~ rewind and relapse ~

There was sudden silence filling the room, he broke the silence, “what do you want out of this”. She looked at him perplexed “what do you mean”. His tone has gotten a lot more straightened out, “what are you getting out of this”. She was taken by his question; she paused, turned around, away from him. There was silence once again filling the room, he didn’t know what he was doing with her. He began with a sigh; she stopped him, turned around and kissed him, before he could say anything….

*Alternative to the previous story line*

He broke the kiss with a sigh, he tried to look into her eyes for an answer to his question, she knew well to hide it, but not for long. All she longed was for some attention, some love, some vanity and some excitement, something of everything that she has been deprived off by her husband for another woman. He understood the pain inside her which showed in her eyes, she couldn’t hide it so well. He closed the door behind him, shutting out the only lights to the room other than the moonlight filling the floor of the room close by the window. She tried to walk away from him, turning her back, putting both his arms around her, just around her waist, snuggling her closely, kissing on her neck, she running her fingers over his cheek, slowly trailing to his hair, pulling him closer, down to her skin. She let out a sigh, he felt her hip on his, grinding back on him. He manages to lift her off her feet, with his arms around her waist, tight, and her hands around his, flopping her down on the bed. Just as he walks closer to the bed, he could hear the vibration off the table, his phone, he goes closer to the phone away from the bed, looking at her, she let out sigh with a lower lip bitten by teeth, with her hand running over her bosom, curling her leg up to her bosom, he didn’t have the heart or the mind to take another step closer to the phone, he turned himself back to the bed.

His mind was telling him to stop, he wasn’t going to listen to that, they had other plans. they had begun a new chapter together, unconsented, unspoken of....

Does the above make any sense at all to anyone who has been reading the blog or the story (fantasy / surreal love tale) that i've been writing for sometime now? well I'm trying to figure what the IF's in the story, alternative to what previously happened, another parallel thinking of the same mind. does this sound like something u'd be interested in?

~ 25 to life ~

I had to steal that title from Eminem, my bad.

But the story is i turned quarter century last weekend. it was hella drama weeks around that corner, but just that weekend, nothing happened. NOTHING. apart from the wall post on fb and a few text msgs. so i decided what the hell, worked harder on nailing the logo i've been going at for months, bingo i did summon the omen in me to come out with it.. :)

Something came out of the not-at-all-happening birthday weekend [by weekend i emphasize i have the friday n saturday as b'day :-P]

Launched 85 Clothing. nailed the brand name, logo. couldnt wait to get my Tshirt done. got it done on one of my b'day's. :) wait for the site of 85 Clothing [nothing mind blowing] on how to get in touch and design that you might want to get done on your next tshirt. business is purely on personalised clothing. Only ONE piece clothing, meaning, only you'd have that designed, it would not be printed for anyone else. so let go of worrying having to wonder if you'd see someone else wear the same thing at office, party.. :)

But there seems to be catch, i wud have to come out of anonymity i think, sucks but then wth...

*raises imaginary glass, to 85 CLOTHING*

So anyone looking to have personalised tshirt... ;-)

Hows everyone's week going..?

~ hikka II ~

so the following is more explainatory to this as someone wondered why it was left mysterious. :)

I've been wanting to just rush out of colombo cause it has been reminding me of the same thing over and over again, which i wanted a break from. haven't been out of the city in a long time and i've been just mad about it. so the whole haahhoo about hikka fest, everything being underplayed this year. thought i'd just jump out since im not going to get any other excuse to run away from city.

The week has been a real rollercoaster at office, well there was no tumbling or turning on my part, cause i was sitting through meetings (finger pointings / management rants / pms releases of bosses / lack of attention from wife's / BF's) on me with a straight face. i walked out with much surprise, even to myself that i didnt lose my temper. collected my thoughts, made my decision, if ppl are so ungreatful for what you've contributed to it simply not my worthwhile, cause this is not my field and im not planning a career in the company nor this field. I was doing something i was good at and i was recruited back cause they needed a jump start on few things. I said hell with it and decided on what i wanted to put out on the table, everything, with no names, but my account manager knows to put 1 and 2 together, there wre not much ppl calling shots in this or fingers put in, told him i want out of account or i walk out of the company.

