Other than writing a guest post at Adi's blog, this Valentine's day I went to watch a movie with an old friend of mine. Despite of reminding him a billion times about buying the ticket beforehand, there we were, stuck at the movie counter, trying to decide between two Indians movies and an English animated … Continue reading What Is A Movie Without Nachos?
Google don't (yes, don't not doesn't) deal so well with long search words. I spent the whole day going through it's result for "How To Revenge From Your Manager Who Is A D***, Hated By Half Of The Department And Is A Complete Tool Because He Insulted Me In Front Of The Whole Lobby Yesterday" but … Continue reading Oh No You Didn’t (Ryan Gosling Style)
I am going to be a total biatch and say what's exactly on my mind: I think old people should be blocked from Facebook. The "Old people" in question is my Nan. Once upon a time, I thought of her as cool. Once upon a time, I was very naive. If you see her, you … Continue reading Sometimes I Wish I Had A D***
Dear Mistress, I hope you're having just another one of your lazy days. Again. I'm writing this to you because I have been going over this and over this in my mind and I just can't contain these feelings no more. I think when I say this, I speak for all of us at work: … Continue reading A Letter To My Boss’s Mistress
Sometimes I wonder if I should even be on a dating site. The best part about being in one, though? Updating my profile so that perfect strangers could read about how much I hate flowers and how I worship Adam Lambert. I could have never imagined there were so many people seeking their "The One"s … Continue reading I Am Going To End Up Alone
Ignore the awkwardness of my right hand, and give it to me straight. Honestly, am I bearing too much skin? Do I look like a attention seeking whore? Do I look trashy? Apparently so. Since I work mostly evening shifts, I can only go to such shenanigans before three in the afternoon. AFK is nearer … Continue reading I Deserve To Be Murdered Because I Dress Nice
A salon was always a magical place to me when I was a kid. I loved hairdressers. I'm a fan of their art. How they can turn my rough, dull hair into glossy, shiny hair with their magical instruments. I owe them a lot. Everyone knows they suck at maths though. For one, they, for … Continue reading There Is No Coming Back From This
Reading Just Joolzac's post the other day made me think of how day by day we are becoming more stuupid. Anything that generates even a slight buzz in the social media, catches our attention, irrespective of how stuupid the trend is. Stuupid trends gotta go. You can still follow them if you want. Just don't blame … Continue reading The Fault In Our Trends
If I could leave my unborn children and grandchildren with a piece of advice, it would be to tell them not to waste money studying at a university. I'm not even kidding. Universities are just money hogging institutions and because I have lived through it, I couldn't let my offspring bare the same pain as … Continue reading My Teacher, The Terrorist
I was waiting for the Blog Tember Challenge to finish, so I could write about how irksome but strangely addictive Adam Levine and his band is. Of course, being a fan of Maroon 5 since their album with the weird, long name came out, It Won't Be Soon Before Long, I do owe some loyalty to … Continue reading Adam Levine does controversial-FINALLY!
Yes, I know that a lot of y'all out there don't use it anymore because Facebook is so 2010. Instead y'all have switched to twitter. I think y'all have made a wise decision. 140 words equals less bullshit so brava to Jack Dorsey and his team. I'll stop with the y'alls now. There are people … Continue reading She uses FUCK a lot
Life in Bangkok was cool. It was like living a life of constant adventures and even though my life sometimes resembled a comedy sitcom, I still loved it. There was a time I was stuck with a shitty landlord (yes, there too), a house without basic life necessities ( and I mean really basic necessities). … Continue reading What’s that on my doormat?