"Excuse me. How do i get to Looneyville?"

Every morning, on the way to work, i see this lady who talks to the sky (Yes, you read it correctly. TALKS. TO. THE. SKY) And when i say talk, i mean full on pastor-like enthusiasm with massive hand gestures and facial expressions. She never seemed to bother anyone though. There was this one time where she was holding up a newspaper and reading it to the sky. O.O 

She looks real decent though. Well groomed and all that. But there she is, every single morning. THAT SAME SPOT. TALKING TO THE SKY. 

cra·zy

[krey-zee] 

adjective

1.mentally deranged; demented; insane.

2.senseless; impractical; totally unsound: a crazy scheme.

Source: Dictionary.com

I'm not trying to be a bitch and call some innocent lady who has some electrifying feelings for the sky crazy but.. hey, the mind wonders okay?

Questions in my head. What is her story? Where does she live? Where is her family? Why does she talk to the damn sky?!

Most importantly, how do you even know you're losing it? 

*scares me shitless. 

I guess i'll have to keep wondering. 

Until I find my way to Looneyville myself. I sure hope not.

You think it's fake? Think again!

Damnit.

2+ months! WTF

I realize i keep making promises that i obviously cannot keep up to. And...

I'M SORRY. *puppy dog eyes*

I've been caught up with workworkwork. It's been really good though. But i REALLY do miss blogging. No, really. I do.

If you remember, in one of my previous posts, i had been rambling on about finding a job that has that little something-something more to offer. Yeah, so i THINK i found it. 3 months into the job. A little early to say? You think? Mmm.. Maybe. Maybe not. (I still don't wanna jinx anything though) *touches wood*

Other than work, everything else is pretty much the same. Except maybe i've gained a bit more weight. Maybe a whole lot more. I dunno. I can't tell. (Yeah, right.) *shifty eyes*

Oh, i do get manicures and pedicures pretty often these days. And i get to wear make up and sky high heels to work. And the occasional knee-high stockings that somehow manages to get a whole lot of disapproving stares. You see, i'm the youngest in the office- a little more fashion forward, a little more outgoing and outspoken. So yeah, all the women (well, all three to be exact) are married with kids and the only thing they talk about are their kids, what they plan to cook for dinner later that night or what helps them get through menopause.

Ick.

And i smoke. Like a motherfucking chimney. (No, not proud of it. Thanks.)

"Oh, my God. I didn't know you smoke! Why do you smoke?!"

Okaaay. So here's the deal. You NEVER EVER EVER ask people WHY they smoke. I mean, come on, that's like asking people why they masturbate!

But yeah, i'm coping. Adjusting to the new environment. They've stopped asking me weird questions about myself. (Like why "force" myself to wear really high heels everyday or if i have gotten breast implants) Just to set the record straight, i love wearing heels! And no, my boobs are not fake. Thanks.

There's a little about what's going on right now with me. I hope all of you are well. (IFFF i have any readers, really.) I'll leave you with a picture of myself and Jasmine. You know, just in case you forgot how i look. Hey, 2+ months is a reaaallllyy long time, okay?

 

Yeap, that's me. Happiest when i'm high.

Have a great week, motherfuckers!

Much love,

Bunny Wabbit.

I'm no where near THE LIST! (Not that i'm complaining.)

I was back in my hometown yesterday. Shot down after work for an old friend's engagement. (Everyone's getting married!) It felt good to be home, in presence of the folks. I realised how much i miss the both of them. They're getting old. Sigh. Age hits everyone, doesn't it?

Anyhoo, we got to the engagement around 7ish pm. Priya looked so pretty. She'd be a very beautiful bride. Lucky guy! And yeah, everyone kept telling me "You're next!" And i'm like "Heh. Not really, no." If you guys have been following you'd know Marshmellow and i are no longer together. We decided to call things off after 4 looonnggg years. Weird? Yes. Because they'd all know by now that i'm no longer on THE LIST! It's been a year since we ended things. An yet, they ask me things like "When are you planning yours?". Living in a town like Port Dickson, everyone knows every other living being's business. My neighbour even makes a fuss about our dog peeing in OUR own garden!

And so, i had to duck away and run from every Aunty and Uncle who knew me so that i could skip the whole ackward "When's your turn? Bla Bla" conversation. That was a little hard to do since i was wearing a blood red Punjabi suit with bright silver sequins. I think i overdressed. In no way trying to overshadow the bride. I swear. Priya's one of my best friends, for love's sake!

While i was on hideout, my dad was by my side the whole time (My dad's the best!), i saw a very pretty girl walking around in a beautiful green saree. She looked so familiar. So very familiar. But i couldn't make out who she was. While we were at the dinner table, with a whole bunch of people, she came by our table to say goodbye. Next thing you know, my mum's like "Sonia's here!", and pointed at me, i looked up, Payasam (Indian sweet porridge) still half way to my mouth. She walked over to me and that was when i realised who she was. 

A very OLD school friend which i had not kept in touch for in AGES! Shalini! She looked so glowly! She came by and landed a peck on my cheek. "OMG. So long since i saw you!"

We had a small catch up session. She's married now. Wow. I'll say it again! EVERYONE'S either married or GETTING married. The whole journey from the hall to home was an ackward one with my mum going on about who's on the list already and who's getting there. I was silent all the way, realising how hard it is to be Indian. No, seriously! When you're a kid, it's about studies and grades, then it's about "working in a good company, with a good job" and then there's the whole deal about finding an ideal partner. My mum even volunteered to look for a candidate! INSANITY to a whole new level!

I wonder how the community is gonna react if i bring home a tattoed, pierced guy who works as a nurse.

I'm different. Always have been.

DEAL WITH IT.