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I knew I needed a break from the hothead I'm turning into, the moment I got up in the morning and read my previous post... The raving lunacy in that makes Mike Tyson looks like a messenger of peace, with olive leaves in his hands and white doves perched on his shoulders...

Think a vacation to Mauritius with an armful of blondes is called for...

Am I assertive? With all the pent-up rage in me, yes, but then coupled with unbridled aggression, I tend to rattle people, the way a rattlesnake in your soup would rattle you. I care for some people, like I always did, would jump off a cliff for them if I had to, but the histrionics that they come up with drive me to the edge of something remotely resembling sanity...

Am I juvenile? I can hear the distant voices from the heavens proclaiming a vehement "YES"... I shake my fists in the skyward direction, but I won't say I disagree...

What happened to the guy who used to be so shy, the pillar in the corner used to speak louder than him...?
What happened to the bloke who used to exist in his own melodious harmony even as crap used to rain around him?
What happened to the teenager who used to react with a quiet (wimpy?) "How rude is that!" to an obscenity?
What happened to the chap who used to agonize over his grades and laugh maniacally at a friend's melodramatic misery??
Why does NOW make me wish for THEN?
Why I do put myself through this?
Why do I allow others to hurt me?
Why do I allow myself to get hurt?
Why am I so keen on selling my soul to the devil?
Why do I have this crazy self-pity bug in my blood?
Why do I wake up every morning wanting to make it to the end of the day, without having found out something someone said about me behind my back?
Why do I feel that friendship, loyalty, trust, commitment is something best steered clear of...?
Why am I so scared of the light that reveals the stark reality?
Why does this reality hurt so much that I just want to close my eyes, never to open them again...?
Why am I trying to hold on to the frayed strings that I myself severed ages ago?
Why am I so scared of going back to lying in someone's arms?
Why is it so fucking difficult to forget someone who did not deserve my tears, much less, anything else from me?

What the fuck is it with me and my moronic morose morosis?? 2 posts in a space of 9 hours....

I'm scrapping the Mauritius plan... Have had too much of blondes already, you see!


Mood: Damn, Damn and Double Damn

Listening to: Tera Muskarana - Jhankar Beats!

Whistling the blues away

Back in office after a 4-day hiatus... Good to touch the green, green grass of home... Can't believe I missed my workplace! Hehe! Well I guess, if one spends 4 days hungry at home because one is too lazy to get up, go out and eat, one would miss the place where all they do is smash one's head against the nearest wall with a window-pane-shattering frequency!

My cousin is stirring up trouble for me... Technically, he's my uncle, since he's my mom's cousin, but he's younger than me so I call him cousin! Anyway, he says with my XAT score I can easily get into XIMB, regardless of my XLRI fiasco, and keeps telling mom to try for the same... Denny asshole!!! Mom, on the other hand, is always after me to start studying for next year's exam...

To all the nerds out there, please tell me what drives you to study for an exam, any exam... Sure, getting into XLRI will cause my popularity levels to sky-rocket, but to what end... People who hate me, will continue to hate me, and people who love me, will continue to love me too... If I secure a seat there, people who never wished me well will simply loathe me out of jealousy, and if I perform as well as Salman Khan at a driving test, they will continue to ridicule me... I don't have to prove nothing to myself, because I have had enough of the exams I have already struggled through... Damn, I will study, damn!

Me and a friend were squabbling on the office communicator today... He asked me a relatively harmless question: why I don't post on Infy Blogs, and the scope of the arguments turned to verbal-ability-trashing! He was ridiculing my church-sermon-length posts and I was poking fun at the corny outpourings of his dyslexia! I finally told him to shove his "this" up his "that"! He got what I meant, and I'm sure you did too!! Anyway, I punished him by barraging his mailbox... He hates getting mails and his favourite punchline happens to be "Die Outlook, Die"! Its why I chose that particular path of retribution!

Alex can sure be cynical if he wants!! Sometimes a tad too sarcastic for comfort...

Anyway, yesterday at the hospital, they brought in a kid for a tetanus shot... The lil guy was bawling at the top of his lungs, protesting to an injection... His cries went unheeded though, as his shorts were pulled down and an injection pumped in! I have faced my fair share of injections too as a kid... Having a nurse for a mom has sure put me through a lot of those... I used to wish I could grow up fast enough to stop people from pulling down my shorts whenever they felt like it...

