Madman

It happens to be so, that I’m at a juncture in my life cycle where everyone around me, except me, is jumping in the nuptial well. And as fate would have it, they make babies, and yes, our social meetings are usually at the so-called family restaurant.

Now before I embark to tickle ur funny bone, here’s my definition of a family restaurant. It’s a place where married people, with their offspring go to relax, celebrate or eat, in case the husband is too tired to cook (bet you gals didn’t catch the sarcasm there). So the expected decor has got to be very family oriented right?

But, whenever I’ve been to one of these “Family Restaurants”, I’m usually greeted by a hottie which rates at 9.5 on hottie richter scale, is of course well-endowed and not to mention proud of her assets and showing it off as well. Now, you think a man can sit in a restaurant, and eat in the face of this divine temptation. It’s the equivalent of having a hot-dog poster stuck in front of your treadmill, or running a marathon with a beer keg tied to your back.

And not to mention the age old alibi of the society that a man should stand firm on his ground in the face of temptation, well, Screw That. If they through it your way, take it and run like you wearing your neighbour’s shoes.

For a family restaurant they ought to have certain guidelines. For example, the stewardess should not weight anything less then 85 kilograms. Show have at least a well-trimmed moustache, if not the full beard. Should be an ardent advocate of No Deodorant Policy. So long and so forth.

Sadly at this point I got nothing to hare with my married friends, except…..Regret You Suckers!!!!!!!

Until Next Time…Keep Smiling…

i this righteous age of self-awareness and self-rejuvenation, and self this and self that..don’t u ever stop and wonder…are these self-ings path to self destruction?
Why do any of the stuff when we want to be free?why should i spell free as free when i can equally communicate the idea with phree? why look for directions…turn left or right…when u can discover so much more when u are lost? And it’s not just me blabbering along…look at some of the most important discoveries and inventions of our times…one common element…..no directions…accidents…mistakes…so on this note…i’d end my brain fart…and leave u with a thought…just today or just for the next 60minutes….stop following rules…guidelines…etc…and just loose urself…u never know what u’ll discover:)
Until next time…..keep smiling!

i this righteous age of self-awareness and self-rejuvenation, and self this and self that..don’t u ever stop and wonder…are these self-ings path to self destruction?
Why do any of the stuff when we want to be free?why should i spell free as free when i can equally communicate the idea with phree? why look for directions…turn left or right…when u can discover so much more when u are lost? And it’s not just me blabbering along…look at some of the most important discoveries and inventions of our times…one common element…..no directions…accidents…mistakes…so on this note…i’d end my brain fart…and leave u with a thought…just today or just for the next 60minutes….stop following rules…guidelines…etc…and just loose urself…u never know what u’ll discover:)
Until next time…..keep smiling!

So here we are…the age of the internet….well I guess this blog is a few years late…and the devolution has already begun…but here are a few facts….the first being…u sitting there…reading this blog…written by an absolute stranger…in a country u’ve never visited..and getting partially (if not completely influenced by the writer’s thoughts) is a testament to the so screwed up society….for crying out loud…I have friends who can’t remember the last time they lapped a big one…or did anything apart from getting piss drunk on the weekend and nursing the hangover for what is left of the weekend. Everyone’s stopped using their perception and judgement and replaced it with a desktop icon of Google…..google your life…gimme a break…how difficult is it for someone to take 11 minutes at a restaurant table and decide what they wanna eat…but no….people I’ve met…actually ‘Google” the menu before hand, as if in some sort of relay race with the waiter and the chef.

While I can go on and on with my ranting about grabbing life by its testies…here’s a little something something for you….shut the damn machine…go out…talk to an absolute stranger and enjoy this wonderful thing which dead people miss called life!

Until next time…Keep smiling!!

It’s funny isn’t it, how we adhere to someone’s chain of thought, just because they happen to be going through the same shit as you at a certain period in their lives. But common, who says the guy/girl who came up with the so-called profound statement of the millennia was even sad. Why couldn’t it be one of those deep, emotive lines that guys use from time-to-time on first dates. And lemme tell you something, it works like a charm.

Why look far, my ladylove just loves these deep thoughtful conversations. And as I told her, I’ll tell you, if anyone is ever trying to say such a thing, do just one simple thing, Rationalise. I for one believe the Glass half full or glass half empty was derived in three of the following scenarios.

1 -  Mr Deep-thinking-weirdo is out on a date and tries to liven up the discussion of a doomed first date by looking around the table and narrowing down on the ladylove’s half empty glass of whatever (or was it half full? We’ll never know)

2 – Mr I’m-too-smart-for-my-own-good is at the bar. His date has ditched him. An he’s contemplating suicide by leaping into his glass….no whether the glass was half full or half empty, we’ll never know.

3 – his one’s my favourite, coz if this happens to be true, it’ll just be mocking us till the end of time. Ever contemplated on the possibility that this might just have been a simple brain-fart, a random thought

all I know is, for some who base all their decisions on such beliefs/sayings/mantras/ call it whatever you want, I think it’s high time they made one of their own. How about Is the glass half full or the bottle completely empty?

Sleep on it….
Until next time….
Keep smiling☺

Of course they are…look at it…they are mass-produced…just like babies in China, India and some far off African Semi-republic nation. Where ever you look in super markets and groceries. And am guessing the production is as simple. Like kids, making chips isn’t that difficult. Anyone with the basic skills can pretty much procreate, as well as produce chips. It’s cheap to produce. And once produce they very much take care of themselves….aka…sell themselves…so the next time you buy a pack of cheetos, take a moment to sit back and name each an everyone of them…after all…they are someone’s produce from a small production shed in a “Developing” country…as for me..am gonna enjoy Jack, Robin, Elizabeth and Aaron with my afternoon tea

Until next time,

Keep smiling.