Been working late the past few weeks and a friend comments "gosh LD, you've become a work-o-holic! This is not the way to deal with "keeping yourself busy to take mind off things"!!" - Only she doesn't know the work load and it does help to keep mind off things.
Was looking forward to a trip with the coolest bunch of friends.. only it keeps getting postponed and I'm not sure whether this trip will forever be stuck in planning stage... like it has been for a while now...
Don't smoke anymore... even when stressed.. :) Listened to doc and somehow stay away from it.. whoop! I feel good...:D
During work, when colleagues, clients, bosses etc piss me off.. I envision slaughtering them in my mind.. and it's pure torture.. I close my eyes for a few seconds and picture it till the anger goes down.. Helps.. but isn't good practice.
Lots of colleagues tell me to be a copy-writer... but that isn't what I want to do...
Trying to be better than ourselves at present is what we must strive to do. So last Sunday I went for a swim after ages and managed to swim 6 extra lenghts.. :) and then had ice cream in the night after a dinner of apples. :( sigh!
I'm craving for Sushi and I was warned of such cravings by DQ.
I've been eating lots of salad and fruits lately.. and feels good and light.. but never will I ever lose weight! :S
Days come and go... time flies... and sometimes everything seems to lack purpose and meaning...
Working late again...
Over and out.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Saturday, July 25, 2009
The very first Japanese experience
Last night I was working really late.. and DramaQueen was in a mood to do something as her mother had been out of the country for a few weeks giving her a taste of total freedom which I SO wish I could have.. and it happened to be her last day to experience it as the mother lands today.
So I took a break from work and we decided to go for dinner.. After much thought, we settled for Japanese food as I've never really tried it before and she loved it to bits.
We went to Sakura in Kolpetty and the whole experience was damn good! It was fun to sit on the floor and DQ gave me a good explanation of everything. Since I wasn't familiar with the food at all, I let DQ do the ordering.
First came the hot face towels and then we were given chopsticks. Now, I've never tried using chopsticks before and so DQ was helping me hold it properly and till the food came, I was practicing picking things up and dropping them back in place.. like the face towels and toothpicks..:) and finally got the hang of it. (pic below)
Then came the food...I was told how the food was made and about the wasabi.I tried a little wasabi and was warned about the 'hit' but I didn't feel anything like that.. So took a little more and still didn't experience the so called 'hit'..then finally when I tried the sushi (which I really liked) with more wasabi and soy sauce,man it hit me so hard I actually started to tear a little and I thought everything was going to come out of my nose!
So all in all I loved it... the chopsticks did hurt my fingers and palm a little.. I think I stressed them a little too much.. but I was full as DQ had ordered a lot of food.. and absolutely LOVED it! and when we had finished we sat for a while longer as we weren't sure whether we could actually get up..:) But I must say the bill made me freeze a little..
Must do this again soon...
Thanks so much DQ... it was what I really needed... a change... and something fun..:) love you looooaaadddsss!!!:)
Here are some pics:
This is what the place looked like..
Some of the menu cards..
Me trying to master the art of using chopsticks...:)
Some of the food..:) more came later..
So I took a break from work and we decided to go for dinner.. After much thought, we settled for Japanese food as I've never really tried it before and she loved it to bits.
We went to Sakura in Kolpetty and the whole experience was damn good! It was fun to sit on the floor and DQ gave me a good explanation of everything. Since I wasn't familiar with the food at all, I let DQ do the ordering.
First came the hot face towels and then we were given chopsticks. Now, I've never tried using chopsticks before and so DQ was helping me hold it properly and till the food came, I was practicing picking things up and dropping them back in place.. like the face towels and toothpicks..:) and finally got the hang of it. (pic below)
Then came the food...I was told how the food was made and about the wasabi.I tried a little wasabi and was warned about the 'hit' but I didn't feel anything like that.. So took a little more and still didn't experience the so called 'hit'..then finally when I tried the sushi (which I really liked) with more wasabi and soy sauce,man it hit me so hard I actually started to tear a little and I thought everything was going to come out of my nose!
So all in all I loved it... the chopsticks did hurt my fingers and palm a little.. I think I stressed them a little too much.. but I was full as DQ had ordered a lot of food.. and absolutely LOVED it! and when we had finished we sat for a while longer as we weren't sure whether we could actually get up..:) But I must say the bill made me freeze a little..
Must do this again soon...
Thanks so much DQ... it was what I really needed... a change... and something fun..:) love you looooaaadddsss!!!:)
Here are some pics:
This is what the place looked like..
Some of the menu cards..
Me trying to master the art of using chopsticks...:)
Some of the food..:) more came later..
