Bullying at work & Curses

Hey, how are you? :)
I dont care if I have regular visitors, I always say "hi" ;) And I keep writing; because my day will come too.
So much for gibberish; lets get into the main topic. I am sure there are people out there who are bullied or targeted at work. I company I work with; I have been here for 3 years now. I always manage to ruffle hind-feathers of some important people here; including the manager of my team. That is the kind of problem you can expect to get into if you are outspoken. Ok, let me correct that: if you have a problem with lies, injustice and you are a blabbermouth.
But every time I ruffle the feathers, the consequences seem worth the trouble I get into ;) Not at the time I am being targeted, but at a later time when I am out of trouble and chilling.

Hey there,
Ok, so today I found out that people actually read my blog. Kind of scary I tell you ;) I mean I know blogs are meant to be read; but mine! My psych-babble! Really!!
It is scary and exhilarating at the same time that there are other nut jobs out there. Dearest readers I am not calling you nut jobs in the strict sense of the word. But it seems like a good name don't u think ;)..
Alright now; I was falling out of love till a few days ago right. Things are working out for me, I would like to say. I found something which is quickening the process. The best thing to fall out of love is not to find a new love; trust me. It is to find out that your crush has a girlfriend/boyfriend. Whatever works for each person ;)
So as I said, I found out that my crush has a girlfriend currently. Ok, I did not say it as such; but you got the meaning right. I found a hickey on his neck. Imagine my turbulent emotions. This happened yesterday; so the emotions are still turbulent.. :p
I felt woosy . I wonder if woosy is even a word ;) So I felt woosy in my stomach. My stomach got tight; but heart was painful. And then it got better. Worst part was I was in the f***ing mall with him and I am sure people thought that it was my handiwork!! Just realized that that was the reason for all those weird looks people gave me. Shit!
Man I am a modest person on my wildest days. Sure I have my little fantasies, but a hickey in plain view! Definitely not my thing!! Shit man! Shit!
Ok so moving on, he has a hickey which he is proudly showing off and my stomach is woosy ;) I am sure I heard that word somewhere. In TV series maybe..
And a very unexpected person is helping me with my recovery; Charlie Sheen :D I am sure he does not know how proud he should be of himself. Or knowing Charlie Sheen; maybe he does :p
I am watching this TV series "Anger Management" and that is what is helping me :D Nothing like comedy for a woosy stomach ;)
Mmmmuah
Laters

Family - brothers & sisters

What are we most afraid of. Women I mean.. I was watching this new (for me) TV series and it said; "we are afraid that we will not find the person who will accept us for who we are. And we are afraid that when we do, that person will not stick around for the rest of our lives".

Very true, I think. I am afraid that I will not even find the person who will accept me for what I am. And if I do, I would b just time pass for him. Or that I will be too much for him to handle. I am probably high maintenance Probably :D And no, I am not sure who or what I am ;)

Ok something about my new roomi, she is now recovering from a heartbreak ;) And she makes me thin that people from most of the affluent/previously affluent countries live in their own little bubbles. I am sorry if this sounds like I am generalizing but I think it to be true.
And less than a week after her break up and she is moving on. Moving too fast too.

Now this one seems like a half baked post; but I was interrupted, many times. But I am going to post it anyway.
Ciao ciao :D

Falling out of love

Hey,

As the header suggests, I am falling out of love. And it is present continuous because the work is still underway. Haven't quiet got there yet. But things will work out, God willing :D
The best part is I asked this friend of mine why no guy ever falls in love with me and the bastard's answer was quick and spot on. Because you are heavy. Cute bastard that he is ;)

So this guy I fell for this time; was introduced by a friend of mine. Had a nagging suspicion that something was going on between them; but I fell for him anyway, idiot that I am :p
This friend of mine had something going on with another guy at that same time. But 2 days ago they broke it off. Now she is a free bird and he is the happy guy. My crush I meant.
He used to ping me all the time when she was in her 'relationship'. Because he was not given enough attention, duh ;) But now that she is off the hook and she has spare time, he hardly pings. Man I sound like an obsessed teenager..
So he wants to adopt me as a daughter I heard from her. Some twist my love life has taken eh. I mean I am hardly an year younger than them. Daughter!! Daughter, really!!
Will update you later.
By the way my sister is a zen master. Or a Jedi master. She can read me like a damn book :D
Mmmmmuah!!

:D

Found this on FB

Hey, I am back. Yet again :D
I found this one quote on Facebook. That the kindest people are the ones who have suffered themselves. Good one don't you think? Because if you get hurt, you know exactly how painful it is. And I realized this the other day, that it is harder to watch someone suffer than to suffer myself :) And no, I am not a masochist..
I have been hurt countless times before; and more emotionally than physically. Since I was a child I think. I was the dark ugly child you see. Asked my sister why I was as unpopular as I was in school. Her theory was just mind-blowing :)
It was a vicious circle you see: I was odd, I was made fun of, I was ugly, my relatives (not my mom, dad, bro or sis) reminded me of that day in and day out, and I was always angry. I was suicidal :D
And the circle repeated with my classmates and my schoolmates. Poor things hated me and I hated them back. It was kind of like White Fang. I was White Fang...
I hate pity. Self pity is one thing; I love pitying myself :p But pity is the reason why I can't tell this to anyone but my sister. She doesn't pity me and I love talking to her :D
I don't feel like writing anymore :(
Ciao!! :)

In Love and Out of it... :D

Hey!
It is scary how fast I fall in love and out of it :D
Fell in love/developed a crush decently. Man the butterflies in my stomach were made of steel.
And yet again I fell out of love. I am a hopeless case. What is going to happen to me! I try not to judge people; but I eventually deem myself unfit for them or think that they wont be able to take me. It is sad, but true. I am intellectually too shallow for some people and too deep for some others.
And this recent chap was or rather is of my age group. But he is like a kid man. Much more a kid than my classmates from my university :(
What do I do? Where will I find a man!! Where is my man?!? Why is he in hiding =(

Love : Or the absence of it thereby :D

I finally figured it out! Aaaah, feels so good.
It is not that I do not like the guys that like me to begin with or that I love only those guys that do not give a damn.. :)
It is just that I fall in love with those and only those that despise me. It is possible that I am so much of a commitment phobic that the thought of liking a guy that might like me back is just frightening. Or is it because I am a masochist? Not so sure. I am not much of a masochist under normal circumstances. I hate anything or anyone that even comes near hurting me. But I guess this is all about the sweet pain of being in love (and the more intense pain of falling out of it :p)

There is this new guy I like. A photographer. He seemed to like me in the beginning. And that drove me off the wall. And now that he doesn't seen to give a damn, I am crawling back up, looking for a sign of affection :D I am flirting and everything.. ;)
I am a little crazy, I have to admit.

I have no idea what guys, that I like and that may like me, wants me to say. Otherwise I am this conversation wizard who keeps shut only when she eats (yup, I talk in sleep too) And it so turns out that I know what to say and when to say, to make people happy.
That reminds me, today this very very old man (perhaps Pakistani, or maybe an Indian) told me "Good job dear"! He said this in Hindi and all that I did was give him directions; something I do all the time. But the feeling it gave was like a summer breeze or a hot breeze in mid-winter. Something of a comfort :)

Bye the Bye :D