Life as a kid has its bitter moments... But it also has too many pluses to make up for all that... As a kid, one does not have any forlorn memories or any worries about the upcoming future... Life is a closed treasure chest with infinite possibilities... Thinking about your future is only restricted to deciding which comic to read after finishing with the current one, or figuring out whether to play hide-and-seek or cricket with the neighbourhood kids!

Life to me right now is like watching "Gone in 60 seconds" for the 427th time... As much as I still enjoy the thrill, I just know what is coming next... A part of me is not even interested in what is coming next... That sense of wonder is long gone... Grown ups do tend to adopt that resigned attitude to Life... Victory/defeat become trivial and Life metamorphoses into a prime time slot between birth and death...

Even boyish acts like squabbling with friends over the communicator seem...well...boyish!! My phone rings and I pick up knowing very well who is calling, and the person keeps the phone at the other end; seems boyish... I know who is calling because she is the only one who has that number...

I need to find that kid in me... I need life to throw something at me, without me knowing what it is... A rose, a rock or a rotten tomato, I don't care... As long as I don't know...


Current Mood: Ho-Hum

Jukebox: Dheere Dheere - Shaurya

Emotional Potpourri

Damn blogger blocked in office again... Crap! I don't understand the thought process of the CCD or whoever is responsible for this blocking shit. I mean, they block all web-based email sites (gmail, rediffmail etc), orkut (a community site) and blogger, but they don't block ICICIDirect. Hell, my roommates, half the folks in CCD, three-quarters of SEs and ALL DMs/GPMs/SPMsPMs/PAs in Infy are sitting on that site for 26 out of 24 hours. So basically blogging and external email is un-productive, while ICICI Direct is not??? Yeah right...

Dad had the operation done today. The blood sugar level is fine. He's blind till tomorrow morning now. Once they remove the dressing, he's still supposed to be staying away from reading or anything of that sort for a couple of months.

My roommate Ralph has this uncanny habit of sleeping in a sitting position. I mean, I see him going to sleep, lying down on the bed. But middle of the night, I am usually woken up because of my wheezing problem, I see him sitting on one corner of the bed, his head drooping on his chest, drooling into a puddle of saliva all over his vest... Trust me, waking up at an unearthly hour and being greeted by this scenario is not exactly comforting!

I doze off sitting too, but that usually happens when I'm working, or when I'm listening to one of Mummy's tirades on my perfect eating habits or endless lectures on the importance of church, and why we should attend church regularly etc etc.

No I'm not an atheist. But in my eyes, the church is nothing but a weekly meeting place of hypocrites who have nothing better to do with their Sundays. I think "Angels and Demons" put this forward pretty aptly as "a bunch of old farts getting together under a chief old fart"... These were not the exact words, but well, something to that effect!

I did enjoy going to the chapel, back in school, though... A quiet, serene place, devoid of noise, where I can sit, at peace, and talk to myself! Yeah, I love talking to myself too... I do it all the time too, much to the consternation of my roomies! Ralph still gets startled when I do that! You are at the hospital, your wife is in labour, the doctor comes out and declares "TWINS", you shake his hand and run inside, you see the kids, one negro and the other Chinese, imagine the expression on your face. Ralph usually has the exact same one when I set off on the irrelevant-talking-to-myself tangent... PRICELESS!

Looking back at the past few months of my life, seems relations (of all kinds) never work for me... Maybe not just past months, this has just always been my story... Relations usually turn into a bottomless cistern of attachment, heartburn and misery in the long run, atleast for me. Constant fights, arguments, ego-clashes are making me turn away from people, I truly care for, and causing me to recede more and more into myself... Loneliness is one serene yet empty feeling... The problem is when you care for people, excessive attachment causes pain to everyone involved and, most of all, to me... Clinging to the people I care for scares the shit out of me... Maybe because I fear losing it... Some people spend their lives searching for what they want. Some people spend their lives searching for what it is that they want. I just sincerely want to live each day; don't even want to search because I feel I just do not want anything...

People say I shouldn't live each day so scared of my past... They say I'll never change what's been and gone


Never change what's been and gone
My destiny wil keep me warm
The stars in my eyes are fading away
Maybe I will see them again someday

Need to take a look at the world around and about
Instead of crying my heart out
Need to take a moment to smell the Wild, Wild Rose
Instead of halting on the paths that I chose



Current Mood: Introspective

Jukebox: This is how you remind me - Nickelback

Expectations -> Zilch

Friday's over, another long weekend over and, come Tuesday, I am back to my work-a-phobic lifestyle!