Friday, July 24, 2009
Overdose
There are nights when I'm physically tired after work and just want to sleep after I get home...but my mind is busy wandering around making me feel uneasy and sleep does not come.. This is can frustrating...
There are times I just manage through it somehow.. I listen to music or pray or look out the window and enjoy the serene calmness in the world outside etc etc. But then last night I really couldn't take it and was looking around for something that could make me go Zzzzzzzzzzzzz..
So then I found a bit of Piriton syrup left and took it.. Didn't even bother looking into the dosage and just drank it.. fell asleep peacefully...but I think I many have taken a little over the dose... coz I woke up late and I'm still sleepy and drowsy... and there's a truck load of work to attend to..
I drove to work with loud music... and a silent brother seated next to me.
Then after parking Mandy (car) and waiting to cross the road to get to office, a man of about 50 yrs in age came towards me with his daughter and asked me something...
In my drowsy state I heard it as "Can I take you home?"
I winced
Squinted my eyes in the hot sun and stared at him while my brain was verifying whether I heard it right...
A few seconds pass by
He repeats himself.."Does the 120 bus take this route?"
I nodded (not knowing whether it really does or not but recalled someone saying it does some time back)
Then I remembered that I was waiting to cross the road and found my way to office.
Now I'm still very sleepy... I wish we had a sick room like we did in school and college..:S
There are times I just manage through it somehow.. I listen to music or pray or look out the window and enjoy the serene calmness in the world outside etc etc. But then last night I really couldn't take it and was looking around for something that could make me go Zzzzzzzzzzzzz..
So then I found a bit of Piriton syrup left and took it.. Didn't even bother looking into the dosage and just drank it.. fell asleep peacefully...but I think I many have taken a little over the dose... coz I woke up late and I'm still sleepy and drowsy... and there's a truck load of work to attend to..
I drove to work with loud music... and a silent brother seated next to me.
Then after parking Mandy (car) and waiting to cross the road to get to office, a man of about 50 yrs in age came towards me with his daughter and asked me something...
In my drowsy state I heard it as "Can I take you home?"
I winced
Squinted my eyes in the hot sun and stared at him while my brain was verifying whether I heard it right...
A few seconds pass by
He repeats himself.."Does the 120 bus take this route?"
I nodded (not knowing whether it really does or not but recalled someone saying it does some time back)
Then I remembered that I was waiting to cross the road and found my way to office.
Now I'm still very sleepy... I wish we had a sick room like we did in school and college..:S
Thursday, July 23, 2009
The corn guy
There's a supermarket close to my office which I visit frequently. There's a Magic Corn unit in this supermarket and a new guy is in operation. While I was waiting for my portion y-day I was wondering what it must be like to be on the other side of this unit, taking orders and making them and delivering them from morning till night.
My heart goes out to people who have to work hard to just get by.. When I first saw this new guy, my heart just went out to him so much that I just wanted to hug him. :)
It's this feeling that I get like I wish I could give him all my money and ask him to live a good life..
He is very small made, has deformed ears, sweet smile, very pleasant personality and is a total gentleman when he speaks. He speaks good English too..
The image of that little guy is stuck in my head and I really feel sorry for him and I'm not sure why...
Oh and he's very generous with the cheese too...:)
Poor people, gardeners, garbage truck people, servants etc etc.. they all make me feel sorry for them... but atleast they know how to survive..:)
The other day, I was listening to a good friend who was talking about all his problems. When I was listening to all the debt that his family was in, it was an eye-opener to that fact which we all know 'some people suffer more as they have worst problems'.
But maybe if people took a little time to think things through and be a little patient, certain problems could be less serious. But then,time just has a way with everything sometimes eh?
My heart goes out to people who have to work hard to just get by.. When I first saw this new guy, my heart just went out to him so much that I just wanted to hug him. :)
It's this feeling that I get like I wish I could give him all my money and ask him to live a good life..
He is very small made, has deformed ears, sweet smile, very pleasant personality and is a total gentleman when he speaks. He speaks good English too..
The image of that little guy is stuck in my head and I really feel sorry for him and I'm not sure why...
Oh and he's very generous with the cheese too...:)
Poor people, gardeners, garbage truck people, servants etc etc.. they all make me feel sorry for them... but atleast they know how to survive..:)
The other day, I was listening to a good friend who was talking about all his problems. When I was listening to all the debt that his family was in, it was an eye-opener to that fact which we all know 'some people suffer more as they have worst problems'.
But maybe if people took a little time to think things through and be a little patient, certain problems could be less serious. But then,time just has a way with everything sometimes eh?
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
The weight issue... and the bloody condition!
For those of you who know me and have seen me, would know my weight problem.. and those who don't...well I'm over-weight.. and possess the most broadest hips of all times!
