As you can see, the old template is back. By popular demand too. I got so many emails going, "Noooooooo, change it, it doesn't show up in Firefox" that I caved, even though *sniff* I thought it was so purty. (See, this is why everyone should stick to Internet Explorer. This very reason. Internet Explorer shows everything).
I have realised I have quite an aptitude for new things these days. Sunday, played pool for the first time ever with Dee and two of her friends and dude, I so rocked. I'm even going to give myself a pool nickname, like, um, Shady. Yeah, Shady. With oversized sunglasses and a scarf wrapped around my neck and hot pants. Red leather, with a black leather jacket. Anyway, I was taught the game by Dee's biker friend who kept calling me "Kid" for some reason, making me feel more and more like I was in a movie. Biker Chick and I played against each other and I almost won! Yay.
My car was in the workshop for the longest time early this month because for some reason the gears refused to change. And it cost me (okay, fine, my mother) about 10k to fix and everything and I asked the guy in my best I-am-professional-woman-who-drives-so-YOU-can't-even-THINK-of-taking-me-for-a-ride what was wrong with it and he said the clutch had worn out, because I drove with my foot on the clutch. Okay, so I do. But it's like a security blanket, my clutch. I need to have my foot on it at all times. Anyway, I've been training myself not to touch it even, and it's been REALLY hard to break a habit that I've had for the last six years, but I'm happy to say I've succeeded. Re-yay.
And since this is boring type post, let me mention that I saw Rajat Kapoor at TC on Saturday night and then in Barista on Sunday evening after I watched Memoirs Of A Geisha which totally made me realise I didn't capitalise on my virginity when I had a chance. Think of the money I could have made. Hell, since I have been practicing celibacy for a while now, I'm practically re-virginised. I want to be a geisha. Just like after I watched Pretty Woman, I wanted to be a hooker.
And whoever landed up on my blog with the keywords "Forgive Me, For I Have Sinned (repeatedly, and with great gusto…)" let's switch lifes (lives?) please.
Ooh, must also point you to this blog which reads like a gossip column and which most media people I know love because it talks about all the people they know. And this blog, which I discovered today and quite enjoyed.