Guess who..

...I am?

I am a natural brunette but I prefer to be blond.

I wear drag queenish make up.

I am also rumoured to be a whore because I like fucking older men.

I have an ( really X 25 ) annoying accent when I speak in Sinhalese.

So who am I?

a short story about a confused wiggly woo

I was about 15 when they asked me what I wanted to do with my future.
I thought for a little while and replied ‘ I want to be a director’

My uncle was astounded, ( he being a bank manager and all) patted my back and said ‘ very good answer child. Very ambitious, I see. A company director is a very big goal you need to achieve’

I could see my mother’s face from the corner of my eye. Boy did she look confused.

"No.." I said suddenly. "I want to be a movie director."

There was an awkward silence.

And then the chaos started.

THE END

Munchies in my drawer!

I have some stale munchies in my drawer
It’s been in there for quite a while
Its smells funny when Its open
And there’s crumbs around the floor too

Its wrapped in a bag to keep away creepy crawlies
And I m not talking about my friendly colleagues
I’ve seen them take a peek at my white bag
My white bag full of stale munchies !

After lunch I shall take this out
And offer a snack with no doubt
Yummy stale munchies ..
Oh ! come on. .they don’t know that! ;)

The padashow – where is that unbearable stench coming from? Oh wait it’s that troll who farts a lot. He is stalking you again.

Podipada is an attention seeking psychopath who wants almost every blogger to kill themselves to deprive the blogosphere from lame self absorbent posts.
Well here is some advice for you.
Why don’t you slit your pretty wrists and do us a favor? because we are sick of your whining too! you sound like a middle aged whore on menopause.
Or if your too busy jerking yourself maybe we could slit your wrists for you?

You could bleed to death while satisfying yourself.

What say you? =)

Hobbit remains found in Indonesia

About this sexy tag cloud ..

Ok ..I have to admit that I’m not tech savvy.
I need help with this sexy tag cloud thingy.

Please forward your comments on how to fix this thing.
Please!

Not your cup of tea? Too fucking bad!

Sometimes when the older generation advices the young, it makes me wonder why the fuck values were created in a way that it always benefits the male generation in the end.

My aunt was over at my place recently ranting about how imbecile, women are when they can’t treat their husband’s right and how unethical it is for a woman to ignore her duties as a wife even though she may be a working woman with a demanding job.
She kept blaming a woman’s failure as a wife for so many failed marriages.


What The Fuck??

Why should it always be the poor wife? I mean what more do you want? Women practically worship their man by taking over his mother’s job anyway.

There was one stupid incident she mentioned about some doctor who couldn’t maker her husband a cup of tea and then he divorced her.

Doesn’t it make you vomit last night’s dinner when you think about coming home tired from work to finish off household chores?
And then your husband expects a hot cup of god damned tea on the top of that?
Well you know what? Make your own god damned tea.

If you expect women to come home and make you tea just because you’re some mama’s boy.. You’ve got it all wrong!
Haven’t we all been raised as mama’s princess/daddy's girl all our lives too? Didn’t our mothers make us tea and food and what not till we got married? So why should we be treated any less? I mean we want someone to look after us too right? So in the end we end up looking after the one, who is supposed to look after us.

If at all I think they should be the ones making us tea when we get home.
That is if they complain. Some men don’t really complain. They make their own tea.
That doesn’t mean their gay you stupid bastards!
Hey at least the gays are capable of doing their own shit. Instead of waiting til some woman picks up after him.

So now you stupid fuck ups know what to do right? Treat your woman right. She aint gonna make you tea sweetheart. Make your own god damn it!

Assholes and other things.

Life is so mundane.

I walk from my office to my transport wishing that i don't have to come back to work again.

I walk slowly usually ignoring everyone around me. I don't want to meet anyone I know. Maybe cos i don't give a flying shit or want to make any small talk.

I stopped at the yellow crossing and heard some comments about my second hand bag. comments made by some boy.
I walked ahead of him.
Then he got run over by a van and his body was broken is three places.

do you like my bag now asshole?

but of course.. that happened only in my head.
I'm not sadistic. I'm not.