Things that make me smile:
Staying up till 4, because I want too
Waking up at 6, to get ready for work, because I have too
Going for late night drives
Playing random games in my house
Random arguments, which lead to google'ing questions to prove who is right
Blogging
Singing off tune and having no one care
People letting me sing off tune, cos they know it makes me happy
Dressing up and feeling great
Honest compliments
Talking to old friends
Making new friends
Cooking / baking
Inside jokes
Funny moments
Random notes on facebook
Pictures
Having people chill in my house
People being completely at ease in my house
Making fried eggs
Having a productive day at work
Superlatives on facebook
Laughing at my self and the stupid things I do (which I do many!)
and so many more.. to the people in my life, thank you... cos with out you, the memories I have would not exist!
Friday, April 18, 2008
Thursday, March 06, 2008
flowing emotions
Time goes by so slowly
And time can do so much
Words from unchained melody (really nice song I must add) Not that the lyrics have much to do with the post today. I was thinking about how fast time flies. We are in March already – it seems like yesterday that I was sitting with IG, Papa Ramero, P Diddy and Blondie at TGIF. But now we are all back into our corners of the world and reality is back in my face.
Last Thursday this time I was pretty depressed. Actually bawling my eyes out and gasping for breath would be a more apt description. The week has gone by. Gone by quickly and slowly at the same time. Does that make sense?
The days have gone by quick, I guess that’s thanks to the running around and organizing I’ve been doing for the event on Saturday but the thinking / pondering / analyzing / contemplating I have been doing has made the week seem like a month.
Talking to P Diddy this morning I came up with another insight. Been doing a lot of that lately.
I don’t care a DAM what you think
I don’t care whether you like or hate me
I don’t care if you think I am the cause for every single thing going wrong
I don’t care if you think I am not good enough
You know why?
Because it’s your thoughts! Your view, your ideas, your issue!!
And I’ve stopped caring. I have stopped being scared. Stopped fearing some thing which is not true. You tried – you tried to break me, you convinced me I was no good.
Hell you convinced me that if any thing happened to ‘A’ it would be my fault.
That if death were to come knocking on the door – he would be thanking me for the referral!
You know what you almost got away with it. You pushed me, criticized me, belittled me till I looked at my self and felt disgusted. I was never good enough for any thing – never strong enough for any thing!
But today I stand up, because honestly you’re full of shit and you know it!
So you can push me all you like
Try to do what ever makes you feel happy
But I am going to stand my ground
I might have tears running down my face, my voice might me trembling but I am NOT standing down
And time can do so much
Words from unchained melody (really nice song I must add) Not that the lyrics have much to do with the post today. I was thinking about how fast time flies. We are in March already – it seems like yesterday that I was sitting with IG, Papa Ramero, P Diddy and Blondie at TGIF. But now we are all back into our corners of the world and reality is back in my face.
Last Thursday this time I was pretty depressed. Actually bawling my eyes out and gasping for breath would be a more apt description. The week has gone by. Gone by quickly and slowly at the same time. Does that make sense?
The days have gone by quick, I guess that’s thanks to the running around and organizing I’ve been doing for the event on Saturday but the thinking / pondering / analyzing / contemplating I have been doing has made the week seem like a month.
Talking to P Diddy this morning I came up with another insight. Been doing a lot of that lately.
I don’t care a DAM what you think
I don’t care whether you like or hate me
I don’t care if you think I am the cause for every single thing going wrong
I don’t care if you think I am not good enough
You know why?
Because it’s your thoughts! Your view, your ideas, your issue!!
And I’ve stopped caring. I have stopped being scared. Stopped fearing some thing which is not true. You tried – you tried to break me, you convinced me I was no good.
Hell you convinced me that if any thing happened to ‘A’ it would be my fault.
That if death were to come knocking on the door – he would be thanking me for the referral!
You know what you almost got away with it. You pushed me, criticized me, belittled me till I looked at my self and felt disgusted. I was never good enough for any thing – never strong enough for any thing!
But today I stand up, because honestly you’re full of shit and you know it!
So you can push me all you like
Try to do what ever makes you feel happy
But I am going to stand my ground
I might have tears running down my face, my voice might me trembling but I am NOT standing down
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Blast from the past with a dash of psychological input!
At the end of grade 11 my ‘friends’ suddenly decided they dint want to be friends with me any more. It would have been nice if they had told me. Instead they completely ignored me, whispered behind my back and basically were bitchy (like high school girls are!)
