How do you talk to me? Assessing the risk of pissing me off.

With regards to my inability to blog anymore, that, the title, is the only one I can think of.

I don't really know if I should put my blog on private viewing with only a few people seeing it. Still in major contemplation. But what is the likelihood of people/strangers reading this and thinking that I may need immediate medical attention? One wonders, I wonder.

Career: All things are difficult at the beginning. I'am loving it. I'am liking my new boss. No complains there.

I treasure all my friendships. I love you all dearly. BUT,

1) Do not ask me WHAT TIME will I be finishing work.

2) Do not ask me WHY am I working on weekends.

3) Do not ask me why am I working LONG hours.

And I guarantee you we're good.

Just bear with the old bird for a bit. Making assumptions about this is reasonably unsafe, as the general violence in me would be awakened.

Selfish and strange (my rule book)

All things aside, Yamkins came back from India with an Indian Cosmo mag with Sushmita Sen looking more than prefect on the cover. And everyone was bitchin' away. I mean, is this necessary? You should love yourself and be happy with yourself. I wasn't at all threatened by the cover. I keep telling these people. They never listen. Children in my life.

This was the cover.
Like...damn that.WTF???!!! WAATHAAAFFUUUCKKK???!!why is she so prefect huh..huh huh..why why why...I don't really like you right now god...why didn't you spend a little more time on me? @#&%@$%$@

I love my mummy :

I asked my mum for some cash 2 days ago because my cashflow was a lil....uhmmmm...a lil...lets not go there...I always pay her back...

I asked her....'Can I have some cash, I'll pay you back in 6 days?'....silence....then I cleared my throat and asked her again....silence....pin drop silence. I think I heard doves cry...

So I gave up.

So I' am going to be very busy doing some wedding shopping as I have friends getting married soon :) Saree stores..here I come baby...

Now the low down on my new job? We need a whole new blog for that, will keep you all posted. Currently, it's just a girl who smells like fried fish (further than B.O) that sits in front of me (from 9am to 9pm)----> I can't hold my nose in public, my mother told me not to do that because it's rather rude. So I listened to her and bought glade stick-on air refreshener and stuck it onto my message board in my cubicle so I can breathe the flowery goodness instead of fish. The girl needs to do something about her stench man. Come on, you're a woman. I refer to her as Ratwoman.

Question for you: What do you say to a 48 year old spinster with a wonderful personality, a high flying job that wanted to get a maid especially for her dog? Cause I just stared expressionlessly. You know, like the same way I stared when my classmate,we were 14 years old, asked me fairly loudly in class..."Naaalinaaaa, what's masturbation? Is it a type of dance?"(Vivid memories)....Not quite sure whether to laugh or cry.

Note: This blog contains no amount of sarcasm or confidential information.

Problems in my life: I broke my headphones.

I tend to leave quite an impression.

God bless auditors and their love for walking into the office at 11am.

Pin a medal on me.

I wanted to name this blog...' pour some sugar on me'

This post is going to be very un-nalina. Minimal ranting and maximum 'to the point'.

I need a little spur.

I need some thrill.

I did not sleep much yesterday,and no, the coffee isn't working naymore.

( That pretty much sums up the fact that I' am having a horrific day at work and wondering why didn't I just stay with KPMG)

………

Now I'am going to hit point blank. Since I can't really write from A to Z, like I typically do cause this blog involves someone that might read it. He does not live here well.

I just mildly dug my grave.I think.

Now, given my shite stats with regards to men and dating.

I have narrowed down one person so far that may fit the 'marry Nalina and have kids cause she does not wanna be a fed-up 35 year old single hag that has not time to comb her hair in the mornings and goes around saying----> I' aaammmm mmmaaarried to my workkkk, i'am soooo dryyyyyy(say it in a slow,pathetic pace,druggy and hopeless with a tint of indian slang) and unable to have kids'

Dating is a waste of time for me. Time and everything else.

The thing is.

I don't know.

There are a few things that need to be ironed out in terms of his personality/character. Things that I can't live with. Where change is necessary. Enormously necessary.

Now.I'am not perfect.

How do I do this. How do I tell him.I cannot sugar coat.I just can't love. Its going hit him and I might break his heart in two, but it has to be done.

He will be coming back soon. If I' am still in the mood. I will talk. Or else, oh oh oh oh hey hey hye ohhhhhhh la la la l…we'll just stay friends.

