Miss Frodo
And God, in the form of my mum, said ‘let there be no pain, only pleasure’. : ) (Taken with instagram)

And God, in the form of my mum, said ‘let there be no pain, only pleasure’. : ) (Taken with instagram)

Taken with instagram

Taken with instagram

Bohemian! (Taken with instagram)

Bohemian! (Taken with instagram)

Creamy ice cream for all your blues! : ) (Taken with instagram)

Creamy ice cream for all your blues! : ) (Taken with instagram)

Sceneryy (Taken with instagram)

Sceneryy (Taken with instagram)

Johnny bravo! (Taken with instagram)

Johnny bravo! (Taken with instagram)

Smurf and smurfette!  (Taken with instagram)

Smurf and smurfette! (Taken with instagram)

Smurf on my workstation! :) :) (Taken with instagram)

Smurf on my workstation! :) :) (Taken with instagram)

Taken with instagram

Taken with instagram

Hello kitty at my workstation! :P

Hello kitty at my workstation! :P

Naughty croc on my workstation! :P

Naughty croc on my workstation! :P

I am broke but not happy!

I’ve grown up listening to Alanis Morissette’s Hand in Pocket. I used to relate to it until I started living life with my own money which never seems to last. So much for being broke but happy. I read somewhere that women spend three years of their life in shopping. So yes I shop a lot and at the shopping bit I lose more money than I can imagine. But besides shopping its the bare necessities like awesome food, travel, movies, frooti addiction, chocolates, phone recharges and bills where money just disappears! The vacations, buying wedding and birthday gifts and expensive gadgets just digs deep into the teensy bit of savings. Honestly, no one’s ever adored a Mister Scroodge really. But its the balance between being a spendthrift and being a miser that is absolutely essential. And just so you know, I love my money, notes, moolah, cash.  And money does talk. It talks to me everyday. Everytime I open my wallet, all I can hear it say is “buhbye, see ya!”.

In Saudi Arabia, a woman may divorce her husband if he does not keep her supplied with coffee. — UberFacts (@UberFacts)

The lamp you must rub.

The lamp you must rub.

Oxytocin : The poisonous cuddle hormone

Researching about strange feelings helps you find some of the most delightful pieces of information you’ll ever come across. One such piece I found was that of the ‘love hormone’. Yes, all your inexplicable feelings for someone can be blamed on the hormone oxytocin.

The composition of oxytocin was all mumbo jumbo for me but just for your reference, it is a is a peptide of non amino acids (a nonapeptide). Its systematic name is cysteine-tyrosine-isoleucine-glutamine-asparagine-cysteine-proline-leucine-glycine-amine (cys – tyr – ile – gln – asn – cys – pro – leu – gly - NH2, or CYIQNCPLG-NH2). and it has a molecular mass of 1007 daltons. Although I did not understand a word I have written above, I’m simply hoping a chemistry student reads my blog.

Moving on to more important things about the hormone, it evokes feelings of contentment, reductions in anxiety, and feelings of calmness and security around the mate. It is secreted from the pituitary gland and cannot enter the brain due to a barrier but has super awesome effects within our brains. It makes you feel all mushy and in love when you get super close to someone. Yes, our very own lurve-evoking-chemical. While I was reading about the ectasy pill, I read somewhere that it stimulates oxytocin activity. And we all know what emotions the ecstacy heightens! Too much of cuddling increases oxytocin, the biological formula of love, which makes us go weak in the knees. So yes, next time you feel all mushy cos you kissed someone, you can blame it on oxytocin! :P