Tag: TuesdayFeelings

When Spam Acts Like Your Best Friend Forever 👥

There is this sweetest stranger Mr Tony (Yes he has a name) who keeps on mailing me to send him my details so he can transfer $15,000,000.00 (Fifteen Million United Dollars) in my account. Now I clearly remember my dad told me that my ancestors were Indian. What I don’t understand is the fact that how could my email be found ( in the Central Computer among the list of unpaid contractors, inheritance, next of kin and lotto beneficiaries that was originated from Africa) Now hold on a second! Did my dad lie to me again just like when he told Santa wasn’t real? 

Okay! So I got to clarify my originality from my parents again. I can do that. But wait! Who the hell is this villain Mr Charles in my life now who is after my $15,000,000.00 . This is preposterous. According to Mr Tony, he received an email from one Mr. Charles Wright who told him that he was my next of kin and that I died in a car accident last week. Now this is getting serious. I am pretty sure I am alive. For heavens sake, I am blogging. Right? Although if someone told me I was dead before getting this gentleman’s email I would have been fine. But now with $15,000,000.00 in my name, Na-ah! Not a chance buddy. If need be, I would return back from my grave to claim my money.

When Cooking Is Just Not Your Cup Of Tea ☕

The other day I cooked. Yes you heard it right and yes it’s summer here.  I was all sweaty and my parents were (oh so sympathetic) that their daughter was out their cooking for her survival. I don’t need sympathy. I need a cook!!! Period.

It’s not like I can’t cook at all. I just don’t want to. I don’t get the feeling of internity and happy ending from inside. I have more bruises from oil than I have from anything else that I love to do. If I do feel like cooking something special or new it’s just a one day thing or a one night thing. No strings attached. I can follow the recipes well enough to bring out something edible but each and every time I am in the process of cooking I feel I need to have a chair and definitely an AC to cool me off. I can cook while sitting. I know there are kitchen rules but can we just include a chair in it? Tell me will that make the process any harder or easier because I clearly have no idea whatsoever.

Why Not To Be A Jack In Real Life 🤹

Semester exams have no relevance in your life unless you’re the first bencher. Which also means you’re the studious kind. Which also means you’re the teachers favorite student. Which also means that you’re the last one to ask doubts after the bell has rang. Which also means you get the maximum looks of hatred from your fellow mates for doing this. Basically you’re the worst example set for your fellow students who of course do not have the above traits. I was definitely not a first bencher but call it my fate  I would find myself in the first seat just in front of the invigilator during exams. (Not by choice of course. Damn my cool name and my stupid Roll number). Have you been the victim of the same or were you a first bencher by default? I promise I will not judge you.