This treatment lasted for about 5 – 6 months. Can you imagine going to school, having people totally ignore you. And those who did speak to you – spoke like you were a condemned person. And the one person who I thought would tell me what was going on, looked right through me when I asked her a question.
Yeah high school girls can be a bitches.
Trust me I know.
I was one and have been on the receiving end as well.
I finally did find out what really happened. Some rumors were spread and instead of confronting me – my ‘friends’ just decided to ostracize me.
Things actually worked out for the best. I made new friends. People who thought I was a stuck up little twit got to know the real me and Blondie and I became best friends.
FYI – she was one of the people who totally ignored me as well
But the point of this post is not to crib about it. It all happened for a reason and I am glad it did. But it did have an effect on me psychologically.
I now have insecurities about friends. Especially close friends. The fear of them suddenly turning their backs on me is high. The fear that some one new who joins will spread rumors about me, or twist my words around leaving me alone constantly plays in my mind.
Why I write about this now I have no idea. I have had an extremely emotional afternoon and rather than facing the issue in front of me I digress into a problem which is mine alone.
This treatment lasted for about 5 – 6 months. Can you imagine going to school, having people totally ignore you. And those who did speak to you – spoke like you were a condemned person. And the one person who I thought would tell me what was going on, looked right through me when I asked her a question.
Yeah high school girls can be a bitches.
Trust me I know.
I was one and have been on the receiving end as well.
I finally did find out what really happened. Some rumors were spread and instead of confronting me – my ‘friends’ just decided to ostracize me.
Things actually worked out for the best. I made new friends. People who thought I was a stuck up little twit got to know the real me and Blondie and I became best friends.
FYI – she was one of the people who totally ignored me as well
But the point of this post is not to crib about it. It all happened for a reason and I am glad it did. But it did have an effect on me psychologically.
I now have insecurities about friends. Especially close friends. The fear of them suddenly turning their backs on me is high. The fear that some one new who joins will spread rumors about me, or twist my words around leaving me alone constantly plays in my mind.
Why I write about this now I have no idea. I have had an extremely emotional afternoon and rather than facing the issue in front of me I digress into a problem which is mine alone.
Therapy session 1
You know what the best thing about being a psychology major is? The fact that you have other friends who are psych majors as well. And thanks to this fact I have saved my self a whole lot of cash on a therapist and instead use IG’s services free of charge!
Anyhoo had an extremely weird dream last night and have had various interoperations. Any comments are more than welcomed.
The dream started off with me and some one (can’t remember who – though it was not a family member) walking into the cemetery where my grand ma is buried. (The place was exactly what it looks like in real life)
I walk in, go pay my respects at my grandmother’s grave and start to look for another grave. At this point of time I realize that some of the graves have been moved around and the grave I am looking for is not in its original position.
Slightly frantic I begin to search until some one point’s out one grave. Its black granite and very well decorated but there is no name on it. Yet I know this is the one I am searching for. The people next to be say they need to open the grave to confirm the person’s identity.
They open the grave and inside is my grandfather – perfectly preserved.
I see this and sit down next to the open casket and bawl hysterically.
That was pretty much the dream. I have never met my grandfather – well I probably was just a couple of months old when he passed away.
When I was telling my dad my dream I described what my grand dad was wearing. Although hazy I knew he was wearing a suit, and the colors black, grey and red were present. According to my dad that is exactly what he was buried in.
My interpretation: an unconscious desire for me to know more about the family history and learn about my grandparents.
My dad’s view was that my grandfather was reaching out to me and he needs prayers.
IG’s view: (in her words)
Well, first thoughts (and this is largely guess work and likely to not be entirely accurate)
Your hysteria at the grave not being there suggests some anxiety about something being lost- perhaps at your current insecurity about a certain friendship?? And something changing suggested by renovation (in your dream) you obviously don’t want it to change
Black granite- my associations are of something strong and solid
What’s the association to there being "no name"? What is YOUR association to namelessness?
Shreez: well some times I feel like I am a nameless person, like people just kind off forget about me.
