Same to same?

Don't you think she looks like me?

Excuse me, I want to make a complaint.

Apart from Nausea by Sartre, and a couple of abortive attempts at reading Kafka, I stayed far away from existential literature. No particular reason - I guess I didn't get angst-ridden till I was in my mid twenties, and by that time I decided that I might as well escape into something pleasant if I must read.

Not sure what struck me after ten years, but found myself looking up Kierkegaard the other day. I loved something I found - this is spoken by a character in Repetition:

How did I get into the world? Why was I not asked about it and why was I not informed of the rules and regulations but just thrust into the ranks as if I had been bought by a peddling shanghaier of human beings? How did I get involved in this big enterprise called actuality? Why should I be involved? Isn't it a matter of choice? And if I am compelled to be involved, where is the manager—I have something to say about this. Is there no manager? To whom shall I make my complaint?

I'm not this grumbly yet, but I so hear this guy!

sometimes there's nothing to say

Pisces, and addicted.

The Pisces has an addictive personality - that's what all the sun/moon/star sign people say. I read on a Web site, "If you're a Pisces, you've probably already heard that you share a sign and an addictive personality --with Liz Taylor, Liza Minelli and Kurt Cobain."
We all know what happened to Kurt Cobain; and I'm past his age, so I will not worry about him.
Liza Minelli, I think, is quite ugly, so we'll leave her aside.

Liz Taylor. Hmmm. Here's an interesting woman. Known more for her husbands than for her acting. Is she addicted to wedding ceremonies? Did you know that she didn't divorce all her husbands. She was actually widowed once. Anyway, I digress. Let's figure out what I have in common with Liz T. It's not the husbands for sure. It isn't the awards for acting - she's won 28 awards, including one called Hasty Pudding’s Woman of the Year Award.

Maybe it's the bad back. She's broken her back five times. I haven't broken mine (knock on wood). Well not physically anyway. But I have a weak back, prone to aching and creaking! Perhaps I'll break it sometime in the future. But after reading the above article, I consider myself forewarned. Will watch my back. (Aaargh. The worst pun ever!)

But here are some addictions of my own: Sims, bournvita and cold milk, and poy sian (thai version of vicks inhaler). I'm glad I don't have people addictions. That would be dangerous.

But you know what, tish tosh! I'm happy!

Updates. And a new story.

First the updates:
I found Sims 2! I found Sims 2! I found Sims 2! I found Sims 2! I found Sims 2! I found Sims 2!

The bloody bat came back!! It flew in again, the ass!! This time I wasn't watching a program on vampires, but it still scared the bejeezus out of me and I dropped my food on the sofa. I promise. One tandoori chicken leg and a whole lot of yoghurt. Bloody fool bat!

New story:
Was in Chennai for a wedding and decided to treat myself to a pedicure the day before the event. Sat in a humongous chair specially built for the purpose - quite uncomfortable, but whatever. Next to me was a swarthy, skinny, mustachioed dude getting a pedicure too. I sniffed in disdain and looked away. But he proved to be quite an interesting character. His phone kept ringing, and the ringtone was a husky female voice going "Hello-o. Hello-oo?" I figured this was reserved for one particular person cos I heard other ringtones too. But that's not all. One time he answers, listens, and says "This is Prince Charles." I'm like WHATTTTT? But I give him the benefit of the doubt and think that it's some Thing he's referring to. But at the end of the conversation he goes "I am Prince Charles." I'm like WHATTTTT all over again. And I look at him and think NO WAY DUDE! But he is. He is Prince Charles.