Should I tell him, if I still am in that frame of mind, that you need to change your ways. Because your approach isn’t too agreeable.

Don't judge.Don't say i just need to get laid.

Shamelessly,

Me.

Sing to me party people.

I wanna make you smile whenever you're sad
Carry you around when your arthritis is bad
All I wanna do is grow old with you

I'll get your medicine when your tummy aches
Build you a fire if the furnace breaks
Oh it could be so nice, growing old with you

I'll miss you Kiss you
Give you my coat when you are cold
Need you Feed you
Even let ya hold the remote control

So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink
Put you to bed if you've had too much to drink
I could be the man who grows old with you
I wanna grow old with you

Revisiting the good old early days

I love face book. When it says it connects people. IT really does. I got in touch with a friend, a very good friend when we were like 8 years old and I went 'wow you remember me! And she said, of course I do, didn't I drag you to tour the drain networks in Damansara (where we live)

I cracked up. OMG.

Kids used to do normal things like play at the playground, seesaw, swings, Barbie dolls and etc.My friend and i (two 8 year olds), toured the monsoon drains around our neighbourhood.LOL

What was I like as a unique kid? A menace.

These are things I hear till today from my mother, my much older cousins, aunties and so forth. Simple distinction between me and normal children:

1) In the early 1980s, when I was born (1st child), my mum was so wretched to have me as her 1st born because I wasn't easy. She had to quit her job because I either beat up other kids at the babysitters or gave my grandmother misery (she could not walk after a while because I was an exhausting child-like grandkid from hell) could not handle me. So my mummy quit her job to look after this:

Ready for the ring.

2) When my sister came into this world, I got really jealous I presume.Mini me got jealous. Very jealous that when she was about 8 months crawling around the place like a dumbass, I apparently poked her eyes and took an adapter (heavy 3 point plug) and threw it at her head, and her head swelled and she cried like an idiot. Then my mother said, I laughed and thought it was funny. My mum usually makes me stand outside the house for a while as punishment after I had done something. According to her, I don’t cry. While standing outside, occasionally she says I destroy her plants. Then she gets me with a hanger or a feather duster.

3) I wouldn’t eat, I spit out food, wouldn’t sleep, needs to be carried around until 2am.Only eats imported biscuits (you’d have to lie to me and tell me its imported, or else I’ll just roll and play with the biscuits).My dad has to come home from work urgently to look after me because my mum gives up from time to time. And I torture maids. And constantly wore my Citara(from Thundercats) paper mask around the house.

4) I used to go to grandma’s a lot. So I ended up calling her mum and called my mum aunty. “I don’t wanna go back to auntyyyyy’ (the only time I’ll cry)

5) I carried my 2 month year old sister (3rd sister), from the cot and left her on the bed like a stuff toy (don't know if I had used one hand or both hands, can't remember). I was 6. And I told my mum about it humorously. She ran to check if my sister was ok.Then I had to stand outside again.

6) One evening, I was playing at my neighbours place, and she had called me 'black girl'. OMG. What a wrong move. So I pushed her into the drain and her dad came to my house and scolded me and told my mother you better reprimand your daughter.

---> I was bigger than most kids my age.

7) When I was in first grade, the school bus had left me so I walked home. And my mother cried thinking what happened to me because I wasn't home for nearly an hour.

8) I used to play lastic (roll a piece of paper real tight) and shoot it at a person with a rubber band (you can bleed), take bed sheets and make a tent and sleep in there. Collected all the thunder cats and he-man toys.

9) Once when we driving around in the car, in many instances, I just got pissed off for no reason and threw a set of house keys out of the window in the moving vehicle. Dad had to stop in the highway and look for the keys. Then I guess he yelled at me.

10) I called my mum’s aunty who’s name is Edith 'idiot'.

11) We used to visit a family friend and I would take her teenage daughters lipstick and put it all over my face and break things in her room.

A major breakthrough occurred when I was slightly older: The Cane.

My uncle and i-Now don't blame me for my drinking habits.

My truthful first love. Popeye the sailor man

Lots more. But before you think I' am a seemingly ill-disciplined creature, I’ll stop here.


In the end, we all lived happily ever after and I discretionarily morphed into this nice, polite and quiet girl. The culture in me