Had to drive to Nampally to drop off Ralph on Friday evening... That traffic sure takes a toll on my "blessed" lungs!

Couple of folks have come over to see my place, but we still haven't found a new roomie... Could be because of the prevailing cleanliness!!
I bought these. Simply love them... Super-comfortable!! Wish i could have spent the entire weekend plonked on them... Had to trouble Ralph a bit to get them home after the purchase, though!
Long weekend was good, primarily because I practically slept through all of it! Lets not talk about where, though! Sleep is the best way to spend a holiday... Woke up once in a while to catch a movie on TV, or Roadies, or a random episode of Friends on my system!
Long, hard argument with a close friend today (I do seem to run into these...) Came to a mutual decision to stay out of each others lives... I told her that I will miss her... She said she already was... I couldn't find it in me to reply to that on mail... Scarface: here's my reply to your "I already am"


Then come into my arms like a river to the sea,
Make me smile and smile for me
Kiss my blues away, forgive me
Come into my arms like a river to the sea

The compilation is mine, the lines and analogies are not, except for the 3rd one... Will miss you...

I have to get some bloody coaching classes on getting rid of the expectations in my life... I expect people not to offend me and end up offending others... I expect people to be nice to me and end up either being horrid to others, or being walked all over on.... I need to expect to find some comfortable railway tracks to lie down on... That's what the title is about too... Expectations tend to Zero... Remember 10th standard Limits lessons?

Dad and Mom are on their way to Chennai right now... Dad's cataract operation. I'm gonna pray for him, please keep him in your prayers too.... His cataract thing is in a bad state... He has major trouble riding that dilapidated scooter of ours in the night... Couldn't have gotten this operation done earlier because of high blood sugar... Sugar level is around 187 now... That's an awesome improvement from the 400-something figure of earlier...

I forgot about Monday being Vishu... I remembered only when I saw the leave calendar in office today! And I am a Mallu... Sheesh!
Most Important news snippet: CUTE FEMALE IS BACK!!! Sheer bliss to have seen her in office today! Although bad news is tongue-freeze problem has started again!

BruCoffee in office sucks... So does Choco-Almond and LemonTea... Even though its free... And I'm too lazy to go to CoffeeDay in the campus... God bless my lethargy!



Current Mood: Apologetic

Current Music: Ain't Nobody - Raghav

Musings on an Idle Monday...

I need to stop getting insanely jealous over matters that devious twists of fate wave before my face...I need to get a grip on my tongue, before I perfect the exemplary skill of getting my exceptionally large feet into my even bigger mouth...I need to learn the art of staying away from certain sticky situations rather than open the proverbial Pandora's chest and then curse what comes out, instead of my own stupidity... Damn, damn and double damn...

I know that entire shopping list of "I need"s does not make any sense to you... I couldn't make much head or tail of it either... Lets just ignore that... I needed (not again...) to get it out of my system and I just did...

The next door neighbour has a cute kid... First saw it (I don't know the gender, hence the use of "it") when he asked my roommate to sign some passport related forms for the baby... Seeing the kid brought back one particular memory of meeting an aunt I had not seen in a long time...

Now, FYI, I used to suffer from the bed-wetting syndrome, way beyond the normal age-line where children learn to take a troubled bladder to the bathroom... Till the age of about 12, I never used to bother my legs with my nocturnal urinal trouble, and the bedsheets used to be blessed with my....uhhh...mineral water! Please don't blackmail me with that... My brother already does...

Now this aunty I meet, she ruffles my hair and says to me, in Malayalam, the cursory "How big you have grown? Last I remember, you still used to wet your bed in 7th standard..." EEEEP... How can you be nitwitted enough to say this to a 24-yr old male in public???? Well to get back at you aunty, you have not shrunk since I last saw you, and when you were a kid, I'm sure you never made your water at the Times Square... A lame retort, I know, but couldn't do any better...

I think the best way to live your life is to not have any ambitions... I can already here vague protesting noises like "Loser","Doesn't have a purpose in life",etc etc... I do have a purpose in my life... My purpose is to spend my life with Salma Hayek on my left arm and Cindy Crawford on my right... Also, I want to be capable of swapping them with Sharon Stone and Monica Bellucci periodically... Too ambitious??


