And I thought, Hello, new shoes....bye bye blues..

Hey I put some new shoes on, 

And suddenly everything is right,

I said, Hey, I put some new shoes on,

And everybody's smiling, Its so inviting..

Oh, short on money but long on time

Slowly strolling in the sweet sunshine

And I'm running late, and I dont need an excuse,

'Cause I'm wearing my brand new shoes.

-PAOLO NUTINI

Pixelated

As if I didn't own enough blogs in the blogosphere, I had to go and get myself another one!

This is something that I have been wanting to do for a long time, but other important priorities (READ: lazing around) got in the way. So, without further ado, I give you...

Lazy Pixels

Why? Because I'm lazy and because those are pixels. If you find yourself blinking right about now, go ahead and check it out. Or you could subscribe to the RSS feed and be forever updated on the results of the endless fruitless photo sessions I have with the most insignificant little things in sight.

I can promise that the new photo blog will be updated on a more regular basis than this one is.
Because, my life? Not that happening. But, my camera pointed at various objects lying around the house? Dude, way more interested than the sordid details of my life.

Messiness, thy name is me.

An extremely untidy person by nature, I pretty much spent my whole adolescent and teenage life listening, to my mother scream at me, to clean up the pig sty that was my room. Disobedience, being my norm, I hardly ever adhered to those frequent orders.

I'm still as messy as I've ever been at home, but I've noticed that when I travel, especially alone, I am freaking obsessive compulsive. Turns out there is some of my mother's blood flowing through my veins, after all.

I went on two trips this year with college. We were a bunch of four in a hotel room, an inexplicably tiny hotel room might I add, with one double bed and barely enough space to put our feet. Four college girls doesn't exactly spell the bare necessities in terms of luggage. So there we are, all cramped up in this tiny room, which we unfortunately will call home for the next two weeks, and I get this rabid urge to tidy the place up. So my best friend and I start to clean, stowing away luggage, folding clothes, picking up wet towels off of the floor, throwing away food that's gone way past its 'best before' date, you know, the usual 'living-out-of-a-suitcase' scene. So we finally get done, and sit back surveying our work. Proud of the job we'd done, I pick up my book and continue on the adventures of three young women in Dublin (yes, I live on Chick lit, so sue me!!) when I see a comb that's on the table, slightly askew. I don't know what came over me that minute, I lunged across the bed, jumped over a couple of suitcases barely escaping landing on my face, and moved the comb two centimeters to the right so that it would be in place.

The moment I did that, I stopped. Disbelief washed over me, as I realized that I, the girl who went months without washing her bike, actually moved my fat ass from one end of a room to another to put a comb, of all insignificant things, in its place!

The reason I bring this up is that I've been home for two months now, and only a couple of weeks ago, did I get around to cleaning my room. I can safely say that while the task in itself was no piece of cake, it definitely would not have taken the amount of time that I took on it, which give or take was about three weeks.

Here are some pictures to prove it. (Sorry about the quality, a very sad VGA camera phone was all I had to work with!)

Three weeks later. Not perfect, but awesome for my standards.

So, that's the result of three weeks hard labour. Translation : Two and a half weeks of procrastination and 3 days of work.

Oh, and I hope I didn't scare you guys off with the filth that I lived in. Just trying to keep it real here folks.

Next week, my monstrosity of a closet.

Don't ask me how I get clothes outta there. Its a modern mystery.

While I'm the epitome of untidiness in this aspect, I expect nothing less than perfection from myself when I turn in work at college. Having to attain perfection in a room of crap can be quite a task. And that's something I'll have to repeat ten times everyday hereafter, so I can stop messing up my room.

Can you see the difference between ME - 'The Traveller' and ME - 'The lazy slug at home'. The difference is truly phenomenal. Now the only thing left to do is find someone to sponser my travel so I can learn to be a tidier person or learn to be happy living amongst the filth.
Though the former is extremly tempting, I'd be completely satisfied doing the latter.

Now THERE'S something you didn't need to know about me.

Mosaic

Spotted this tag somewhere, and was itching to do it, but unfortunately, when I tried answering the questions, I was stumped. Believe me, I spent 45 minutes just on the second question. It was like I being held at gunpoint, making a life or death decision! Oh and my new flickr obsession also slightly fueled this tag.

Anyway, here are the rules.

1. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search.
2. Using only the first page, pick an image.
3. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into fd’s mosaic maker).

