Up and hormonal

You see, my momma should have locked her liquor cabinet. She never learns. Now I' am home alone. Had 'a tad bit' of Bitter lemon and gin and decided to blog. Eeeeee haaaaaaa...The apple does not fall far from the tree: My momma's liquor cabinet (my genes control how much I drink) – The likeliness of me becoming an alcoholic star = 10/10. What hoochie mama.

Believe it or not...I' am having work withdrawal symptoms...I know...i whined a lot and cried a lot, but somehow, I miss that dog fur smelling curtain material dresser spinster boss of mine, please don't ask me why..because contrary to popular believe, my way of thinking is uncommon ..but now I just cant stay still....That I blog emotional crap, is well established as I like. Because of economic consequences, I' am pitiable due to how dry I' am = both, in terms of money dry(paid for a summon which i have no idea of) and well dry. Not surprisingly, it all looks pretty neat and easy....These contradicting conclusions are connected to my momma’s liquor cabinet that was unlocked and I home alone...nothing too puzzling about it. Today I want to stop child labour, I want to help the poor, I want to revamp the Malaysian education system, I want to be the Chief Financial Officer of Murphy Oil Corporation...and I want to....actually, deep down, I just want another drink, so I can celebrate how inspiring my life is and how I need to get laid. Damn it. I mean....the well is dry? Dry dry dry....Oh MFG, time to shut up now. Shut shut shut up.

I read this in the Economist: ‘Taller people on average are more employable’ .....You go Economist...I like...Economist...

I' am listening to:-

Sephia, by Sheila on 7.

Hey,Sephia
Malam ini ku takkan datang
Mencuba untuk berpaling sayang
Dari cintamu
Hey,Sephia
Malam ini ku takkan pulang
Tak usah kau mencari aku,demi cintamu

Hadapilah ini
Kisah kita takkan abadi

S'lamat tidur kekasih gelap ku[ooo.....Sephia]
S'moga cepat kau lupakan aku
Kekasih sejatimu takkan pernah sanggup untuk melupakanmu

S'lamat tidur kasih tak terungkap [ooo.....Sephia]
S'moga kau lupakan aku cepat
Kekasih sejatimu takkan pernah sanggup untuk meninggalkanmu

Hey,Sephia
Jangan pernah panggil namaku
Bila kita bertemu lagi
Dilain hari
Hadapilah ini
Kisah kita takkan abadi

No nasty comments please....Its one week from that time of the month...Queen B is on her highest lethal mode....They can’t take that away from her....

Lotsa love, hugs, kisses and more more kisses,

N.

Kuljeet's wedding: The colours of India

Time to turn on the lights

Hello All!!

Decline of the blog scene I know. With work like these, even my finger diarrhea decease had to be put on hold. I did not forget you guys. I never did.

Now somebody once asked me what was my one life defining moment. Except at that time, I couldn't answer because I didn't have one. But now I do and I'll just come out and say it, Its Vick (My buddy who passed away recently in a nasty road accident). I just needed to get that out and if I may add, the sweetest thing a guy has ever done for/to me is to reach for my hand under the table of which a serious nerve racking meeting was going on, because my hand was showily terribly cold and he wanted to keep it warm.

It's a wee bit hard out there dude.

Ok lets get into the groove now..

Ladies and Gentlemen: I' am hereby jobless for the next two months following my departure in June. I can foresee May being a very tense month. So here is me, keeping you posted on my life on a typical day (A weekday and a weekend makes no difference to me)

I present to you the happenings of one week of freedom from Ursula the mad spinster boss.

8am: 7th heaven (Usually cursing the goddamn alarm with all different kinds of foul languages known to mankind)

9am: 7th heaven (Usually at work staring at my coffee cup and looking at the PC wondering why I'am alive and why does god hate me so much)

10am: 7th heaven (Usually smelling dog fur at the boss's room)

11am: Singing to the birds while gracefully waking up to a sun kissed morning that never looked so pretty.

11:30am: Sweet time at breakfast pretending it’s the Holiday Inn, while heading out to the gym.

GYM at an odd hour is always a good thing for me if I intend to try out new things in life like Belly dancing and Latin dancing. Why you may ask?..uhmm...See, Charlize Theron told me in my dreams that, if I wanted to do those things that would entail my whole booty shaking uncontrollably....let it be the booty that ONLY shakes and nothing else (i.e. my humble fats)...To avoid any public disgrace of my multi layered tummy and Godzilla love handles coupled with my world class dance skills, I choose to go for these classes late mornings, when only Grandma Sue and Aunty Lilly are in it.

Ok enough of the time thing, but I read a little, spend time with people a little and do stuff for family a little.

Edgy single hood discomfort: When paranoia tends to always get the better of me, it leaves me strapped with sickening thoughts. This, I agree with Pri, a really tricky business. Relationships or almost one or whatever the heck you call it...I believe in different degrees of difficulty in everything...Mightier? More optimistic? I don't know. Something I think of or have already thought of 4 steps ahead of a current conversation. I guess I have a normal life...just because all great love stories are always tragedies?

“Those who are faithful know only the trivial side of love, it is the faithless who know love's tragedies.” - Oscar Wilde

Its 11:00 pm on a Saturday night. Muah my lovies.