thanks C for loving me so

People said things will get better and honestly couldn't see how.. but it has now, I think.

We cleared dad's apartment finally as I decided to sell it. It was easier maybe coz C (hubs) took charge and did everything that needed to be done. Can't thank him enough for that. He however thought that I should go there once before everything, as it would do me good.

As I walked in just the the particular smell of the apartment, which quite ironically, I never noticed before, made me numb, and I just stayed that way throughout. I didn't realize I was crying until C held me in his arms.

What can I say, I have never been in such pain, ever... I mean things happened to me, like they do to everybody else, not including losing my mother though, coz honestly I was so young that I don't even remember much...

but this is bad... I can't get anything done adding to that was the guilt of hurting C as I didn't want him around sometimes, when really, he just wanted to help somehow.

And so when he held me in his arms, and I could see he was crying as well, when he asked me how he could help me 'cause it felt like he was losing me, just in that moment I was back to reality, and I decided I will try and get past this, coz I couldn't be the one to cause him so much pain. He has always been like a child, so easily pleased, always laughing and making me laugh, and I was forcing him to change..

We stayed there in the empty apartment and sometimes we talked, sometimes I just cried, sometimes he held me close to him, and I could feel his heart beat, and I felt better... so much better...

He was my Dad

Well its been a long time since I have written.

Despite the things happening in my life, I always managed to stay optimistic ... well uptill now.

On Chritmas eve, we were to have dinner with my in laws. Since dad wasn't feeling very well that week, I decided to stay with him.
On 23rd I came back home from shopping for 25th , and we talked a lot while preparing dinner. Before going to bed , I gave him antibiotics prescribed by his doctor.

Late in the night I heard him tossing and turning, when I switched on the lights.... he was sweating like anything,and writhing in pain. I freaked and called the doctor.
I couldn't believe what was happening, More so cause I couldn't understand it. I knew dad was a heart patient, but he had been in such a good health all these years.... but we had been cracking jokes and laughing a few hours ago...

And then I remember vague blur images through my tears, CPR, his feet pointing either side, his eyes trying to look at me, but loosing focus.

My dad, John Andrade, passed away on 24th December 2008, at the age of 72 .

I feel confused, sad and not sure what happens next.

Great read for fashion slaves like me

I'm taking about The Devil Wears Prada by Lauren Weisberger.

I came across this book today and I admit, was hooked on.

Funny, corrosive and alive!

Its basically about a fashion queen bee, kick ass boss Miranda vampirising the life of Andy, her assistant aka slave.... all with a humorous touch of course.

I watched the movie then (I have this weird obsession where I do both - read the book and watch the movie and then compare.. ) the insults were quite toned down and even the end was changed...

The book, like in most of the cases was much better..

In a particular scene Streep gives a great speech explaining, with terrifying, razor-sharp intelligence, that Hathaway’s “choice” not to follow fashion is no choice at all; that her frumpy blue jumper is in fact as conscious a style statement as her co-worker’s Chanel handbag.

If I hadn’t been stuffing chocolate cookies down my gullet I would have applauded.

It used to drive me mad when a certain ex-boyfriend of mine would dismiss my concerns about his sludgy cardigans and ill-fitting jeans as shallow and insignificant.

It’s not like I wanted him to deck himself out in designer T-shirts and ridiculously priced jeans (I’m an anti-label snob).

I was just asking him to care of himself, I think, and ultimately, to care of me ;)

quick update

You know finding a dream house and actually be able to afford it is quite rare.. and I wondered what the catch could be..

Today I met my next door neighbor, and it wasn't a treat.

Not only did 'Aunty ji' drill me about each and every member of my family, she thought it a great idea to ask me when we were planning to have babies, and would not drop it! ..
I, shocked as hell, said we were not sure. So she assumed something wrong with either me or the hubs and gave me some pretty neat advice how to go about doin 'it'...

Frankly speaking it was more uncomfortable than Mr. Oldie [her husband] offering to help me out at the grocery store. He was talking to my boobs, thats why.

Anyhoodle...

Moving on...

I finished the most important part of the house today...

Ta daa..

My dressing table...

I know .. I know.. I expect to do better tomorow.. maybe do an entire room.... have to get the bedroom done before hubs get back, ( but there were more than 40 boxes when I woke up I got so tired just looking at them! ); and call everyone and thank them for the gifts, exchange some of them :) , and learn to cook...

his mother warned him am not marriage material types .. and even though she is right, hubs doesn't need to find that out now...

Topsy Turvy

It hasn't even been a month since we got married.. and now hubs has to leave for the US of A for work for two weeks... I tried seducing, coxing, threatening, faking heart attacks, but nothing worked...

Two whole weeks.... damn you! we are still honeymooning ..

In short.. life sucks for now!

The good news is that we have the keys to our new apartment now (finally!). So I have loads of unpacking and decorating to do, which is not bad at all... plus in a week I resume torturing my students at the university (where I teach french to under grads)..

The silver lining however is that I get loads of free time to blog (holding for applause) and I promise to keep my sulking at bay...

It's a start

After much lurking around, and not so much deliberating, I’m ready to share!

Now that I think about this blog and what I can (and maybe will) post here, I wonder if it will change people’s prospective of me. I wonder if they will think that I’m not the person they thought I was - you know...

eh.. maybe not..

The truth be told, I'm very uninteresting, there will be nothing on here that will have any intelligence or amusement value to it...

enjoy!