IG: hhmmm, back to the dream, did you not want them to open the coffin
Shreez: I don’t remember exactly. I think I was not opposed to it - it was more for their satisfaction that they needed to now if it was the right grave but I knew it was the right one
IG: Okay. Listen. Some strong association and meaning just struck me. The body in the grave is a split part of you. As a result of this change, while one part is convinced of its own strength and stability, confident (body in grave) the other part; outside is hysterical and wants to cry
You don’t need them to open it up, yet for THEIR satisfaction they do. It’s like a test of your character strength perhaps
Nothing comes to me with respect to the no name thing. Something to do perhaps wit losing yourself as a result of all this splitting
Plus, the fact that you chose your grand father (a Lieutenant General) as a symbol suggests a desire to have that strength. Generals are strong and commanding figures
Shreez: well its weird u say that - because my thoughts lately have been that I show case my self to be a strong person - but with my insecurities with this certain friendship I have my self realized what an insecure, over analyzing, blowing things out of proportion in my mind person I can be
IG: Dream interpretation is like peeling an onion. Multilayered meanings as one uncovers the latent content from the manifest content, while the religious one doesn’t enter the picture for you or me. The other two- mine and your family interpretation are both making sense to you and therefore likely to be correct but, I think the family one is less deeper than the one that related to your own psychic processes
See that’s why it’s great having friends who are psychologists!
PS – any other views??
Friday, February 01, 2008
Family and friends!
For those who have been with me over the last 6 months of the year 2007 knew a small percentage of the shit I was going through. And as much as each of my best friends thought they knew what was going on, that was a minute part of it.
So when I went back home in December I cried.
Tears of happiness
Tears of sadness
The emotions that flooded me when I landed at the Indira Gandhi domestic airport, just left me as a blubbering mess but you know what I dint care what the other passengers thought of me. I was HOME!!
(Although my flight was four hours delayed and it took an hour 15 minutes to get my luggage – that’s what you get for traveling on Air Deccan)
Unconditional love: so good to be with people who love me, people who would do any thing for me, who with one look know how I am doing. To those even with the simplest caring tap on the shoulder show me they care.
To being with your own flesh and blood. Who no matter how you mess up will always be with you. My appreciation for my family grows day by day. I love you guys!!
P Diddy, Papa Romero, Blondie and Intellectual Goddess. The 4 people I am blessed enough to call as friends.
To my little brother, I love you so much and in the past one year you have changed so much, yet are still the same 7 year old I meet 12 years ago. It was so good hanging out with you.
Yes, I am extremely sentimental and highly emotional.
So when I went back home in December I cried.
Tears of happiness
Tears of sadness
The emotions that flooded me when I landed at the Indira Gandhi domestic airport, just left me as a blubbering mess but you know what I dint care what the other passengers thought of me. I was HOME!!
(Although my flight was four hours delayed and it took an hour 15 minutes to get my luggage – that’s what you get for traveling on Air Deccan)
Unconditional love: so good to be with people who love me, people who would do any thing for me, who with one look know how I am doing. To those even with the simplest caring tap on the shoulder show me they care.
To being with your own flesh and blood. Who no matter how you mess up will always be with you. My appreciation for my family grows day by day. I love you guys!!
P Diddy, Papa Romero, Blondie and Intellectual Goddess. The 4 people I am blessed enough to call as friends.
To my little brother, I love you so much and in the past one year you have changed so much, yet are still the same 7 year old I meet 12 years ago. It was so good hanging out with you.
Yes, I am extremely sentimental and highly emotional.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Hello?
Shreez: Good morning, KIS Community Office
H: Woah!
S: Hello ?
H: Shreez?
S: Yes, who is this?
H: Its H… uumm what’s with the voice?
S: Huh, what voice?
H: You just did this whole, sexy husky hello on the phone?
That’s pretty much the conversation. I have had my friends tease me about it. But that was my boss! And obviously it spread so now I have every one teasing me about my ‘sexy’ hello. You know just remembered that once some guy actually said I sounded like one of those girls on a girls gone wild hotline.
I really don’t know what the deal is. It’s not like I am trying to do any husky voice, nor do I have a cold. And honestly when I hear my voice recorded I think it sounds horrible and annoying. Very childlike. Yet people seem to disagree. Well it’s a compliment and who cares if my co workers tease me about my sultry voice.
Till next time
Good bye dhaarling!
H: Woah!
S: Hello ?
H: Shreez?
S: Yes, who is this?
H: Its H… uumm what’s with the voice?
S: Huh, what voice?
H: You just did this whole, sexy husky hello on the phone?
