Saturday, December 31, 2005

About the Trip

Aaah, what to say?? Well I don’t have the guts to say it all. I’ll just put it in note form.

Day 1: Shopping Mall then to the Doc

Day 2 – 4: Stuck at Hotel ‘cause of the cyclone

Day 5 – 7: Stayed with Dad for his leg treatment

Day 8 – 10: Spent in Bangalore. (Finally had some things to eat – Dad treated me with KFC all the 3 days, hehe)

Day 11 – 13: Returned to Chennai on the 11th day and got stuck in the Hotel. Got ill.

Day 13 – My State critical. Dad left me alone to go do the shopping, his shopping.

Day 14 – Went to see Doctor early morning to get some meds which would strengthen me so I can take the plane the next day. Hell. Meds and me?? Well, mustered enough courage in the afternoon so I could buy myself some things. I weren’t going to return empty-handed!!

Day 15 – NO MEDS work on me. But I still managed to get in the plane and back home. In one piece.

And now guess what?? Hahaha, I lost 5 kgs, yes 5kgs. And now I weigh only and exactly 50 kgs.

Well for the last trip I had lost nearly 12 kgs and never regained them. :( Hope I will put on some weight this time...

Friday, December 30, 2005

Back from India

Friday, 30th Dec 2005

Reached the Chennai Airport at 2h30 am and waited for more than 3 hours to get in the plane. I still don't understand why you should be at the airport at least 3 hours before your flight!??!

And the worst is when you have no more local money on you??! Or maybe when the police guys don't understand a word of what you are saying in English and talking to you in their poetic language to which you can just smile broadly and follow the hand gestures, which fortunately you understand. Pffft. And these Police craps don't hesitate at all!?! Thay made me remove my jacket and my shirt in such a crowded place...hey, well, the gals were impressed...that what counts, hehe, though I have well lost at least 5 kgs. But a little more they'd made me remove my pants too - there were metals fittings on them - thank god someone invented those handheld metal detector and, huh well, hands.

Why hands?? Well instead of making you remove your pants those police guys would "caress" every corner of your body. Yeah EVERY part! Well that's better than having to remove the pants in a crowded place like that, isn't it?

Well, the kinda thing happened in the last minutes of our waiting! Dad didn't sleep for 2 days just to check on me for the night. Damn ill I was. And so while resting his head on the sofa there, he fell asleep and we were on the 2nd row. Pfff....and there it went. He had to snore. Well not snore as snore but as S N O R E. What do you, as a son, do when everyone looks for "who's THAT?" Huh?! Naah sincerely I dunno this guy!! Stop staring at me..I dunno him, ok?

Oh my?!! Not that we didn't seek advice from an ENT...they all say its normal, purely normal. But I didn't sleep for 2 weeks too. Just for the 2 - 3 days he stayed up for me. Aaaw, he's so sweet my Daddy.

And now as usual I got my seat by the "wings" just like on the 3 other flights. AAARG. Ruins all the fun. You don't see a thing of what's going on down there. And worst was that this time I was just where the Wings join the body of the aircraft, that is just 2 seats behind the emergency exit via the wing. And that part is painted in white and you are to keep your window shut if you don't wanna get the reflected light right in your eyes. And now if you just treated your eyes, that's another problem. Woah, even the return way was fun, see? But everything seems so peaceful when you are up there flying...

Home feels dull!! I was very keen to get back but dunno why everything is so dreary! Aaaah. Doesn't feel like anything...there is no happiness at all. How long is it gonna continue like this??

Hell, but do I have a right to enjoy life or not???

L'Être Parfait?

Il était une fois un homme et une femme parfaite qui se rencontrèrent.

Après s'être fait la cour, ils se marièrent, leur union était bien sûr

La nuit du réveillon de Noël, ce couple parfait conduisait leur voiture
parfaite le long d'une route déserte, lorsqu'ils remarqu
èrent quelqu'un en
étresse sur le bord de la route.

Etant parfaits, ils s'arrêtèrent pour apporter leur aide.

Cette personne était le père Noël, avec sa hotte remplie de cadeaux.

Ne voulant pas que des milliers d'enfants soient déçus la veille de Noël, le
couple parfait pris le Père Noël et ses jouets à bord de la voiture parfaite
et l'accompagn
èrent dans sa distribution de cadeaux.

Malheureusement, en raison du mauvais temps, le couple parfait et le Père
Noël eurent un accident.

Seul l'un d'entre eux survécu, lequel ?

Voir la solution ci-dessous

Continuez de descendre.

La femme parfaite a survécu.

En fait, c'est la seule personne de cette histoire qui existe vraiment.

Tout le monde sait bien que le Père Noël et l'homme parfait n'existent pas.

Les femmes s'arrêtent de lire à partir d'ici, pour elles uniquement, c'est
la fin de la blague.

Les hommes peuvent continuer à lire.

Continuez de descendre (seulement les hommes, j'ai dit !)

