4.25pm on the clock. Finished work and getting ready to go home.Last week saw one of my closest friends tying the knot with her long term boy friend. For the first time in my life, I felt my generation growing up. I watched her dance with her husband and I remembered how we grew up. I remembered her first crush, the never ending tears she cried when he was stolen by another woman. I can't help

After living for 25 years I learned that prince charming is prince charming because , well, that's what you want to see in the guy. He doesn't have a white horse, probably because he lives in a cramped place down Nugegoda, and he's definitely not in to shiny stuff. He's just a regular guy with a smile that does stuff to your heartbeat. I was quite happy with this learning up until day before

oh how I hate it when people talk to me just coz I happen to be around them. It's bad enough that there seem to be nothing to say anymore. to add insult to injury, they have to be polite to you. So you end up being the one who just walks away coz you can't stand this eerie civility and then feel mean and utterly hopeless. eugh. people. Always complicating the simplest of things. At first, it's

I am a one way street. Screw you , if you have a problem with that. You know true friends, they pick up the threads from where you left off, even after 8 years . They don't pine about the times you weren't in touch. They automatically fit in to their place, they make you feel as if it was yesterday you saw them last. Screw you, coz you just don't seem to get it. So here's to my true friends, for

You know, I was doing just fine. new year. new dreams. renewed sense of bitchiness. I was juuuuust fine. 4 days it took. 4 days, for the universe to decide that it couldn't take it anymore.So I come home and it stinks. The stench that burns your nose, watering your eyes, threatening to fry your brain, lingering in your bedroom. I had gone shopping with my sister after work and we had been oh so