Mood: Dreamy

Music: You are beautiful - James Blunt

Life and its Convivial Conundrums

Sunday = Funday??? Well, I cleaned the house today, aided by Wilson, so maybe not! But then again, I also found some of my old underwear, that I had put up a MISSING notice in the newspaper for, so I guess good too... But then they were in a lil...err...dilapidated condition...so I had to throw them out! Wrong news to start with, so more on that...uhh...later maybe!
I heard about this friend of mine today, who used to be a batchmate during Infy training in Mysore... He used to be crazy about this particular girl in our batch... Now we all have had our share of crushes/infatuations etc, so I have tried not to be judgemental about the certain extreme measures he has employed to win her over...
During training, well he used to stick to her all the time, even when in different classes... Teflon doesn't stick to the frying pan that well! I guess he tried the be-the-girl's-best-friend tack... This female didn't give a rat's ass about the guy and his feelings... She did what each one of us called use-and-throw...
After training, the bloke gets posted to Bangalore and the girl had to haul her bedding to Trivandrum... Our guy probably got the season pass to Trivandrum or something, he started weekly trips to the place, once even took a week's leave to spend "quality" time with the female... WTF... He even went down on his knees in front of her, in the Trivandrum DC foodcourt...
Fast forward to the present, the female's now engaged and is getting married in July... So what does our hero do?? I don't know, actually... But I sure hope he hasn't gone searching for rat poison, or planning to take a nap on the railway tracks... Devdas's philosophy hasn't exactly been profitable to our modern day lovers, except for raking in loss of dignity for them and moolah for Bimal Roy in 1955 and Sanjay Leela Bhansali in 2002...
Hopefully he's moving on... I have learnt to do the same the hard way, its why I can't ridicule his agonizingly stupid actions... End of Chapter. Life, here we come! We can find something better to discuss than screwed-up relationships, right... I say screwed-up, only because I'm unable to conjure a worse adjective!
Mom called in the morning today and told me about this family friend's daughter who finally made it through IIT... She had passed the 12th std in 2006... This was her third attempt which finally succeeded... While I do commend her absolute dedication to cracking the IIT-JEE, which is seen as one hard nut to crack, my doubts still flourish as to what she achieved by wasting 2 years of her life...

I had answered the JEE too, though my rank was closer to a telephone number, than anything IIT-worthy... But the biggies who do make it through IITs, MITs, IIMs, and all those sacred places, what do they gain? At the most, they will have their statues erected in all the parks and landmarks of the world, where they will have a lifetime-free subscription to digested avian meals!

What did you achieve to make up for all the lost sleep, all the time you did not spend with your friends, the attention you could not give to an aging grandparent just because you were busy mugging up empirical formulas and concepts of supply and demand? What will you have gained if your kids see you as nothing more than an uncle who comes home to sleep with their mother?

I'd prefer to have a life where the president of the company I work in, does not know I exist, but my neighbour thinks I'm a nice guy... I'd love a life which cannot get me a BMW, even if I slog every single waking second, but allows me to give piggy-back rides to my daughter... I'd want a life which would get me into trouble with irate clients for not meeting a deadline, but would allow me to ensure my kids are tucked in for the night... A life which does not earn me an invite to the elite circles of society, but allows me to trouble my mom and laugh with my dad... I'd rather take a walk on a long road, than zoom through it in a Ferrari without having the time to roll down the windows...

Life is just that... A rather heady collusion of dreamy "I want"s and practical "I get"s... No point cribbing, just dip the straw in and swirl in the contents... Its the best you can do when you dream about a gleaming new sportsbike, and life hands you a beat-up moped with a torn seat...

You must be feeling murderous by now, so lets change the topic (again..)! Had shopping in the evening and got some milk... Thought I'll make some milkshake and opened the pack to have some fresh-cow-dung-cake fragrance waft through my freshly washed kitchen... Name of Milk: Nature Fresh, tagline: Closest to Nature... Close to Nature, alright! They did not rule out wildlife either!

Good the nights for now, last day of holiday tomorrow!! And Raphael's said he's gonna teach me to cook tomm... Lets see, will I come up with a gourmet chicken dish tomorrow or will I just turn up short of burning the house down? Fingers Crossed, Elbows Twisted!


Current Mood : Majja Nu Life!

