bleccchhhh!!!!!!

.........and it continues

this here is for those who like to consume a bit of alcohol now and then, just a bit, a tiny lil bit.

Side effects of alcohol ... and remedies!!!

1. Symptom: Cold and humid feet. Cause: Glass is being held at incorrect angle (You are pouring the drink on your feet). Cure: Maneuver glass until open end is facing upward

2. Symptom: The wall facing you is full of lights. Cause: You're lying on the floor. Cure: Position your body at a 90-degree angle to the floor.

3. Symptom: The floor looks blurry. Cause: You're looking through an empty glass. Cure: Quickly refill with your favorite beverage.

4. Symptom: The floor is moving. Cause: You're being dragged away. Cure: At least ask where they're taking you.

5. Symptom: You hear echoes every time someone speaks. Cause: You have your glass on your ear. Cure: Stop making a fool of yourself!

6. Symptom: The room is shaking a lot, everyone is dressed in white and the music is very repetitive. Cause: You're in an ambulance. Cure: Don't move. Let the professionals do their job.

7. Symptom: Your dad and all your brothers are looking funny. Cause: You're in the wrong house. Cure: Ask if they can point you to your house.

im lookin forward to travellin. i kno its a few months away but lookin for a bit of a break. and there will be peace at the work place.

travellin by bus every mornin to work is disgustingly interesting. and why do i have to get the diseased guy sittin behind me. the guy who sneezes and coughs. dude do it outside pleaaaaaaaaasssssssseeeeeeeeeee. the windows all shut cuz its cold. why me why me????? ive seen a lot of people at work get sick. maybe its the weather, maybe its bcoz they like to eat healthy and not smoke or drnk. now what does that tell u?

hey chetz u drunk enuff yet???lol

these days have been long. and who knows with the right amount of stupidity they could just get worse. look ma im smiling

run baby run...

oh-hum...

walking i spotted a red car. an old toyota. took me a ways back. u see, there was this girl, there was her father and there was her fathers car. and then there was me. "uh-oh, im in a lotta shit!!"(what else is new?). there was also the 20 questions bit.

soon after, we exited the building and thats when i decide to make a break for it. so i ran. and he chased, in his red car. i ran as fast as my little legs could run(hey i wasnt so tall at the time)(ok i wasnt short either). anyways i spotted buildings in the distance. i ran and he continued chasing(gettin filmi here).

made it into the buildings. and stayed there for a couple of hours. it got dark. unfortunately, all headlights meant id have to start running again. his were rectangular, so it was okay. there was panic only if those headlights were seen headin straight to me. home at last. mom-"you're home early!". me-"umm"

it was odd though, he stayed two building away from where i lived. i was either lucky or he was just plain blind.

a few months later, a sunny afternoon, im walking and suddenly - red car!! it slows down, he nodding his head. for that moment my name was mr. nonchalant. the car slowed even more. why couldnt the earth just open up and swallow me? i remained as cool as i possibly could, looked at him and shrugged. the car nealy stopped. if that door had opened, id have bolted.

got home in one piece. lived to see 72.5 seasons after that.

hmmmpphh, idyllic growin up years, hey my hormones were raging, was only 16 at the time!!

peek-a-booo

i had to...... lol

bhookh lagle re

so she says,"today i got to know its you-the devil blogging....."
lol
shes a good friend. an old friend. didnt get to say goodbye to her when i left the country some months ago. she was travelling at the same time. she called. we spoke for a while. it was nice to her speak. tho there seemed to be a bit of irritation in her voice. should learn to keep in touch with people better. and so the blog was born.

being goan tells me i can do this.
It sounds just perfect.....GOAN MEN
You know u r Goan when...

You and your girlfriend are "friendly".
You've never had a grandmother, you've always had a Nana.
The same goes for Dada.

You jive to hip-hop.And if the DJ doesn't play the "masala" he's a bleddie baashturd and u feel like jhaaping or clipping him.
The first thing you ask another catholic is "which parish?"
Mazgaon is mazgon, Mahim is mayhim, borivali is brivli,bandra is banruh.
And you are a Mayhim boy or a Banruh girl.

Every sentence you say ends with "men".
And most sentences you say begin with "cheh men"
Women are "chicks" and men are "buggers"
It's okay if you skipped your best friend's birthday, but Sunday9 o'clock mass, have to go men, to meet da chicks and da buggers.

You utter 9 F's per 3 words.
You know at least one person in Vasai, Borivali, I.C. colony and Orlem, each.
The old people in the family call you "puta".
Portugal is your favourite European country.
You know 13 Savio's and 7 Seans.

You've been living in Bombay all your life, but you're actually from Goa or Mangalore.
You never say Mumbai.
You'll skip the world cup final but not the Christmas dance.
You love going to the local "fete" to watch the parishking and queen contest.

Irritating person filtered= swine.
When you disagree you say "balls".
You can't play cricket to save your life, but you rock at football.
You don't like Remo too much, but if a non-catholicdoesn't like him, you'll kick his arse for it.
Your Hindi is a little better than Michael Jackson's.
You claim you can't speak Konkani, but in reality, youcan use it to win the Nobel Prize for literature.

Christmas is not happy, it's merry.
Suits are black, dark blue and grey. Only.
On a Saturday night, you want to go out for a"cupple-a-beers" men.

Sunday is chicken curry day.
Your freezer is filled with last years Sorpotel, which if u heat and eat with pao no, its damn tashty men.
You prefer chicken patties to chicken lollypops.
When you order pav bhaji, you eat more pav than bhaji.

If you're goan you hate mangies and vice-versa.
Both goans and mangies hate east-indians a little.
East indians are people who've always been living in westIndia, and have nothing to do with the west indies.
Not from the east, not terribly Indian either.

Your bar has an okay amount of booze. 365 days of theyear.
And you "have some wine also men" for the women who don'tdrink.
You didn't watch Sholay but you've seen "The Passion ofthe Christ". In a theatre.
You think Mel Gibson is such a nice man.

Actually, this story is so appropriate to the Bandra bugger,men!

the light at the end of the tunnel was somebody just lighting up a cigarette. oh well life goes on. and there always jelly donuts. comfort

but seriously, theres always jelly donuts.

the smoking room is a strange world. people connect. there are some pretty faces too. the connections can get your heart racing(it could most probably be the lack of oxygen). the tears in the eyes (smoke again)....its funny when we step out of the smoking room, the relationship ceases to exist. but it IS there.

he said, she said....

so im sittin there mindin my own business, as usual, when BAAAMMMM!!! it hit me. when i came to, i understood one thing, you never show your back when there are guys playing football or cricket near you.

and this happened just....
female 1: im gettin my eyebrows done
female 2: (peering into the reflective glass) think i need to get mine done
and she looks at me from the reflective glass and asks
me: looks fine
{look of death}
{what'd i say?}
there is never an easy way out, no matter what. and so ive learnt.

made breakfast yesterday. and they lived. yes, no bodies {phew}. wasnt much just omelettes. reminds of the dex lab episode when all he can say is "omelet du fromage". lol lmao

like a ghost town out there. its only a little rain folks. hey krash this ones for u - I watch the smoke drift, from my cigarette.I hear the roaches cross the floor.Slam dance around me, in my chair I sit. dude if u dont get this, ur doin a zack de la rocha. lol.

and remember a day without sunshine is like, well, night.

dduw bendithia (this is for you babelers out there)(ps. i dont use babel, but then u kno that already)