Today.

Ladies and Gentlemen. I had a Rocking weekend! And I am missing it already. Yes, Yes. I can hear what you shout. Missing it till next weekend.

After a rocking weekend, I really dont seem to have anything to complain about today.
Except that it is not a saturday/sunday/other holiday/I-saved-the-world-day.

Romance is interesting. I am presently helping out a friend patafy his site. And he seems to be one of the most undaringest persons I have seen. Whats love without a bit of risk.
But thinking of odds against him, the lack of confidence maybe because he is a typical softish South-Indian while the girl is a hep Mid-Indian. Or maybe because when she starts speaking in Hindi, he is as lost as kangaroos in Alaska. Or maybe because the site already has a boyfriend for a year now and doesnt seem to be interested in a new one. Or maybe because of the fact that she is getting married soon. Or maybe he does not know the fact that I am expert in such situations and does not trust me on that. Whatever.

But I'll tell you what ok. As I had stated earlier it is just the Conspiracy of the Hormones (TM). And there is NO denying it. Some people are frank enough to accept it and display attraction to palatable levels. Certain people overdo it and their obtrusive proclivity earns them the name and infamy of a flirt. And the dangerous certain are those who are not audacious enough to manifest their emotions and are equally bitchy about others' love-lives. They are the real pain-in-the-@$$. I am forced to coerce a censor on my page to which I am utterly butterly disinclined, because of the gamut of viewership for this page. Else this concept would have been more understandable with clear examples. Blame God for small disadvantages.

I see that I have exceeded my time at office by a good 30 minutes now. And dinner beckons. I shall catch you all by tomorrow. Tadaah.