter yesterday- Congratulations to Cerisse and Melissa-I look forward to working with you!The FTLOB Giveaway winner was also announced-congratulations to you too!Mail me and we can work out the details.For those of who didn't win watch this space for some more exciting Giveaways for the holidays!
P.s:Anybody read The Host by Stephanie Meyer?It's not half bad.

How this skanky ho trapped a man

In my defense,I'm neither skanky nor a "ho" but I thought it doesn't hurt to be naugh-ttay in a blog post once in a while,especially since I have no shot at it in real life.
See that hot girl in five inch heels wrapped around a man?Nope,that's not me.Now look there!See that pretty girl scuffling away in the corner-getting drunker and drunker and shriveling and sniveling-cold and awkward and suddenly a handsome man walks into the room and her eyes light up only to power down his arms around a gorgeous woman's waist-that...isn't me either.

So who the hell am I?Fade out.Scene:Private,laid back,comfortable gathering.Bursts of laughter and see that girl tripping on her own feet carrying out her rookie cullinary conquest in a borosil bowl?That's me.earlier in the evening she probably had had too much too drink but had shown no signs of getting drunk.While sober she'd probably sit on somebody's glasses and snort with laughter.She'll pun away to glory and tell dirty jokes-tease and get teased endlessly about silly things and laugh,and laugh some more.Yep,still me.However,this isn't where I met the said man.Holy mother of-!What was all that about then!Story telling.Simply that.Have you watched Borat*?Hi!My name-a Boorrraaat.I like you.I like syaaax.(sex). No?Yes?(How awesome is Sascha Baron Cohen?Disco dance anyone?)Most of the people I know haven't seen or heard of it and I was rather stoked when this guy(with a creepy,singular eye profile picture) started hooting about it in a rather sophisticated cinema group on facebook.(Oh Facebook-how original,right?).Anyway-hilarious messages were exchanged and countless late night conversations later the talk turned to tattoos.The best studio in town was on a 20 % discount and a lucky draw(which I had no chance of winning but ironically did) and none of my friends were free to either get a tattoo with me(30 % off on couples) or just morally egg me on to good ink and a world of pain.But this guy wanted to,and I was surprised-pleasantly so and for a second it warmed my heart.We made plans and met up the next day.The artist was busy but an appointment was made for the following Saturday and the disappointment quickly faded away into  long walks and kaleidoscopic conversation.We laughed like old friends and opened up with things you'd only dare to with a stranger on a misty park bench you're sure you'll never meet again.It was the most effortless time I had had spent in months.This was February.Fast forward to May-I was totally in sync with him.He was knowledgeable,had great taste in music and movies and was the coolest guy I have ever met.Not leather jacket,gum chewing douchey cool- but genuinely so.Not to mention a totally rad sense of humour.Nothing about my horrible relationship seemed to put him off.The word soul-mate had come up not too casually.He read my blog.Found it "pretty good".An expressed interest in my blog always scores with me-because when I do,I put in a lot of myself in this e-paper and ink duo.I earned a new nickname-"bloggie"-and it made me smile.One day as I was stuffing my external hard drive with movies at his place,he kissed me.And it was honest.Both of us were smarting from tumultuous previous relationships and neither was sure about the possibilities of getting into another one.But as luck has it-your head is only logical when your heart's in it and our's were pretty into the other's.Two weeks later he told me that he loved me.And I'm glad that he did-because of how incredibly afraid I am of taking the first step.We celebrated six months of togetherness on October 21st and it has never been better.Sure we fight-name a couple who doesn't?And I'm more whiney than I'd like to be and I'm a monster sometimes when I'm PMS-ing(or even if I'm not,sometimes)-but gladly that has only gotten better with time and not worse.He is tolerance level-not the whining.He is a good,good man.He is dependable and honest and trustworthy.He is the kind of guy you could ever libel even if you are no longer together.Sometimes I wonder what the hell is it that he sees in me?And more than once I'm scared that my cons would outweigh my pros and he would pick up and leave.But he has this air of reassurance that I can only relate with my father and that just lifts the weight off my heart.I am clumsy-I take on more than I can handle and things fall apart and I screw stuff up.But I refuse to take this  as a challenge -How long can Clumsy keep her Relationship Afloat?It's-nothing and everything.It' a happy,happy thing.

Let's put a face to that name-Friends,meet Sam/Bug

And he is Bug,because he is so impishly cute.

And a tad insane..

crazy makes us tick.we also do grainy webcam photos,thank you very much.and it's really hot where we live.

I've showed you mine.Now you show me yours.Now,now!There's a little box below..or email me swetablogs@gmail.com.No really,I am interested :)*Borat is not recommended if you're easily offended. 

Sundays at home

Sundays at home are never lazy on account of my dad's military rule.The guy never,ever sits still.He is either fixing or cleaning something or the other,or tuned in to his work.And me?I be the laziest person you've ever laid eyes on.I'm a truckload of lazy.So,today dad as usual was  drilling away at something(huge D.I.Y guy) and that seemed to cause a spot of tension in Gypsy(furry creature).I was rolling around in my blanket with a cup of coffee checking and re-checking how fatal a blow  the url change hath dealt to my blog.After a while I felt motivated to do something and so I grabbed my camera and found that my dad wasn't a half bad subject this morn.The natural light  coming in from the window was an added bonus.

Dad at work.

His usual expression on seeing a pair of idle hands(usually me)

And me,with my new glasses!(Oh,a mirror photo-how original!)

I got new glasses-my eye is actually better now.Couple of months ago I had surgery in my left eye.Wearing wrong specs had resulted in ugly bulbous things that not only drove me to a pirate patch but were a bitch to have hanging around my eye.Hence,surgery.Apart from the doctor's suggestion, I understood that the glasses were not right for me because I could not manually focus with my camera.My eyes hurt and I usually left them at home resulting in even blurrier shots.What a pain.The new glasses solved all that.A thousand pagan Gods saved the day.

My dad used to freelance as a photographer when he was young.He was,and still is brilliant at it.Shooting in film,he had his own darkroom-I don't think I'll ever have that kind of patience.I am pretty happy shooting in digital-though I hear shooting with a  manual film camera is even more fun and challenging.I have to try that sometime before I reach a point in life where hobbies not only take a backseat-they are politely thrown out of the car.

I also had plans to watch a play today-however it didn't occur to me that shows for a stalwart production like King Lear need to be pre-booked.FAIL.The evening wasn't entirely wasted though-Bug(boyfriend extraordinaire) and I rolled around our usual rug of funny,heh.

How was your weekend?