Mujik : Mortal Kombat Soundtrack

~~Into the Great Wide Divide~~

I know the "tilde"d title looks a bit girly... But Shilpi does that on all her posts, so i thought I'll give it a shot too!! Sue me!! The divide I am referring to is this 3-day weekend that I have... I'm missing my workplace, yeah... Culpable como cargado!

First day of a 3-day weekend and I'm made a trip to HDFC to make a friend's visa payments... Driving in traffic sucks :(
I just realised that I have never talked about myself here... I crib about everything in my life, and everything under the sun too, but i haven't done any self-trumpet blowing yet!! How ignorant of me!

Well, lets see.... I'm this 6'3", broad-shouldered, slim-hipped, chocolate-faced, cocoa-eyed young Adonis... I look like a dream and walk, talk, dance like one too... I have a face to die for and a physique to rival that... Your typical Greek God, in lesser words!

Now if you girls are done drooling, lets peel off the Park Avenue mannequin!! I'm as tall as the coffee table and possess a build that resembles a ball with stubby legs... I cannot dance to save my life... I have a 2-month beard on me right now, and I plan on taking it to the 5-month-milestone... My face, yes it will kill you on sight, aided by my northward-bound-hairline... Any1 still salivating? :)

Having read that most of you will surely come up with a remark about something pertaining to this blog being narcissistic... Of course, its narcissistic... Otherwise, what's the point!! heheh!!

Was thinking about some old times today... Realised that there has been someone up there watching over me all these years... Whenever I have been somewhere abysmally low, something has always been instrumental in restoring my sanity... Be it a dance performance, or jousts of creative writing, I have always found something to take refuge in...

To that guardian angel: Dear Sir, I need something now...

I have this 2-month old beard right now... 2 days ago Mamujaan comes to me and says "Eby what is this?? you are working in a professional organization now, you need to start being a little more formal, even in your personal matters???" WTF!! You want formal? Fine, I'll start wearing a neck-tie to the shower!! Mamujaan is a pseudonym for a big gun at work... Can't retort to him on his face, else you may see me looking for another job...

See, I grow a beard because I like growing a beard, I don't see how it affects my (scant?) productivity! Also, the beard is to be blamed for 25 years of "singledom", not me!

"Singledom" is a status I have accepted with open arms... (Sour grapes suck!!)... Jokes apart, for the record, I truly believe that the concept of romance is solely the result of exaggerated testosterone play and vacuum-headed Bollywood movie directors... I also believe that mush talk and true love are genuinely criminal methods of wasting time and misleading the impressionable youth...

Yep, the phenomenon called LOVE is definitely beyond my rudimentary, inchoate comprehension skills... I birdwatch, flirt, sweet-talk, all that, but relationships, even platonic ones, have never gone good for me... All they manage to do is nudge me verrrrry gradually into devastating soul-wrenching dilemnas... DAMN!

The biggest challenge is to actually figure out what the female is looking for... I say THE female, because it applies to every specimen conforming to the universal definition of female... Do they want a Prince Charming or do they want a charming jester???

I have seen perfectly good looking, agreeable, sensible, take-home-to-mummyji league of guys being rejected by a girl; reason: "Oh! He does not make me laugh..." Now if what you females want is someone suffering from a bad case of wiseass fever, why the *bleep* am I still single????

OK, maybe I'm not exactly the best example for ladies looking for a guy suffused with humour, but then face it girls, no self-respecting-guy is not gonna make you titter all the time and tolerate you giggling away to Kingdom Come... If that is what we wanted, Hyenas would have made good household pets!

I have seen guys being labeled "CREEP" when they attempt to act slightly smart in the vicinity of the fairer sex... But if no one pays attention to their oh-so-sexy-selves, then we are the unconcerned, insensitive clods... And its not just "creep", its "creeeeeeep"... Girl Power affirmed!!

And by the way, we guys expect something from you girls too... DO NOT ASSUME that it is we who are obliged to kiss your fetid butts all the time... You need to do some "impressing-us" too... Remember, if you can throw your tantrums, we can bring the house down too... We are not here to hear one of your crucifyingly boring sermons on why the guy-in-the-adjacent cubicle hits on you, or to be a mute listener to your excruciatingly disgusting gossip sessions...

