Why It's okay To Taste Your Own Breast Milk

Kourtney Kardashian, you have to understand is not crazy.The thirty year actress has confessed that she has tasted her own breast milk, and she liked it.No..! there's nothing to be astonished about,or disgusted or exited or whatever it is that people feel when they read something like this.

According to a recent poll in America, thirty percent of women said, they have tasted their own breast milk, thirty five percent said, they would like to taste their breast milk, thirty had indifferent opinion, five percent said they'd like to taste someone Else's(that must have been paris hilton and her friends).

Breast milk is a milk for infants, supposed to be highly nutritious. By mentioning this I don't mean to say that she is drinking her own milk for nutritious purpose, oh! come'on, its not like she is feeling a bit dizzy and she suddenly starts sucking her milk producing organ.No! that... I am sure she wouldn't do. That would be.. uh.. I don't know.. there are some things which are quite difficult to explain.

And if you are one of those "there is a reason behind every thing" types.Then you are free to do a research on it.but I think it's like asking why sky is blue, grass green, or why someone likes missionary position.Why the fuck do you even care.

Oh ! and that's time! sorry, guys, but this kind of stuff makes my eyes roll back in my head. I am, however, obligated to say that if there are questions you have, delete them from your head.and that's enough of that.kourtney, we forgive you, for drinking your own milk, as a matter of fact, who wouldn't?

Why am I talking about this? WTF I am better off those lousy news channels who are busy telecasting dhoni's weedding, or some sting operation or paris hilton's sex tape and every damn shit that can be captured on camera.

2 Drunk men, Royal Bengal room, Girls, and bullshitting

"I think its on the left somewhere," the girl said.She said that pointing her fingers to the right.Either she was very stupid or day dreaming looking at two a little drunk and good looking men."
"You mean on the right side," I said
She managed a nervous smile and by the time she could say something, her friend pulled her by her hand, turned her and walked away telling me "it's there somewhere."
"wasn't that a Little rude," my friend DK said.I am not sure she heard it, even if she did, she did not turn back.

"Do you often come to city centre," DK asks.
"yes"
"Do you know where is royal Bengal room"
"It's near hangout"
"Where is hangout, actually we are new i the city," DK said
"It's near ...um...okay, come I'll show you."
He is so good at lying, especially with girls. There is not much to talk about DK, except he is tall, stinking rich, and he exists.
He thanked her, complimented her on her clothes or bag or some other shit that I cant remember.I call him Casanova,very apposite for him.

"Which state are you from," the woman asks.
"United states," I say.she laughs manically. I had to say this to stop two people staring at each other with obscene thought running in their heads..

A good 40 minutes had passed, we had asked this question to about 10 odd people.It was DK's idea, he likes bullshitting.
Then we saw a tall married women with attractive features, and loads of make up, she must put on make up with a shovel to have a face look like white paint.
I stared at all that was protruding, although I didn't want to. I was still staring while DK popped with the question.

she stopped, looked at me, examined all my organs, asked my name, where I lived, and promised to take us to Royal Bengal Room. Either she really wanted to help us or she was too sexually deprived.When we got to Royal Bengal room, to our utter dismay, It was closed, we had to pretend that we were calling someone to open the door, until she left, and before it became embarrassing.

Three girls were walking towards us, they were dressed in pink or black or pink or black, I am not sure.They had the usual smiles, the usual make up ALA Sex And The City, only they were younger and didn't have martini glasses in their hands.We step in and ask the usual question.One of them nudged another and she nudged someone else,we were made to repeat twice, then they came up with "ask someone else, we don't know."
How dumb isn't it.
"And that's it," I tell DK "you've had your fun ."
I turn and cross over to the side where the pan shop is.

Vuvuzela, Messi, me, and the biggest sporting extravaganza

You switch on the TV, you get a couch for yourself, you find a sweet a spot, and look for the remote, you can't find it, because you are sitting on it.You don't know that you are sitting on it, until you get up to pee, come back, sit on it again,and suddenly realise that your butt hurts.

You are pissed, you want to hurl the remote on to the TV, you would if you could, and if it wasn't a big ass plasma TV, You get to the sports channel, you don't look at the screen, you don't need to, you need to hear. yeah!If you hear that irritating noise of vuvuzela, you're sure the match is on.

You are bare foot, you are wearing shorts, your burgers are ready next to the table, you have a fag in one hand, and popcorn in another, and your favorite player is on show today, Lionel Messi.It feels wonderful.

Messi takes on three defenders, goes past another two, then he is tripped, pushed, shoved, and manhandled.These bloody German's wont let him play, wont let him have the ball.The crowd erupts, it's a goal, the German's score, all 4 of them. Diego Maradona berries his face in his hands.I wonder what he Will do after this defeat.I wonder what Argentina will do if he leaves.i wonder how messi's feeling. "He must be devastated," one of the commentator says.

This month has been a week of upsets.Brazil knocked out in the second round.Last year's finalist's Italy and France couldn't even make it to second round.Fedrer lost to berdych.It would have been another upset had Holland won, But spain deserved it.I am quite fond of the way Spain play, but I was a little disappointed, however.Yes they won the world cup, but didn't play like the champions.It doesn't matter what I think. What matter's is that, they are the European Champions and now the world champions.

Players like Kaka, Ronaldo, Rooney, Messi, Torres couldn't show their magic.Still, though veteran's like Robben, Forlarn and xavi showed their class.Thomas Muller must be in the seventh heaven. You are 20 years old, it's your first world cup, and you win the golden boot, that's what you call destiny, I guess. The biggest sporting event , We are going to miss it of course.The arguments, late night beer with friends, the roller coaster emotional ride, the octopus making headlines, winning bets.We use to bet like crazy,Really crazy, thank god Spain won or else my friend was supposed to piss on my feet, that was the bet.since the World Cup is over,If you are still wondering how you are going to spend your evenings.Read my blog.That's your answer.

There's always something to infuriate me, always.

Unless, of course, you have the charm, a pleasant appearance, and the grace to carry it off, all that attitude is nugatory.

I felt a twitch of annoyance, yes, I use the word twitch here Because that's exactly how I felt yesterday, during Sanjay Saraf's Strategic financial management's class, when I was asked not to talk by a girl sitting in front me.

Because It's seven in the morning, and because Sanjay Saraf is like your old uncle who just won't shut up, the class is exceedingly monotonous and sleep inducing, to say the least. Therefore I sit at the back, crack jokes, have fun, which the girl didn't seem to like, I presume.

Right. So I stop talking, not entirely, but partly, rather softly, not that I wanted to,however.But It's alright if It's causing people trouble.
I wouldn't have spoken to her had she been not arrogant while talking to me.

"Hey, were you not able to hear properly," I ask her.

"no," she says.

"I should hope not, it was a private conversation," I say with a big smile on my face.

"I know it was a private conversation,but I was getting distracted,"

what? It's a joke sunshine, and you are supposed to laugh, if you understand it, that is.

"you should focus on the screen instead of eavesdropping," I say with a smile not as big as the previous one.

"But I was getting distracted," she says pointing to her ears.

"shut the hell up, you just don't get it. Do you? It's all wasted on you.Isn't it? you white trash piece of dumb ass," I wanted to say this, but didn't(because she's a lady and you should treat her like a lady. I don't say it. Tom Jones says it in his song "She's A Lady")

I find it ludicrous and extremely puerile.Only goodness knows Why these girls have this deliberate an stubborn desire to behave unacceptably, It's like a turtle , you touch them and they'll go into their shell to protect themselves.