So, I never really had a problem with it, but my mum did and still does... She doesn't get it that I cannot be the sexy daughter many mothers have. She was sexy and very slim during her young age and thinks it's possible for me too..
I exercise a lot.. I swim, jog and do yoga.. during school time I was a tennis player, swimmer and occasional net-ball and badminton player too. After school I used to work out a lot at the gym and do aerobics until I developed a back problem and then the ankle ligament stretched. Plus, I don't eat much either and hardly had lunch during work the last 3 months! If I remember and get hungry I just have a bran cracker or two..
Anyways, so after a lot of nagging and whining from the mother, eventhough I left work late I still managed to make it in time for an appointment with a hormone specialist at 9pm today... which was an hour ago. Yes, work has become hectic and stressful and long.
So, we meet the doc who was very lovely and jovial. I was silent and let my mum do all the talking. He just listened and told my mum what the problem was.
First he asked me whether I was happy... I said I was fine..
Then he told my mum that I'm a creation of her and my dad and that they're the ones who gave me my genes.
He said I've a condition called polycystic ovary which has no cure and that's why I put on weight and never lose no matter what... He said to be happy and continue to exercise to keep fit... he also asked me to run some tests which I will attend to when I'm free.
He asked me if I smoked - in my mother's presence I said No and he gave me 'the look' which said he knew I was lying..:s and he adviced me not to.... point and advice taken.
He asked me if I drink alco - I said occasionally...to which he replied saying that a drink is fine but not to have beer as it will make the weight issue worse..
Then he went on to talk about my education qualifications and my job and was highly impressed and loved conversing with me..:) He even got the nurse to check how many patients were left as he loved talking to me..lol
So then, he gave a few tips of advice...and said that miracles don't happen like that.. and that this is me... He was upset at the things my mum was saying and how she was looking at it.. I felt sad too... but then, she would never change...
He called me a 'very sweet girl' and told me to get back with test reports...but this is me.... He said his daughter was half my age, twice my size but taller than me...:s
I do wish I was taller though... :S
One day I hope my mum would get it... and stop repeating herself all the time... Coz I've tried so hard..and there's nothing more I can do...
So, I never really had a problem with it, but my mum did and still does... She doesn't get it that I cannot be the sexy daughter many mothers have. She was sexy and very slim during her young age and thinks it's possible for me too..
I exercise a lot.. I swim, jog and do yoga.. during school time I was a tennis player, swimmer and occasional net-ball and badminton player too. After school I used to work out a lot at the gym and do aerobics until I developed a back problem and then the ankle ligament stretched. Plus, I don't eat much either and hardly had lunch during work the last 3 months! If I remember and get hungry I just have a bran cracker or two..
Anyways, so after a lot of nagging and whining from the mother, eventhough I left work late I still managed to make it in time for an appointment with a hormone specialist at 9pm today... which was an hour ago. Yes, work has become hectic and stressful and long.
So, we meet the doc who was very lovely and jovial. I was silent and let my mum do all the talking. He just listened and told my mum what the problem was.
First he asked me whether I was happy... I said I was fine..
Then he told my mum that I'm a creation of her and my dad and that they're the ones who gave me my genes.
He said I've a condition called polycystic ovary which has no cure and that's why I put on weight and never lose no matter what... He said to be happy and continue to exercise to keep fit... he also asked me to run some tests which I will attend to when I'm free.
He asked me if I smoked - in my mother's presence I said No and he gave me 'the look' which said he knew I was lying..:s and he adviced me not to.... point and advice taken.
He asked me if I drink alco - I said occasionally...to which he replied saying that a drink is fine but not to have beer as it will make the weight issue worse..
Then he went on to talk about my education qualifications and my job and was highly impressed and loved conversing with me..:) He even got the nurse to check how many patients were left as he loved talking to me..lol
So then, he gave a few tips of advice...and said that miracles don't happen like that.. and that this is me... He was upset at the things my mum was saying and how she was looking at it.. I felt sad too... but then, she would never change...
He called me a 'very sweet girl' and told me to get back with test reports...but this is me.... He said his daughter was half my age, twice my size but taller than me...:s
I do wish I was taller though... :S
One day I hope my mum would get it... and stop repeating herself all the time... Coz I've tried so hard..and there's nothing more I can do...
Little things...
Little things that I have come to appreciate these few days..
- I took the day off for graduation last Thursday and when I came to work on Friday, the guy on my team, who is also the immediate boss had kept a nice card on my monitor wishing me for graduating and he has known that purple is my favourite colour and left sweet little purple flowers on my monitor near the card. sweet! I was touched.
