could also mean THIS:

Let's just say its probably better to use the word "audacity" to replace "balls" in our next lively conversation eh?
example: He had the "balls" to ask me that!!
can also be stated as: He had the "audacity" to ask me that!!

mini feeds.

Hope:

never give that one up, the toad might turn into a prince. Someday.

the big T.

My NEW Best friend- TWITTER! and so much that I found Shashi Tharoor, Anushka Manchanda, Amit VaRma..and soo many many more!
Yet to figure out things on T, but for now am a very satisfied woman.

21.20- At school trying to create this sky scraper, 1:500 n all Mile high- post the Mexican trip. Just cannot get my arms to DO the work. Ideas simply buzzing around...buzzzzzzz!

Yeh...

Tweeting!

On Twitter! Trying to figure out HOW I can set up tweets on my blog face for now....YAYYY! Now I can tweeeeeet.
There is finally a place to place my broods on...:D

THAT does impress me much.

A good read is a good read. Period. But am not here to impress upon you intellectual stuff. Random takes on what impressed ME the most this week. Here goes:

A. Anushka Manchanda and her gloriously crazy ass voice. Her its just me and I can be a rock star in a simple white dress attitude absolutely shook me. She didnt need make up and glossy photo shoots or videoa to prove her attitude and music that mixed well. I absolutely love this girl!

B. My newly found charisma for staying free of swaying I hate all men thoughts to the newly transitioned nothing affects me anymore for thats your problem theory which I entirely belive in. Well....things that impressed be need not be always external to my aura right? ;)

C. Activites at my university which included- wine tasting festival, architecture week, spinni playing out in the day light helping me with smokes and coffee.

D. My hair! Yes!!! Finally my hair doesn't have a mind of its own. It responds to my wishes and swings the way I WANT it to!! which makes me um...quite sexy I'd like to think.

E. Itisha Peerbhoy's blog. Here's the link.

F. The abundance of girlfriends who think like me! Yayyy! :D

G. and of course Tarun Tejpal. I love how he plays sex with words.

These got me. and THIS-----> got TO me. Seriously, when I go out with the girls, all we talk about is the way men treat us. Hmm...well its only me talking as I am still the most single person in my group of friends. And I can hear my voice saying stuff...that personally I am not really liking anymore. Must stop this somehow. I mean men aren't the only thing my life revolves around. I know it. But its not helping. Especially when THEY act as if they are God's gift to women.

New Theory on why I always fall for jerks (by a close friend): "it seems, you are way out of league for the good guys. Its the players who have it in them to walk upto you and ask you out which obviously never ends well." So you think all men are jerks. You have to be less intimidating OR try to SHOW the good guys that you ARE their league. Then perhaps things might work out and you will not be eaten by alsations."
Hmm....
So now what..? If I don't play it down, it would mean that any guy who walks up to me IS a player???
Crap.

@22.45

It's so relaxing to read Amit Verma's India Uncut. Its simple. Its out there and he says it without mincing words. Clear enough. I keep having a good laugh as I read through his blog. It's something that makes you feel all is okay. Humour and cynicism exists and all can be quite okay at the end of the day.
It's been a tough week, and I haven't been able to concentrate on work, on writing and on myself. Thanks to a wonderful set of drunken tales, romance that never goes anywhere and a house without a broom.
Life is good. The visit to Delhi, the long drives, the dhabas, the general unruliness, the tilting buses carrying mango people (aam janta- a word that caught on after love Aaj kal) at midnight, all was very comforting. Some kind of hidden meaning behind it all I think. Something for me to relish. The view from my friend's apartment, open green spaces, tall buildings in between, bungalows, the works, Delhi definitely felt good to be in.
A friend just messaged me the existence of a good sex shop, where one can get goodies of all kinds. And she regrets not taking free candies on her way out. Which brings me to the fact that maybe I should visit after the almost 100th failed attempt at being liked and sharing some amount of liking-ness between the author (that would be me) and men. Men, always fodder for thought. Fodder for self mind fucking even.
Goodnight people. I need to sit with my thesis for a bit.