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After thinking about it for many years, and talking about doing it for quite some time, I finally pierced my (left) ear.
Now all I have to do is wait for about a week to replace the default thing they give me with the platinum dot thingy I’ve always wanted.
(Yes Anantha I know this post breaks HTML validation.)
To dispel confusion that’s beginning to arise, the children aren’t in my home. They’re at the nearest SOS Children’s Village.
This is my home:
She’s one of my kids. She just turned 9 months old, and can wink, very cutely.
(Video proof uploaded when I have the bandwidth.)
And these are my new glasses. Going with the whole I need everything changed thing, I figured I’d drop the thin metal and go in for a crystal-blue-black shell frame. Sure it looks plain black in the picture, but that’s not the case.
Eitherway, she hates it I suppose. I hear things like “take them off, I need to see your eyes”, but I figure that’s woman speak for “they suck, don’t you realize how hideous you look?”.
Ah well.
I always get asked where my site’s hits come from. So here you go, the past 3 months’ traffic’s ISP information.
And when I said “always get asked”, I meant I’ve never been asked, and that no one really cares.
Picture courtesy: Mom.
Modded by you know who with the GIMP.
Four or so lane traffic on roads struggling to handle one
The trick is to get home alive. Just try talking on a phone, eating a bagle, doing your make-up, reading the paper.. while driving. I dare you.
The general water scene
No matter what, I am not going to feel guilty about the duration of my ablutionary rituals. No sir.
The ultrawide and useful sidewalks footpaths mangopaths
First, the geniuses decide 1.5 feet is more than sufficient width for pedestrian comfort, then they go about occupying all that space with mangoes. Now, mangoes suck. Fruits in general suck, but mangoes suck morer. Eww.
It’s not me, it’s genetic.
I’ve been trying very hard to make and reason out a bunch of decisions. It isn’t easy when you don’t really know
a. what it is you’re aiming for.
b. whether the course of action you decree to be the solution really results in forwarding the aim you’re unsure about.
I’ve really tried, but it’s so hard to just go out and execute plans. Things are awesome at the moment. Are fears considering future eventualities, distance, changes and so on warranted? And what’s up with me working under the assumption emotions are simple things that can be turned on or off at a moment’s notice?
Spent most of my day with my mom (except for the little while I spent with grandma). Talked all morning, and baked a cake together in the evening.
Complete with me licking up excess batter quite shamelessly. Sweet, literally.
It feels good to not feel old.
Imagine how things would have been if the delivery of my luggage hadn’t been expedited.
The clowns. *Shudder*
I’m also cushiony.
Yes folks, that’s 21st century PC speak for fat.
In a good way? :D
It’s like being a dad, without the work.
After a lot of thought, and quite some research, I have finally decided on the charitable organization I plan to support. I’ve picked an SOS Children’s Village close to home (in Madras). I’m supporting a baby girl, and a baby boy.
We met up with the director of the place and he showed us around. I was impressed. Everyone seemed very happy. I must say these kids have more place to play than I did as a child. (Not like I would have used it or anything, but still.)
A couple of quick peeks.
More pictures will go up in the regular galleries when I go back to a land where I have enough bandwidth to upload all of them.
First you look up and you’re all “Woah, dude, it’s all green.”
And then you see the ground.
Ahh, home.
Apparently, I have soft hands. Apparently, they can talk.
Apparently, I am very expressive.
And that feels nice.