The noxious silhouette of the hanging Flower Pot

A nut in the head, a water jar on the bed; What's the difference? Before I start off with a wacky definition for life, you need to know that work is fun. Especially when you have unlimited internet download, at speeds that would make even a fat lightning on a hurricane night smirk with shame.

Loss of consciousness till the point where you feel sleepy and active at the same time is nothing but getting high. Commuters step out on a rainy day for their own reasons like loss of pay, loss of good company, loss of a nice cup of a tea and a fag at break hours in the evening. Loss. What is its role? Void? Empty space? Scarlet sunset in Somalia? Maybe Mozambique. Hang on, my humming bird is buzzing.

I love the smell of fiber chairs and airconditioned computer cubicles in the morning. Because not only do I have to love my job but also I have to stay put at the cubicle for the following 9 hours with 4 unconditional breaks for the day.

Office would be unbearable without a bit of humor. With Lips taking that burden, work(if there is any) becomes liter. Nice na.

Blogging is a great option, as I just discovered, when you are at office and when there is too much work. Ditch it all and blog it off!

Anyway, stupid office LAN beckons. Need to download 3 movies and 4 TV shows before I leave the office this evening and dump them in my stupid pendrive with a rubber cover. BTW, yesterday was a great day. Went to Sphoorthi. I almost forgot, I'm one blog due to write about Sphoothi. I'll finish it off ASAP. Before stupid Lips sings that sad, depressing Hindi song again which I believe is the reason why I'm sick.


And, did I flatter myself today? No right? Ok I'm not really in a mood for it but I'd definitely post a pic which "I" took at Kodai. Which reminds me of yet another blog I'm due to write.

Embryono Cheerio.

So what happened after that?

Good that you brought it up. After that, I realised that uncle cock was just too jobless and he was just kiddin' around with the blog. But everyone knows how serious an issue it is when someone snatches your personal space as their purge space. If you don't then you should go to the Nicobar Islands. I heard its the worst there. Thereafter, I never heard from Cock again. Nor from hotcockburns who added me on Gtalk.


So, I think I'm back now. I think I want to blog more often, like always only. But its the stupid sself-induced opium and the computer table looks to me like the perfect way to spend a holiday. If you still didn't get it, then I want to add that I am feeling very sleepy. So Geronimoh!

The Nicks
The chics
Australia
Benji
Mari
Weedy
Tambakku.

The Penultimate Point

Awwwwwwe! You wanted to read something on my blog and you found nothing new? Don't worry sweetheart, I've got something just for you.

Here it is.