34 Years and a half and counting

Wasn't it just yesterday that i celebrated my 34th birthday with a bang? And here i am at 34 and a half trying to blog something about my life because everybody else seem to be doing. Maybe i'll have fun doing it..maybe not...but atleast blogging something right now keeps me from doing something not worth doing...like smoking? Finally, i have kicked the bad habit at 34 after smoking for 14 long years...God knows how much damage i have done to body...better late than never though...i would like to think God will erase the nicotines inside me and let me start anew...or would that be asking too much? I can try getting hooked on something new instead...like eating...or how about some kind of sports that will help me get into shape...wakeboarding sounds cool..badminton maybe...though i'd rather do something less inconvenient..i really hate the hassles of preparing for an exercise...can i just do a sport in my office attire? i can run in leather shoes...bad idea i know! The one thing i enjoy doing most this past 34 years and a half is drinking coffee and talking to people...chat chat chat....about movies, about other people, about business, about stuff..oh and politics too...nothing like a good afternoon exchanging words over coffee..aaah...just like what i am doing right now i guess...which reminds me..it's time for my afternoon perk...cheers for Starbucks coffee...whoever started it deserves an applause...kudos from me...i live for coffee...and Starbucks coffee makes me live for more...beer i can do without...i know how uncool that one sounds but i was never a beer drinker this 34 years...You may wonder what my social alcohol would be-- Kurant 7 is it! Cheers! Not now, but tonite hopefully. Trying to nurse a running nose right now. Must be the undecisive weather we've been having lately. I've been hating the weather! Can't it atleast decide for once how it wants to be for the day? Or atleast for the next 6 hours? Bright and sunny or cloudy with thunderstorms? It makes we wanna just stay in bed and ignore the weather happenings outside. Alright so that's just some lame excuse of mine to stay in bed. I love my bed more than anything--well, not really but i do love my bed. It's my most perfect getaway, my favorite destination more than all the countries I have been to this past 34 years and a half. My bed knows me and accepts me and loves me more than anyone or anything in this world. Well not really but it really does. It's been with me for three years only but it knows me like i know myself. Timecheck: coffee time. It's been too much blog, isn't it? Or is this more of a blab? Is there like a rule how many words make an interesting blog? Later then...