That’s pretty much the conversation. I have had my friends tease me about it. But that was my boss! And obviously it spread so now I have every one teasing me about my ‘sexy’ hello. You know just remembered that once some guy actually said I sounded like one of those girls on a girls gone wild hotline.
I really don’t know what the deal is. It’s not like I am trying to do any husky voice, nor do I have a cold. And honestly when I hear my voice recorded I think it sounds horrible and annoying. Very childlike. Yet people seem to disagree. Well it’s a compliment and who cares if my co workers tease me about my sultry voice.
Till next time
Good bye dhaarling!
Catharsis
I write this, not just as a post, but more as a personal catharsis. This form of writing is very different for me and may be by splitting up what I am going through makes accepting it a little easier. It’s not my best work, but it’s a release for me. It was written some time back, so dont think I am out of sync right now!
Does the heart rule the mind? Or does the mind rule the heart?
Mind
The heart convinced me (the mind) that the relationship was worth it. That no matter how many clues stood right in front of me I choose to ignore them. Until I had had enough and told the heart in pretty simple terms to bugger off.
But the heart once in a while gets center stage and floods me with emotions; making me ponder on the past that was never meant to be the future.
I decided that today I would be the controlling figure.
Taking center stage I announce to the rest of the body “Listen up and listen good! The feelings are some thing of the past; they no longer play a part in today’s situation. That is the stand we are taking and every one will help in projecting that.
Feet: you shall no longer walk for miles just to make sure he gets some thing to put a smile on his face
Arms: you shall no longer be there to hold his tired body
Eyes: you shall no longer scan his face to make sure he is ok
We will not watch him walk away.
We will not let even the slightest touch have any physiological effect on us
Are we clear?”
Heart
“I can’t deal with it. I can’t be expected to just shut down and ignore him. I am expected to look right through him. Always living on others expectations. I don’t think I can do this any more. I crushed what ever I felt, what ever I had so that he would not be hurt. But there is only that much you can crush down. And now he is with some one and I should be happy, but I am sad, not that he not with me, but the fact that he cannot look into my face. He can’t even bare being alone with me. We don’t talk and now even the simple hello is so strained!”
Body
“The emptiness is enveloping me. I feel hollow; this vacuum has been created within. Breathing is difficult and controlling the tears even more.”
Does the heart rule the mind? Or does the mind rule the heart?
Mind
The heart convinced me (the mind) that the relationship was worth it. That no matter how many clues stood right in front of me I choose to ignore them. Until I had had enough and told the heart in pretty simple terms to bugger off.
But the heart once in a while gets center stage and floods me with emotions; making me ponder on the past that was never meant to be the future.
I decided that today I would be the controlling figure.
Taking center stage I announce to the rest of the body “Listen up and listen good! The feelings are some thing of the past; they no longer play a part in today’s situation. That is the stand we are taking and every one will help in projecting that.
Feet: you shall no longer walk for miles just to make sure he gets some thing to put a smile on his face
Arms: you shall no longer be there to hold his tired body
Eyes: you shall no longer scan his face to make sure he is ok
We will not watch him walk away.
We will not let even the slightest touch have any physiological effect on us
Are we clear?”
Heart
“I can’t deal with it. I can’t be expected to just shut down and ignore him. I am expected to look right through him. Always living on others expectations. I don’t think I can do this any more. I crushed what ever I felt, what ever I had so that he would not be hurt. But there is only that much you can crush down. And now he is with some one and I should be happy, but I am sad, not that he not with me, but the fact that he cannot look into my face. He can’t even bare being alone with me. We don’t talk and now even the simple hello is so strained!”
Body
“The emptiness is enveloping me. I feel hollow; this vacuum has been created within. Breathing is difficult and controlling the tears even more.”
Wax and more!
Before anonymous, told me her story she knew I would love to blog about it. Oh how right she was!
I warn the male specimens who are reading this, you probably want to stop now, since I can guarantee you will be grossed out by the explicit details of a
Wait for it!
A Bikini Wax!
Trust me boys not the sexiest thing to have done to your self, but the after effects, well are so desirable aren’t they J
Its amazing the amount of pain which a woman puts her self through!
Pouring hot wax on ones ‘delicates’ (as A puts it) and then ripping out the hair, seriously girls what are we thinking!
The pain is excruciating, the situation is medley put quite odd and the fact that wax is dripping all around – uumm yeah not really the best thing to be discussing on a public forum!