1. What is your first name?
Lemonade, to you.
2. What is your favorite food? Right now?
Pineapple Pizza. This is the answer I spent 45 minutes on. Pathetic, I know. (Not the pizza, but the fact that I love food so much that it was so hard for me to make a decision)
3. What high school did you go to?
Convent. I went to this convent in Chennai. Some of the best days of my life, yes, even with the obsessive compulsive white satin ribbon rule.
4. What is your favorite color?
Red. I think I've already mentioned this a couple hundred times here.
5. Who is your celebrity crush?
Wentworth Miller. Need I say more?
6. Favorite drink?
Definitely Lemon Tang. Its my lifeblood, this time of year.
7. Dream vacation?
Bora Bora, French Polynesia.
8. Favorite dessert?
Lemon Ice cream. If you think I'm joking, I'm not. If you're ever in Anna Nagar, go to Deli Fresh. Trust me, it'll be the best fifteen bucks you'll ever spend.
9. What do you want to be when you grow up?
Happy..hopefully.
10. What do you love most in life?
My family.
11. One Word to describe you.
Quirky. You see that, don't you?
12. Your flickr name.
Lemon Snap. Maybe its time I get over this lemon thing, no?


Flick Credits:
1. Lemonade and Lime, 2. Bacon & Pineapple Pizza, 3. Convent Distorted, 4. `paint the town red., 5. Wentworth Miller, 6. DSCF0140, 7. KAP Bora May 07, 2006-06, 8. pickled sour cherries on lemon ice cream, 9. don't worry be happy new year, 10. My family..., 11. Quirky, 12. Swedish snaps for the holidays


I'd take up this tag if I were you.

Its a nice way to spend 45 minutes pondering about your favorite food.

Pure joy

Back home after the two week stint in the middle of nowhere, and guess what the stork dropped off in my absence!

That's right..my precious new baby!!! With her durable body (which the lord knows, I need!) and her 160 GB hard disk, which has me grinning with glee and her NVIDIA 8600 Geforce 256 mb card (I think) and the 2 GB RAM and the Intel^® Core^TM 2 Duo Processor 2.0GHz. If you're a girl and you don't get all that, I don't blame you, I didn't know what that crap meant either until like a week before I placed my order. But if you're a guy and are unable to comprehend what I'm saying the, shame on you!

Enough of the never ending specifics, take a look at her.


I't she just gorgeous?! (I'm still undecided, if its a 'she' or a 'he', I tried out the 'he' but it didn't sound right, so its a 'she' for now.)

I kind of have a thing for red stuff...My bike is red and so is my iPod, so it was only natural that I went hunting around to find a red laptop. Anyway, must go, fill her up with some delicious software. A new baby does need her nourishment after all.

If you haven't figured it out by now, yes, I think I have gone slightly nuts. Don't worry, its a daily occurrence me, should hopefully pass in a couple of hours.

If you're reading (which, I hope you're not!) thank you Dadu!! ( Now please find that little red cross at the top right hand of the monitor and click it, NOW!...you too Ma!)

So much for being anonymous, huh..parents finding out about you're blog and all. But that's a whole other story, right now I gotta get back to something that's sitting there and looking all pretty. In fact, I can actually hear it call out to me...

A Thousand Words

Pictures are supposedly worth a thousand words right?

At times like these, when I'm struggling to find ten words to string together a decent sentence, pictures do come in handy.

But thankfully, this particular picture does say more than a thousand words. I mean just look at their adorable faces, for heaven's sake!


*Taken on Thiruvanmiyur Beach sometime last year.

x'mas

Yes, I realize that Christmas is long gone.

But this bauble was just so pretty, I couldn't resist!

Aren't blurry pictures so much more artistic than focused ones?!

Yes, that's a rhetorical question.

And even if you don't think they are, humour me, please!

Post 7 - Squishy

There's something about squishing your toes in mud, that's very therapeutic. And in case you were wondering, yes that is white nail polish and yes that is my extremely manly left foot!

I love myself!

I cannot believe how proud I am of this snap! First photography class and I'm already flying, despite the fact that the thirty five other snaps on this roll were beyond pathetic!!

AAhh..I'm so in love with myself right now! :)
Proudness much? Yup..I know..but isn't it ok to be once in a while, especially when the object of it is something as gorgeous as this?

Ok..I better stop now! This is clearly getting to my head.