Donc, si le Père Noël n'existe pas, pas plus d'ailleurs que l'homme
parfait, la femme devait forcément conduire, cela explique l'accident.

D'autre part, si vous êtes une femme et que vous êtes en train de lire ceci,
nous sommes encore en train d'illustrer une autre vérité :

Les femmes n'écoutent jamais ce qu'on leur dit !

Sunday, December 11, 2005

I want a Divorce or What really happened?

The wife comes home early & finds her husband in their master bedroom making
love to a beautiful, sexy young lady!

"You unfaithful, disrespectful pig! What are you doing? How dare you do
this to me the faithful wife, the mother of your children! I'm leaving this
house, I want a divorce!"

The husband replies "Wait, Wait a minute! Before you leave, at least listen
to what happened"

"Hummmmm, I don't know, well it'll be the last thing I will hear from you.
But make it fast, you unfaithful pig you"

The husband begins to tell his story . . . "While driving home this young
lady asks for a ride. I saw her so defenseless that I went ahead and
allowed her in my car. I noticed that she was very thin, not well dressed
and very dirty. She mentioned that she had not eaten for 3 days. With great
compassion and hurt, I brought her home and warmed up the enchiladas that I
made for you last night that you wouldn't eat because you're afraid you'll
gain weight; the poor thing, practically
devours them. Since she was very dirty I asked her to take a shower.

While she was showering, I noticed her clothes were dirty and full of holes
so I threw her clothes away. Since she needed clothes, I gave her the pair
of jeans that you have h for a few years, that you can no longer wear
because they are too tight on you, I also gave her the blouse that I gave
you on our anniversary and you don't wear because I don't have good taste. I
gave her the
pullover that my sister gave you for Christmas that you will not wear just
to bother my sister and I also gave her the boots that you bought at the
expensive boutique that you never wore again after you saw your co-worker
wearing the same pair."

The husband continues his story . . .

"The young woman was very grateful to me and I walked her to the door.

When we got to the door she turned around and with tears coming out of her
eyes, she asks me:

"Sir, do you have anything else that your wife does not use.........

Atwinix ;-)
( )
Cheers . . .

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Friday, December 09, 2005

Au lit l'autre soir avec ma femme, la temp�rature montait rapidement. Au
moment de passer aux choses s�rieuses, elle m'arr�ta et me dit :
�Non, mon amour, je ne le sens pas bien... �.
Puis elle ajouta :
" Je n'ai pas sp�cialement envie, je voudrais juste que tu me tiennes dans
tes bras. Tu n'es pas assez en phase avec mes besoins �motionnels de femme
pour que j'aie envie de satisfaire tes besoins sexuels d'homme ! �.
A mon regard �bahi, elle encha�na :
" Je voudrais que tu m'aimes pour ce que je suis et non pour ce que je fais
pour toi au lit ". Comprenant que rien ne se passerait ce soir-l�, je
n'insistai pas et je m'endormis.

Quelque temps apr�s, comme j'avais des cong�s � r�cup�rer, je d�cidai de
passer la journ�e avec elle. Apr�s un d�ner dans un petit restaurant sympa,
je l'emmenai dans un grand magasin de mode o� je l'invitai � essayer divers
v�tements sous mon regard int�ress�. Pendant un long moment, elle essaya
tout ce qui tombait sous ses yeux et parada devant moi comme une star.
Finalement, deux robes retinrent sp�cialement son attention. Comme elle ne
savait pas se d�cider, je lui laissai entendre qu'elle prendrait bien les
deux. A l'�tage suivant se trouvait le rayon des chaussures : une paire
neuve par robe semblait indispensable. Une jolie paire de boucles d'oreilles
lui faisait de l'oeil : hop, dans le panier !

Croyez-moi, ses yeux brillaient de plus en plus !!! Je la connais, je voyais
monter en elle une forme d'excitation indescriptible. Elle voulut m�me me
tester, voir jusqu'o� j'irai, car elle s'int�ressa aux bracelets de tennis.
Elle n'a jamais tenu une raquette, mais bon... Je r�pondis oui. Puis il y
eut quelques paires de bas, de la lingerie, un foulard, les rayons parfum et
maquillage et quelques bricoles.

Finalement, elle me regarda avec des yeux p�tillants comme du champagne, et
dit :
" Ca va �tre cher tout �a... On passe � la caisse ? "

Quand je r�pondis :
" Non, mon amour, je ne le sens pas bien... ",
son visage devint b�at d'�tonnement et sa bouche resta ouverte.
Je lui dis alors :
" je n'ai pas sp�cialement envie, je voulais simplement te voir habill�e
ainsi. Tu n'es pas assez en phase avec mes capacit�s financi�res d'homme
pour que je puisse satisfaire tes d�sirs d'achats de femme. "
Et comme elle me regardait avec des yeux assassins, j'ajoutai :
"Je voudrais que tu m'aimes pour ce que je suis et non pour ce que je

Et vlan dans la gueule!

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Thursday, December 01, 2005

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