I asked A how bad the pain was – she said well now I know what you went thru when you got a tattoo – ouch!
The funny part was that half way thrugh this painful and very weird experience she busrt out laughting.
“Shreez I was in so much pain that’s the only dam thing I could do” says A
Any way I guess its some thing every girl needs to go thru. I hope the men appreciate it!
Just too end off, I was reading an article in the Cosmo some time back about bikini waxes and the ladies who do it were dishing out all the dirt and one beautician said that a chick got turned on while getting one done and she (the beautician) had to hand her a couple of tissues and leave the room for a bit!
Talk about embarrassing. See now that’s one job I do not want ~ ever!
Talking about things one reads in the Cosmo – one issue had an article on sex related ER antidotes.
For example – a woman thought it would be funny to stuff a tennis ball up her man’s rear end. Long story cut short, it got stuck and needed to be removed surgically. While waiting in the ER for the surgeon, the guy started coughing real bad and out popped the ball, bouncing off the wall and hit the surgeon in the face.
You know one should feel sorry for the poor guy, but that is hilarious!
Yesh this is quite a random blog post, but have been pestered by many to get back to writing, so hopefully this shall be the start of many more to come!
I warn the male specimens who are reading this, you probably want to stop now, since I can guarantee you will be grossed out by the explicit details of a
Wait for it!
A Bikini Wax!
Trust me boys not the sexiest thing to have done to your self, but the after effects, well are so desirable aren’t they J
Its amazing the amount of pain which a woman puts her self through!
Pouring hot wax on ones ‘delicates’ (as A puts it) and then ripping out the hair, seriously girls what are we thinking!
The pain is excruciating, the situation is medley put quite odd and the fact that wax is dripping all around – uumm yeah not really the best thing to be discussing on a public forum!
I asked A how bad the pain was – she said well now I know what you went thru when you got a tattoo – ouch!
The funny part was that half way thrugh this painful and very weird experience she busrt out laughting.
“Shreez I was in so much pain that’s the only dam thing I could do” says A
Any way I guess its some thing every girl needs to go thru. I hope the men appreciate it!
Just too end off, I was reading an article in the Cosmo some time back about bikini waxes and the ladies who do it were dishing out all the dirt and one beautician said that a chick got turned on while getting one done and she (the beautician) had to hand her a couple of tissues and leave the room for a bit!
Talk about embarrassing. See now that’s one job I do not want ~ ever!
Talking about things one reads in the Cosmo – one issue had an article on sex related ER antidotes.
For example – a woman thought it would be funny to stuff a tennis ball up her man’s rear end. Long story cut short, it got stuck and needed to be removed surgically. While waiting in the ER for the surgeon, the guy started coughing real bad and out popped the ball, bouncing off the wall and hit the surgeon in the face.
You know one should feel sorry for the poor guy, but that is hilarious!
Yesh this is quite a random blog post, but have been pestered by many to get back to writing, so hopefully this shall be the start of many more to come!
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
She finally re enters the blogging world!
Wow, my last post was over 2 months back. Why such silence on my part ? (I am being watched I tell you, and for the matter of national security, I was asked to keep silent, to save the others)
Fine, that’s not true, but if it was... well basically shit has been happening in my life, and really don’t want to be broadcasting it here on public access.
Sorry if my post today seems some what cynical and oscillating between happiness and crappiness (is that a word?) life is just interesting isn’t it!
So what’s been happening on my side of the world you ask? Well I am currently in Hyderabad, been here for a couple of days and leave Friday morning, to get back to lovely Delhi. Oh I missed you my city, even with all your short comings, coming home is always nice.
Unconditional love, that’s a word which has been haunting my vocabulary for the past couple of months. They say distance makes the heart grown fonder, it always gives your brain time to comprehend the jack ass you have been and how much you miss the people who love you and care for you conditionally. I cant wait to come back home, that is the first time, since I have left home, where I count the days till I am back in Gurgaon!
It makes me wonder, am I jinxing this whole thing? I really do hope the three weeks at home go well... hopefully it’s long enough for us to appreciate and love each other, but short enough that we don’t get on each others nerves and kill each other.
Oh Murphy, don’t you dare show your face for the next couple of weeks.
Apart from that what else is happening here. Lots and lots of things, wish I could just blurt it all out, unfortunately my blog isn’t as anonymous as I would like it to be. What have I learnt in these past couple of months?