To quote Sujanya, being in a relationship, any relationship, is like sailing in a boat... The ride’s going to be smooth so long as you know your course. As long as you understand the boat’s needs and the weather ahead, you’re fine. Once you start taking the boat/ the weather for granted its “MAN OVERBOARD!!!”
Sorry about so much of the gyan-cum-tirade... Can't think of any more unsolicited pearls of wisdom to hand out so more on this once I'm recharged, rejuvenated, revitalised... OK, that just turned into an ad for a pharmacy clinic...

Haven't eaten a single bite of anything remotely resembling food... (my nails don't qualify!)... Lemme go grab a bite before malnutrition hits my not-so-little tummy!


Current Mood: AAAAHHHH!!

Music: Sadness - Enigma (Its a dance number!)

Talk about screwed up beginnings...

A surefire bummer start to a long weekend... One of my 4 roommates is off to Oracle Delhi next weekend and another one will leave to Netherlands, end of this month...

That leaves Wilson and me in a 2BHK... Question arises as to what do we do now... Do we continue to stay here and bring 2 more ppl to join us...? Wud be a lil irritating, considering that both Wilson and I would not be comfortable sharing a house with complete strangers... And if they are assholes, then living together would be as easy as me wooing Katrina Kaif away from Salman....

Another option is we find a 1BHK and move out... But having stayed where we have for more than 2 years, its not easy to pull ourselves out and go plant our butts somewhere else... plus a 1BHK would be too small for all our stuff...

Bro called today and was cribbing about his roomies taking him for granted, expecting him to tow their fetid butts around... its happened to me too, right since the time I got a bike.... Learn to say no, Siby... Trust me, becomes very necessary after a while...

I really need to find something better to write about!


Current Mood: WTF
Moojik: Engeyum Eppodum - Illayaraja!

Prelude to a Long weekend

It’s a Friday! Fridays are special for multiple reasons…

First: Casual Dress Code in Office… Jeans/Cargos are so much more comfortable than formal trousers… Although the trousers that I wear Mondays-Thursdays are not exactly formal but conventional nylon formals don’t fall well on me… Call me picky! No formal shoes either! So much more relaxed…

Second: I know that I have two days ahead of me, when I’m not going to do anything that is remotely productive…

Third: The work environ is so much more cool on Fridays… My leads smile, my PM smiles, my SPM… well he’s a nice guy and a perpetual “smiler”! I do have a good team, I’m lucky!

Fourth: Casual Dress Code also results in a lot more greenery in office… Guys I don’t need to explain; Girls: Well u will understand, n most probably take offence! Yeah go on Karate me, I’m a pervert!!

Weekend Timetable goes something like this: I’ll wake up at something around 6… take a stroll to the bathroom while I decide if I should brush or not… commute between the tv and the laptop, with intermittent stops at the kitchen/fridge… And all this while being wrapped in nothing more than a towel… Ahem... I hope that “towel” bit made around a dozen females all over the country rush to catch the next flight to Hyderabad!

Yeah, weekends are pretty much my time to be my normal (unwashed?) self… I know I’m so full of life! Well, don’t blame me, this part is there in the Dictionary definition of Introvert, and I believe it should now go ahead and include my photo next to the word as well! My roommates must be going nuts, having me around… Wait a minute… No wonder they are never at home!

I received some link which led me to this site called pagalguy… Its supposed to be a highly useful site in the MBA-aspirant-circle… There was one question there, commonly asked at PIs…

“What kind of a person are you?”

This kinda heavily loaded philosophy talk causes the bells in my mind to go clanging like the ones in a temple on a stormy night in a Bollywood movie… Now, I’m as confident as Sunny Deol, in a free-style brawl between him and me, when I say that only a total of 4 people on this planet would be interested in knowing the person I am… And I have arrived at that figure, assuming my family members would be interested too!

Lets see…

Spiritual?? About as much as a psychopath…

Witty?? I wish…

Sarcastic?? Very…

Lost?? Hell, yeah…

Can’t think of anymore, so I’m gonna end this self-immolation here…

Babe/Scarface/Peabrain/Dogface: If u read this, can u pls gimme a call… I’ve made a number of attempts to reach u already… Thought I’d write your name first, then realised you’d absolutely hate me for it!

I got a check-up scheduled tomorrow… lets see how that goes… My eating habits are nothing like the doctor would say “Bravo” for… Regular skipping of meals, intermittent meds consumption…

Current Mood: Reflective

Current Music : Belly Dancer – Akon