First and foremost .. I am fighting with cee. So I publicly announce that he is an A grade idiot, no an A++ grade idiot. See [and not cee] today told me, he wont apologize [when he truly is at fault(like always){oooh bracket inside bracket inside bracket}] and that I'd fight/sulk/and moan for a couple of days and then return to being myself [charming self that is]. We'll see.
I am being forced, truly forced to attend a boring business man of the year party [yes, apparently its called a party] and I don't wanna go. But I am being forced. "They do have an open bar" says the Business India boi and if that isnt enough Tina Ambani might be there. Truly, thats the combination which does it for, me in a tight suit [borrowed] and Tina Ambani. Rocking I say. Rocking but then there is free alcohol.
I do look pretty good in borrowed clothes. My mother thinks I have been out shopping a lot lately. No ma, I only raid Cee's wardrobe. See, tommy shirt - 4k only. See, esprit shirt 3k only. And now look, I even have a suit. teedaa.
I do look pretty nice in a borrowed suit too. Tho, its a tad tight since I have *cough* put on some weight again *sigh*
Today officially gets termed as the weirdest day of 2007. When I went to meet the business india boi at the cafe coffee day close to home, there was this guju meets punjabi meets marwardi - a simply atrocious family of maybe 10-12 people ... of all ages ... celebrating a birthday [decoration et all] at the coffee shop. At one point these three girls [aged 15-18] dressed like tarts start dancing. In the middle of a goddamn COFFEE SHOP these women start dancing, their mothers clapping and fathers recording the same on their camera phones. A COFFEE SHOP !!? HELLOOOO !! and then like a typical family gathering one of the girl asks the mother for a dance and they begin dancing. IN A COFFEE SHOP. IN CAFE FUCKING COFFEE DAY ... what the fuck is this world coming too !?!
I ofcourse entirely amused by this idiocy on display make sly attempts at recording the entire escapade on my phone .. but its a tad too obvious and the girls suddenly stop dancing and the mothers shoot me dirty looks and suddenly I am the perv. Like hello - u idiots, all I wanna do is ridicule you on my blog for dancing in the middle of cafe fucking coffee day.
Like seriously people a CAFE COFFEE DAY !?! get a room. NOW !!!
Then comes hot-modelesque boi wearing a vest and a muffler .. yes a muffler in bbay in march ... speaks with a fake American accent and proceeds to smoke a moore !?! cigarette ... you know those annoyingly slim ciggies women smoke. Right - that explains the muffler boi.
and the icing on the cake ... when I come home ... theres someone sitting with dad, an associate and the living room reeks of alcohol, whiskey rather. So sniffing around the living room I cant seem to figure out why !?
me:- dad, did you break a bottle or something !? [considering my father is a teetotaler]
dad:- no why !?
me:- cuz I can smell whiskey, its an overbearing smell
dad [giving me the look] :- I can't
me to business India boi :- funny, I can ... can't you !? isn't it strong !?
business India boi gives me the look as I proceed along the living room to hunt the source of the smell and I have my einstien moment ...
me to dad:- k, I'll just go upstairs to my room .. turn to uncleji and shoot him the biggest smile :)
What can I say uncleji, I was just too amused with the dance sequence. Next time when I smell drunk, I promise I'll know its you.
doesn't quiet count as an update, does it !?
Fine, here it is ... the stalker boi sent me a message ... it read as
"Whats up. Am having a threesome at my place tomorrow and dayafter nght. Join us. Am home alone for 2 nights. Drink smoke up and have a blast."
and then seconds later came a follow up ..
"lemme know if you wanna come. will ask others accordingly"
I of course am flattered and have no words to express my joy, I am the first on his shouldbe stalked list. Do you know how nice that feels !?! With that ray of satisfaction in my heart, I tell myself, never mind the extra weight !!! After all I am still stalkable !!!
I am being forced, truly forced to attend a
I do look pretty good in borrowed clothes. My mother thinks I have been out shopping a lot lately. No ma, I only raid Cee's wardrobe. See, tommy shirt - 4k only. See, esprit shirt 3k only. And now look, I even have a suit. teedaa.
I do look pretty nice in a borrowed suit too. Tho, its a tad tight since I have *cough* put on some weight again *sigh*
Today officially gets termed as the weirdest day of 2007. When I went to meet the business india boi at the cafe coffee day close to home, there was this guju meets punjabi meets marwardi - a simply atrocious family of maybe 10-12 people ... of all ages ... celebrating a birthday [decoration et all] at the coffee shop. At one point these three girls [aged 15-18] dressed like tarts start dancing. In the middle of a goddamn COFFEE SHOP these women start dancing, their mothers clapping and fathers recording the same on their camera phones. A COFFEE SHOP !!? HELLOOOO !! and then like a typical family gathering one of the girl asks the mother for a dance and they begin dancing. IN A COFFEE SHOP. IN CAFE FUCKING COFFEE DAY ... what the fuck is this world coming too !?!
I ofcourse entirely amused by this idiocy on display make sly attempts at recording the entire escapade on my phone .. but its a tad too obvious and the girls suddenly stop dancing and the mothers shoot me dirty looks and suddenly I am the perv. Like hello - u idiots, all I wanna do is ridicule you on my blog for dancing in the middle of cafe fucking coffee day.
Like seriously people a CAFE COFFEE DAY !?! get a room. NOW !!!
Then comes hot-modelesque boi wearing a vest and a muffler .. yes a muffler in bbay in march ... speaks with a fake American accent and proceeds to smoke a moore !?! cigarette ... you know those annoyingly slim ciggies women smoke. Right - that explains the muffler boi.
and the icing on the cake ... when I come home ... theres someone sitting with dad, an associate and the living room reeks of alcohol, whiskey rather. So sniffing around the living room I cant seem to figure out why !?
me:- dad, did you break a bottle or something !? [considering my father is a teetotaler]
dad:- no why !?
me:- cuz I can smell whiskey, its an overbearing smell
dad [giving me the look] :- I can't
me to business India boi :- funny, I can ... can't you !? isn't it strong !?
business India boi gives me the look as I proceed along the living room to hunt the source of the smell and I have my einstien moment ...
me to dad:- k, I'll just go upstairs to my room .. turn to uncleji and shoot him the biggest smile :)
What can I say uncleji, I was just too amused with the dance sequence. Next time when I smell drunk, I promise I'll know its you.
doesn't quiet count as an update, does it !?
Fine, here it is ... the stalker boi sent me a message ... it read as
"Whats up. Am having a threesome at my place tomorrow and dayafter nght. Join us. Am home alone for 2 nights. Drink smoke up and have a blast."
and then seconds later came a follow up ..
"lemme know if you wanna come. will ask others accordingly"
I of course am flattered and have no words to express my joy, I am the first on his shouldbe stalked list. Do you know how nice that feels !?! With that ray of satisfaction in my heart, I tell myself, never mind the extra weight !!! After all I am still stalkable !!!