*people are complicated
*jealousy is a horrible thing
*love hurts
*unknown love is easier to deal with that a shattered heart
*the internet takes away awkwardness from a situation
*all nighters are easy, once you put your mind to it
*being alone is unnerving, well only for the first couple of days
*brothers are protective
*sisters even more so
There is much more to that list, however my mind refuses to corporate with me, to put them down, so it shall trickle down in a couple more posts in the future.
Am getting a laptop this vacation, so hopefully shall be able to do some more insightful posts in the near future.
I am going to 10D tom, ah my fav watering hole in lovely Hyd. Karaoke night... should be interesting
I mentioned earlier, that I was going diving in Oct, well I did and it was an absolute blast. I love bangaram, I love diving. I cant wait to go again!! and yes I got certified to be a level one diver. I totally rock :)
Any way now this post seems to be getting quite crappy, so before I really embarrass my self I shall sign off, hoping to get more posts in soon. I bid you farewell!
Fine, that’s not true, but if it was... well basically shit has been happening in my life, and really don’t want to be broadcasting it here on public access.
Sorry if my post today seems some what cynical and oscillating between happiness and crappiness (is that a word?) life is just interesting isn’t it!
So what’s been happening on my side of the world you ask? Well I am currently in Hyderabad, been here for a couple of days and leave Friday morning, to get back to lovely Delhi. Oh I missed you my city, even with all your short comings, coming home is always nice.
Unconditional love, that’s a word which has been haunting my vocabulary for the past couple of months. They say distance makes the heart grown fonder, it always gives your brain time to comprehend the jack ass you have been and how much you miss the people who love you and care for you conditionally. I cant wait to come back home, that is the first time, since I have left home, where I count the days till I am back in Gurgaon!
It makes me wonder, am I jinxing this whole thing? I really do hope the three weeks at home go well... hopefully it’s long enough for us to appreciate and love each other, but short enough that we don’t get on each others nerves and kill each other.
Oh Murphy, don’t you dare show your face for the next couple of weeks.
Apart from that what else is happening here. Lots and lots of things, wish I could just blurt it all out, unfortunately my blog isn’t as anonymous as I would like it to be. What have I learnt in these past couple of months?
*people are complicated
*jealousy is a horrible thing
*love hurts
*unknown love is easier to deal with that a shattered heart
*the internet takes away awkwardness from a situation
*all nighters are easy, once you put your mind to it
*being alone is unnerving, well only for the first couple of days
*brothers are protective
*sisters even more so
There is much more to that list, however my mind refuses to corporate with me, to put them down, so it shall trickle down in a couple more posts in the future.
Am getting a laptop this vacation, so hopefully shall be able to do some more insightful posts in the near future.
I am going to 10D tom, ah my fav watering hole in lovely Hyd. Karaoke night... should be interesting
I mentioned earlier, that I was going diving in Oct, well I did and it was an absolute blast. I love bangaram, I love diving. I cant wait to go again!! and yes I got certified to be a level one diver. I totally rock :)
Any way now this post seems to be getting quite crappy, so before I really embarrass my self I shall sign off, hoping to get more posts in soon. I bid you farewell!
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Aachooo! sniffle sniffle
Was complaining to some one about the fact that I hate hvaing a cold, the constand feeling of wanting to sneeze along with the tingling sensation, blurry eyes and tears rolling down my cheeks, its not the best feeling.
t: oh yeah, I know that feeling, its like being on the verge of having an orgasm
me: splutter splutter,What ?!?!
t: yeah totally, you know you are on the verge of sneezing, you want it so bad, its right there, your body tingles, your toes curl... verge of an orgasm same thing!
me: uumm
t: and once its done, you feel dam good!
me: t.. when was the last time you had some?
t: why do you ask?
me: because it must have been a long time, for you to convert some thing as snotty as sneezing into some thing sexual!
t: bah! what do you know
t: oh yeah, I know that feeling, its like being on the verge of having an orgasm
me: splutter splutter,What ?!?!
t: yeah totally, you know you are on the verge of sneezing, you want it so bad, its right there, your body tingles, your toes curl... verge of an orgasm same thing!
me: uumm
t: and once its done, you feel dam good!
me: t.. when was the last time you had some?
t: why do you ask?
me: because it must have been a long time, for you to convert some thing as snotty as sneezing into some thing sexual!
t: bah! what do you know
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