New template, and hello too!

So we got a new template, and redid the entire page! We think it's cute, but even it was not, it's different, and we were stuck with the old one for way too long. But what can we say, we're lazy. When we can't even make decent posts regularly, hunting for and implementing a new template is out of the question.

But here it is. It is done. Hoorah!

And a new template calls for a way overdue new post. It's actually Sohna's turn, but because all she can hear these days are little tinkling bells, no matter how much one reminds her, no matter how often she says yes, it's just not going to happen.

So as the admin mice, I will take it upon myself the task of posting a new...post. Hmmm..you know what, I can't think of anything. So let's just do pictures this time. I'm gonna go look in my folders and pick 4 random favorite pictures out.

#1 - Look what I shot! Who are these two lovers frolicking by the sea..you may ask. And while I can safely reveal the identity of the handsome Brazilian man, I will not because it is of no importance. And yes, the other one is a mice, a rare moment, a mice being friendly with a cunning but stoned cat :-)

#2 - ***sigh*** "Nought warm where your hand was...."#3 - Lucky, and this picture earns a place here because he's so beautiful.
#4 - I like the smiles around the table :-)

Okay, that's all. If either Sohna or Shirley still don't update after this, this blog is as good as dead, new template and all. Gone with the wind.

Fare thee well, dear child

Shirley off to the land of no salt and pepper. While her poor Indian palate may suffer so, and we feel the deepest sympathies, we here will greatly suffer from her absence so! Aye, much more than her palate will suffer.

She's young, like a young hart. And we fear the First World ways may befuddle her so, may wrought her maiden heart with worries so, may cause the skin of her forehead to wrinkle, may cause her hands to tremble and render them useless altogether!

So here's a little prayer for you, Shirley -

I pray You'll be her eyes, and watch her where she goes
And help her to be wise, in times when she doesn't know
Let this be her prayer, as she goes her way
Lead her to a place, guide her with Your grace
To a place where she'll be safe.

Well, that sounds like she's dead. But no, she's very alive. Probably 'alively-sinning' somewhere on the shores of Bangkok right now. All we'll say from here is don't overdose, we'd like to have you back breathing :-)

Enjoy yourself Shirley! Do not forget to soak in the jacuzzi with a cold bottle of Moscato. Every night. :-)

Here's To You Sohna

Broad smiles, silly grins, broader smiles, a little blush, a turn of bright red and tons of concealer. The very description of Sohna when meeting Prince Charming at 10 D. You think I exaggerate? Well hmm, no not really :P Actually - here's what happened:

We were discussing OKRs (it's true, we are insane) at a nice comfortable booth and bitching about work when he texts her. She texts back. Smile. Tries to go back to talk of work. Fails miserably. He replies to her text. She texts back. She complains of poor network. He walks in. (Choir of angels go off in her head)

Ha ha ok - so I do exaggerate a tad. But this is what I saw. He excuses himself to the men's restroom and which time she boldly summarises all the points we had listed on our little tissue paper. I'm sure she was reading it but I'm not so sure that she was "reading" it LOL.

Big smile throughout our time there with occasional trips to the bathroom and questions of "Well....?" and "What do you think....?" and "Well.....?"

I will admit though, it was a fun night. I flopped myself right bang in the middle of their date very shamelessly and ended up with a glorious hangover the next morning. But as this post goes to show - No regrets! :D

Of Snobs

Jeru's finally back...

Ok, she's been back for ages but I've been too lazy to update before this. :D

She's back and she's become a snob. :D For someone who drank copious amount of beer before leaving, she now refuses to touch the stuff. Wine's the drink for her. Um, well also for all of us....But, we blame her completely for corrupting us!

And we were having a frankie...A lovely chicken roll wrapped in a roti. Ozzie land had her so caught up in exotic food that she called roti 'bread.' Bread!!! Terrible...

And the final straw, she'll only get on the humble flyover in Begumpet if it has the fabled Chinese Restaurant at the end of the Bridge.

The snobbishness is spreading though. Shirley thinks FP is too 'common' now and will only sip 10D and Dublin's finest choice of alcohol. Apparently, I'm a snob cos I won't go out with guys who sms 'gud' and 'muaah.' (Though, I think i'm justified there!!)

Well, the wine's good at the Sheraton and there are no guys who say 'Muah.' Being a snob does have its perks. :)

The night Sohna cooked...

No wonder the Vindaloo ended up in the trash bin and poor Pete had to be sent off without a last taste of his favorite Indian dish off to the land of no-Vindaloos.

Booooreed

Yes, it has been established, made know unto all who will listen, I am bored! And my brutal friends do not help ease the boredom.

I have a packet of sugar stolen surreptitiously from Barista and my mind has drawn a blank. I've also discovered that when I put anything down in writing, I switch to writing in a very formal register or in English from the seventeenth century...this, the dear Sohna, is helping me overcome. Thanks be unto you, sweet maiden.

So, everyone's gone away....vanquished from these dear lands. Jerusha (we miss you :) ) is living it up in Mizoram and the guys have gone 'Down under' for Christmas. Oooh, behold, a standstill!

Ok...there be no point to this blog! But helllpp

The Woes & Agonies Of Apostle Gan.

Ahem, before I be slaughtered by my noble compatriots and more importantly, before I forget everything from the last few nights, I feel that I must record every blurry moment that I have been subject to over the past couple of days.

And, no no this is not another post about any drunken encounters. Rather, this be about those things that may cause the faint of heart to tremble :) LOL, so as promised to the guys, I figure, that our courageous Apostle must feature in our blog. Here's to you, Pete, for enriching our lives thus on an every day basis.

The following tale is true and bears no likeness to any other you may have heard before:

So our brave and courageous Knight is strolling along and playing the very role of Chivalry. Escorting two beautiful women in the dead of night to their house on the streets of Venkatgiri, he spots a creature in the distance, hurtling steadily towards him. This famed creature, is Goofy (a friendly neighborhood dog, much loved and bearing tremendous respect for the girls).

Smriti, our fair and faint hearted damsel, lets out a brief cry of happiness, upon seeing the lovable creature. This, however, was followed by a blood curling, death initiating yelp from our brave soldier. The stillness of the night, I am afraid, was thus shattered and the fear that might have registered upon the face of all those present causes me to break out into a fit of giggles just writing this down.

There was even a moment, I would believe, when he may have taken swift flight, leaving our innocent maidens to the dangers that befell them. Ha ha, or perhaps he was merely arming himself with screams that may have caused all mortal elements to be sore amazed.

My tale is now concluded. I must be off before this treacherous smile, breaking out around the corners of my mouth, causes those around me to question my innocence. :P