Firstly… im backkkkk
secondly after three years of being used and manipulated and just trashed, i made up my mind to give in my resignation. No i don’t have another job or an offer on the table but it pushed me to the limit where i just thought to myself… f**k it.. i don’t give a shit anymore its their own funeral. So this post is going to be about my long journey with my family at Lucifer’s humble abode.
Leaving this place is like leaving my very home because i will be leaving my family of 5 behind. Theres avocado (the one who believes the world revolves around him), Jujups (The only person i know who believes in taking her clothes off and running around our building as a stress reliever), Eclair (the person who believes shes as old as a hag even though shes not even close to it and is one of the hottest things to walk this earth), Fruit salad (the quiet one but is definitely a jumbled up fruit salad in every aspect of life) and last but not least theres hotdog (the joker in the entire team)
I love each and every one of them because they are different in their own ways and they have made me into who i am right now. Ill miss the long lunch breaks, our walks to crescat just to shop, tea at coffee stop during work hours, sad ass office parties in which we sneak out to white horse to get drunk, endless hours of stuffing our stomaches with every single thing we could get our hands on, bitching about every single person in office (specially the senior management) hotdog’s wild jokes, poker sessions, getting blasted by lucifer himself, Avocado walking into work with an entire can of axe sprayed on, eclairs attitude every time shes told to do a presentation, jujups wild fantasies that makes us all laugh for hours, fruit salad always playing barn buddy on facebook, hotdog always bitching about the head master, and worst of all i will miss my endless fights with avocado.
For the last three years i woke up every morning and came to work because of this dysfunctional family that gave me that extra energy to get through my days. They stood by me no matter what happened and they were the only living souls i could always trust. If i was to ever decide not to leave this hell hole its because of these guys who brighten my day with their stupid ass comments about everything.
I love you guys and i will never forget you and even though i am gonna be far away (probably begging on the streets coz ill be unemployed) dont forget to come my way and share your loaf of bread… or maybe a few thousand rupees perhaps
. I will miss you dearly






This book was launched on the 15th of August 2009 if I am not mistaken. I remember the first time i saw it on one of my favourite book bloggers sites and i wanted to get my hands on it immediately. I read every review written about it and i just couldn’t wait till it came to Sri Lanka because i know that the famous book stores we have dont really bother to check out the latest up and coming authors and purchase their books. The only launches you would see within a week of the actual publishing date would be either the Harry potter or Dan brown series (which i love by the way). But still I just knew i had to get my hands around this book. As fate would have it i had a friend by the name of Cupcake
Its been ages since i wrote a post or even logged into wordpress to check on my blog. I guess i was either too busy or just didnt have the urge to write anything. So all i have been doing for these past few days is just reading, and damn have i read a ton of books and i thought ill just share a little bit about them. Long time back i came across this topic “The bookseller of Kabul” but then its always hard to find a well known book here in Sri Lanka as soon as its launched. So once i got my hands on this i just couldn’t put it down. The book is based around a true story of a Russian author who chose to live with one of the most famous booksellers in Kabul to understand the culture and the lives of the people.
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Recently me and cupcake had a discussion regarding a very interesting topic.. well.. I think it was more like a fight but lets just keep it as a discussion for now. The point of discussion was regarding my brother. He wanted to get this girl (who is just a friend of his.. but he does like her after all) a birthday gift and me and cupcake were wondering what to get her as we were trying to help that lazy ass. So I was telling him why don’t we get a nice box of chocolates from Fine things and get it delivered to her place, and cupcake was going on about getting flowers which i thought was just such a waste of money. I mean dont get me wrong but I think i am one of those girls who seems to think that feeding me will get you everywhere. People spend so much on flowers these days and its a crime in my books as it only lasts for a maximum of 3 days. U get it and you get all happy about it and then you just discard it and forget it.
As always Cupcake was adamant about the damn flowers and we decided against it all. I know most people believe that giving your girl friend or loved one flowers is a great thing but seriously, is she going to remember it? I myself might sound very boring to you all right now but for me the real way to my heart is through my stomach. I would love to be gifted food. Yes you can eat it and finish it off and forget about it. But it fills up your tummy and makes you so happy. You wont go hungry. Basic human need. (Damn i sound like a little greedy fat slob now dont I?) Anyway for me some of my ideal gifts are as follows. Food, books, clothes and on those lines. I have warned my friends and boyfriend of buying me any flowers because its a freaking waste of money. So cupcake is trying to prove me wrong but I don’t care. I wont change. I love Food. And everything in my life revolves around it. When I just think about hot butter cuttle fish my tongue tingles and the smell of a great lasagna right out of an oven and my personal favourite would have to be licking the left overs once my mum has made Christmas cake. yummmmmyyyyyy….. and to continue with the discussion of food, I love a BBQ night with some great pork chops and
some spare ribs and pineapple. The Christmas Ham and the roast chicken. The battered prawns and even sweet and sour. My mouth is just watering thinking of all of this and I so want it all now. So cupcake trust me when I tell you this. Your flowers cant compete against all these dishes I have mentioned. I am not ashamed to say it as well. I am a FOODAHOLIC!!!! and I am proud of it. I LOVE FOOD.