Todays book of the day:

Simone de Beauvoir: La femme rompue
( The destroyed/broken woman)
To be read
I personally have never read it but will at some pt
its not a typical..women are ill treated rant
but more a parody of typical female life
and this book struck a chord with so many women
but was savaged by the critics

Oh i have more to talk abt so i might as well get on with it....

my biography of the day:

Frida Kahlo: by Hayden Herrera

To be read....amazing book abt Frida and her influences..

and i am thinking of starting a Jackie Collins, or Danielle Steele collection...
might as well do...
shelves and shelves of Steele..would be interesting
or something slightly more old school

Just back in from India..
Thus, I now know...what: slips, a wicket keeper, a wicket, Warne and LBW is
and the answer to that all encompassing qn: Why do they wear white even when its so hard to keep clean
( cos cricket was invented by men, whose women had to contend with the laundry)

going to forget all of this mystery info soon
or maybe i shall pop down to Lords when i get back...and pay some of these maamaas a visit

had a driving lesson..the instructor was a complete cow...nearly bit his head off
yes...but for fucks sake..i cant turn and change gear and accelerate at the same time for the first time
and if you would stop barking at me..maybe i would be calmer and drive better
and went to a workshop for my new project...teaching little kids abt art
i learnt a lot..i know know the general uses and properties of lithography, etching, woodcuts and silk screen( I remembered!!)
so quite looking forward to that..
I would love to intro a new portfolio...something on ... surrealism( my particular present interest..read this biography by luis bunuel..who accompanied the new wave of french directors like truffaut and renoir....it was such an amazing book..i recommend it to anyone who wants a good book...its called..my final breathe or something like that)

Also, went out yesterday and tried to be subversive...ie
wearing a peasant skirt...( i love them..i call them my princess skirts actually), sitting in starbucks( you can only be anti establishment if there is a point of reference..ie..the establishment)
put my feet up...with a cup of coffee( a small sop to the established order..or in other words..they throw you out of a coffee joint if you dont buy anything)
and read parts of the clockwork orange..
when the mindless violence came in..had to look up to ensure that...there wasnt any of that happening...in front of me
mindless rape and robbery and hurt...
alors...that was my day

met ramya along with smriti...and more ramya philosophy for today..
Ramya on men " there are many men out there and many communicable diseases to catch from each one of them"
and Ramya on life " Lesbian shoes are like herpes...( i cant remember why)"
and went to another coffee joint...and there met some absolute randoms who i didnt think i would ever see again..so went to speak to them...
and it was nice knowing half the pple in there..after being told that i knew no one:-)

and last but not least
I SPOTTED HRITIK ROSHAN AND HIS DADDY and the whole film crew
cos they were filming in the mrt station i was in
i am such a blue tack
i used to fancy him like mad when i was little and the soft spot remains

This is how i feel now... 

I just dont know anymore
I'm back in town
was in india and had an amazing time
i want to get back there now:-)

Its football season again...Gods in his heaven and all's right with the world
Well, suddenly i was looking back and thinking abt one of the things i did a few years ago
something like the most memorable holiday i have ever had
Something I will never forget
and it was one of those amazing father-daughter bonding moments
where daddy and i went on a holiday to Japan
before i go on, I have to clarify
Zenia is a spoilt brat

so basically, it was 2002 i think, world cup year in japan
and i had bought all the mags...knew all the groups by heart
and at that pt , i still thought that les bleues were god
Thuram, Liza, Petit, Mexes, Cisse, Pires, Henry, Zizou, Barthez, Gallas, Trezeguet
you know the whole lot of them
and they were the defending champs
after a somewhat bizarre win at St Denis or is it Stade de Fr...oh wait, they are the same thing
so yah, I spent nights and nights dreaming of going to see them in Japan
and instead, I ended up watching a Germany-Japan final
Now that was so memorable
Since we were on one side, we werent at either goal end
but i got to see Rivaldo with his white boots dancing past the german guy and crossing
and ronaldo slotting in goals...but it was so quick..was impossible to see
and ballack with a free kick in the end that nearly made it
and for a while, everyone was either germany or brazil..
it was...
there were no nationalities
and finding my way to the stadium was so easy since there was a river of people from the metro to the stadium....
which i have so many pics of..i would rebuild it if i could
and then before the match starts..collina and the 2 and 3 official walk onto the pitch and inspect it..in their posh white suits
that to me was amazingly cool for a reason
that and meeting the anti fifa campaigners giving out leaflets

So, I would suggest that everyone go watch a world cup match at sometime
Its quite enjoyable if i might say so myself
and I still have tonnes of paper cranes that fell from the sky when the match ended and cafu grabbed the trophy and someone wrote something on his shirt
and photos of the end
auctioning them off for a charity of my choice:-)
such as the: fund nishas travels in algeria fund
warning: i am an awful photographer

Call me Zenia
Then Charis, Roz and Tony can wish me dead
and Karen can come out of poor abused Charis and throw me into a fountain
face down

The bitch is leaving India soon...
and is looking forward to coming back to singapore
Had an absolutely amazing time in india...there is so much cool stuff to see and to buy
to see....there are the people, who you can watch for hours and hours
and to buy...need i say more

so yah, i love bombay, its a rather pretty place
and soon, off to oxford I go
:-)

It has recently come to my attention that people are actually taking a lot of what i am saying to be literal truths
and that everything on this concerns my relationship
well, i would like to clarify that very little actually does
it concerns the people i meet, people i am close to...like my family
the last thing i want to do is wash dirty linen in public
which is what this is ending up as
i dont write to accuse
i have nothing to accuse anyone of
if anyone is at fault for anything its me
and it hurts me incredibly that people think that i am trying to publish some sort of lurid lifestory
i'm not
so, what i have to say is
i am sorry
i didnt ever intend for this to happen
and it was more than a little naive of me
idoicy would be a nice word to use
I am not baying for revenge via some of these articles
and the views are in no way from my relationship
many of the cynicisms come from the people around me
i was happy and still care deeply
and it hurts to think that the general opinion is different
and directly extrapolated from what i said
none of which is factual as i have stated
and put down in parts when i am being unfair
its been a while and we're both happy now

since i did start this
i apologise as much as i possibly can
and i hope that you can forgive me
and i dont want this to go on
so most of the more recent entries that can be misread are going to be taken down
not now
but slowly
i dont want you to be taken to task over my drivel
which i should have mentioned more apparently
its rubbish
and so little of it refers to you
its not fair to assume that all of it does
you are kind and generous
and silence is not guilt, but more a reason to make the other person unhappy
i'm sorry
and a little surprised
but half of this blog goes