end of the long weekend

And it ended well. At least, i think it did. Considering the fact that we are broke at the moment and we don't really have a million friends around, catching up with A, J and knowing their friends was good. That's how i define 'fun' now a days. Sigh. Sigh and more sighhhhh.

I've been thinking of writing a compilation of short stories. :D. OK don't laugh, blog.

I need to get some facts straight in life. And that includes the question -What the **** i really wanna do with the rest of my life? I feel kinda stuck...stuck in a very sticky situation. And I don't know who to blame. I certainly will NOT blame myself - i don't like blaming myself. i always, like someone else being blamed. And it generally is R. Sympathise with him, go on.

Its 7.24 and am still hanging around for a fucking ad. I don't like waiting. hey, wait. lemme make a lit of 'i hates'.

1. I hate going home late.
2. I hate it when Meeshu doesn't immediately react on seeing me.
3. I hate it when there is just one side dish for dinner.
4. I hate my milk hot in the morning breakfast. I like it served chilled - like beer.
5. I hate travelling by autos.
6. I hate hanging around like this.
7. I hate it when I have to do a shift F7 for sheer lack of vocabulary.
8. I hate my hair.
9. I hate the way my tummy shows like a horrible swelling.
10. I hate back aches.
11. I hate being talked to rudely by clients.
12. I hate being another brick in the wall. I have to be noticed. I have to be popular. I have to be the center of attraction.
13. I hate getting nervous before a presentation, no matter how confident i am.
14. I hate it when I get complaint calls from relatives and friends saying ' u dont call us anymore. u've changed. blah blah blah...
15. I hate hanging around like this, man. Please.

And it is still buzzing in my head like a bad case of hangover... 'my lady, cut body, come to me tonite in the moonlight...! whatever.