This was followed with another round with account manager, which he took the other one's side, so managed to do the same thing, sat through, breathin under my skin. Walked into his office after that, told him it aint going to work. Handed in the letter today. Sometimes my stubborness just gets the best of me, I'm my own prisoner. But it had to be done, i wasn't going to be someone else's shoe polish.. :)

So back to being unemployed. well not exactly, i have two months notice period to serve. will have a desk at work till then. want this to pass asap, so i could get this out of the way, clear my head out. Have to seriously think about i want to get on with my life. enough mistakes. enough wishing for 2nd chances.

Hopped on a bus, got to hikka, had a few friends waiting for me there. put on my beach shorts, opened up the bottle..and rest of it zipped, thrown away.

Somehow i see hikka like SIN CITY, where anything and everything goes with no slap on the wrist or anything. Heard names of drugs, never in my life. it scares me in a nauseous way. good thing about the trip - spontaneous, beach, bed, booze, walkin in beach short anywre, reading (half through Living thier lie by Brandon Ingram). My friends wre asking wtf was wrong with me, cause im not a guy who can be pulled off a dance floor easily, here i was sipping my drink(downing, i haven't aged tht much to sip), and me doing a two step wud be slower than snail walk.. :) so there is ma escape weekend....

how has everyone been? naughty, nice, bored?

~ hikka ~

and now i know whats e whole rave abt hikka is.... :-) shud i detail? ah ah ah...hows everyone's weekend?

~ Help - SOS - F1 ~

I dont know if im in the midst of quarter life crisis or not, certainly not helping me much, nor my mood, or not having any tolerance for bullshit or ppl pushing and shoving things at me (only was tried). So i jumped the gun once again, took my usual route of going to the avp at a level higher than someone who slotted himself in between in the corporate (bullshit) hierarchy with the prob the so who slotted himself came up with along with my immediate supervisor. dropped the words I WOULD NOT HESITATE TO QUIT IF I GET PUSHED ONCE MORE threat (not sure how it swings & thts a long story short). For once i was diplomatic, put everything on the table and made sure he got my point (frustration) and i was serious about putting the paper on the table and walking out. Was given alt options and routes to work things, but i'm not impressed. Since then, i've been looking for a hint of sarcasm or pushing / shoving from my immediate supervisor to type out that letter and sign and hand it over with a sigh / relief smile along with the frustration of the bills on the table in the back of my mind.

So im starting my backup plan, until i could find something stable, sending cv's to friends, head hunter's, basically as far as my finger tips manage to reach. So i thought why not reach out on the web, as a last resort - im out looking for freelance jobs in the lines of designing, writing. Two key areas which i can manage to do. But i dont have a qualification in one of them - writing and i don have credible work experience as such in both, although i went to a design school to study design. so if any of you know any gigs or temps that pop in ur head, please do drop me in on it, you'll can catch me on thegamelk@gmail.com if you require more of a formal resume of sort....

This comes as a desperation post of sort, hope i get through this week or make it to even a quarter life :)

Have a good week everyone..

~ my world ~

Was planning on starting a tag myself, and LD started on somethin, RD picked it and its being followed slowly i think, so here i go with mine (totally bored random post on a friday night)

basketball (though i don get to play anymore)
swimming
some friends
some in family
music
a good drink
a good dance
a good partner for the night
good laugh
good lies
flirting
going out with a stranger
nieces n nephews
shoes
red
black
blue
lazy weekday
fondling
caressing just aimlessly
movie
movie date
movie with friends
playing pool to teach someone
dressing up
dessing up for someone
dressin like a old rag just cause
writing
reading
smiling
staying at home when you have to go out
going out when you have to stay at home
waking up late everyday
waiting for someone
planning a date
holding someone's hand
whispering
playing with each other hair

ok the list seems to be aimless n long.. il stop... :) hows it going with everyone...? happy weekend....

~ conversation ~

Boy: do you remember you asking me where we are going with this?
Girl: oh yeah, i did.
Boy: and that would be?
Girl: i think it wud be best if we stayed friends, we are not going to go far and even if we dragged, it wud be nowhere.
Boy. oh, cool *trying to wipe off a slightly sad smile*

Never in the conversation, did she wonder what he had in mind. :)

Women, cant live with them.. n cant live without them.