Who is that Hot Stuff?

a spit of comments.
a groan of aches.
a moment to confuse.
a reason to fight.
a tear to trickle.
an antidote to laugh.
a lameness to feed on.

Its all in here!

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Random sial spells

Unfathomable

I was in mix emotions of excitement and dejection upon returning to the Penisula... Partially I was to be blame for letting things to happen this way again... But mostly, the fault doesnt seem to side me.
Bahh!

A night with the koreans, an afternoon with the mexicans (oh, i was barely tongue tied staring before a neatly compiled menu with names of cuisine i could hardly pronounce... hehehe... ) , and finally the morning of arrival after a journey of a frequent turbulence about miles and miles away from sea level. Swaying even to just walk to 5 seats away, i was bobbing up and down along with my guts and the MAS meal i had earlier just to answer the call of nature... And everytime im in the small but cosy cubical, i cant help but think what if the huge machine sudenly dive down due to breakdown in on of the engines and i ended up dead with the most unfashionable style. I mean common lar, panties halfway down the thigh and having the porcelain bowl slicing and penetrating through the glutues maximus,medius and minimus while one limb landed 50 yards away and another one in between a coconut tree!!! Haha, imgination gone wild due to autonomic nervous breakdown??

Any-fucking-way, guess i must have accquired mild throbbing on my forehead in result of that, apart from the fact that i was awake thanks to my for-once-so enthusiasm in reading each and every articles on the Star newspaper- SPDS : Star Paper Deprivation Syndrome.

Tension always mount upon each other like layers and layers of the Extravaganva Maharaja Hamburger serve somewhere in a 6 star hotel in Bangalore named-Leela Palace whenever I sense something uneasy. It could only mean paranoia actually but i choose to dwell within the realm of emotions and mind game...
Thats what i do best afterall.

Seeing daddy was yet another relief after the relief I felt when the huge bird machine touched the ground. Finally i reached home... Ultimatum relief ler...

Will i stumble upon bad incidents...? Or will i have to scruntinize people around me having to go through what seems like one of the most difficult task by far in the purpose to serve their life?

I wish i had the answer within my reach...

No comments:

Post a Comment