- At times when the depression is up, I feel fed up with life and actually look into religion. One astrologer warned me not to read too much as I might get really fed up with everything and only look at the suffering and get too involved with it and not live a normal life..:s oh pleaze! But the knowledge certainly adds meaning to life..
- I'm thankful for the awesome invention of contact lenses. :) but not happy about the price tag attached to mine..:S
- The girl for whom I bought the wedding saree last month, or was it early this month, wants me to attend her little wedding ceremony which is next month...:) sweet!
- Lindt white chocolate slabs by a generous and good neighbour..:)
- A great jog with 2 lovely, crazy and heart-warming people..:)
- Stinky ayurevedic treatment for my ankle - which actually is working and feels SO much better.
I'm gonna have to stop now as I've tonnes of work to handle all by myself today..
I can't seem to get out of this mindset... to forget... and to move away and move on... it sucks... and I'm done trying... So yea... sometimes it gets hard... still..
See y'all...
- I took the day off for graduation last Thursday and when I came to work on Friday, the guy on my team, who is also the immediate boss had kept a nice card on my monitor wishing me for graduating and he has known that purple is my favourite colour and left sweet little purple flowers on my monitor near the card. sweet! I was touched.
- At times when the depression is up, I feel fed up with life and actually look into religion. One astrologer warned me not to read too much as I might get really fed up with everything and only look at the suffering and get too involved with it and not live a normal life..:s oh pleaze! But the knowledge certainly adds meaning to life..
- I'm thankful for the awesome invention of contact lenses. :) but not happy about the price tag attached to mine..:S
- The girl for whom I bought the wedding saree last month, or was it early this month, wants me to attend her little wedding ceremony which is next month...:) sweet!
- Lindt white chocolate slabs by a generous and good neighbour..:)
- A great jog with 2 lovely, crazy and heart-warming people..:)
- Stinky ayurevedic treatment for my ankle - which actually is working and feels SO much better.
I'm gonna have to stop now as I've tonnes of work to handle all by myself today..
I can't seem to get out of this mindset... to forget... and to move away and move on... it sucks... and I'm done trying... So yea... sometimes it gets hard... still..
See y'all...
Monday, July 20, 2009
Young people and experience
Looking back at the weekend, I would say it was neutral. Attended my yoga class on both Saturday and Sunday and felt great. Sunday morning included the yoga master pouring lukewarm water with salt into each nostril (one at a time) and letting it flow out through the other. This actually felt refreshing though the idea seems freaky. It's supposed to clear the nasal system, help reduce migraine, good for Asthma etc etc...
The disgusting part is, he also put a few drops of ghee oil (heated) into each nostril and I kept smelling butter the entire day! Hated that part coz my throat was ithcy and I kept coughing for a few minutes. But the salt water thing was cool, funny to watch, and it helps clear the system if done frequently.
Anyways, going back to what I originally wanted to blog about.. There are some family friends who had come down from abroad and their son is around 18ish I think and he's studying here. It was his b'day and some mutual family friends were invited and some of the b'day boy's college friends were there too.
I walked into the party and pushed my bro with the young people (17-20 yrs olds) and I went and sat with the ladies sipping red wine and munching on cashew nuts and helping myself to cucumber and carrots with salad creme..
Then I was surprised to see a friend who used to work with me in this crowd and he came towards me and talked to me. He bugged me to join the group of youngsters and said that I don't belong in the 'civilised' people's area..:) lol
So I let him drag me and went out to where these youngsters were and actually had a great time. I got along pretty well and was even better after a few glasses of beer. I met a cool tattoo artist, a girl who was very confused about her life, a few girls who dropped out of school after O/Ls and were going to college and a very cute young white boy with a super hot SL girlfriend..:)
Anyways, so after making conversation and having a good time with these people I'm told by one 'high' guy that he knows a girl who has a tattoo of a *ahem* (lady's private area) on her lower back! I thought it was a little weird.. then again, it's personal choice...
Then there was this girl who was pretty high, 17 yrs of age, and she was repeating herself 3 times with whatever she said... I had to listen to her life story, things about her boyfriend and the upcoming ball in their college 3 times over and over! Not fun!
She tells me that she's been dating this guy for 6 months and he's in UK... when she asked him whether he was coming down for the ball, he had said 'maybe'. So she took the 'maybe' as a 'no' and asked someone else to go to the ball with her... and now he says he's coming and she's angry that he didn't make it clear before.. and she says she needs to have 'the talk' with him when he's down..
When I was 17, all I did was have fun with friends.. flirt with this guy I liked...and took life easy and hated the studying part in school but managed well.... times are so different already!
So then this girl sits with me and asks me if I'm seeing anyone.... and when I said I wasn't and don't intend to for a very long time or ever again, she tells me that her bf has a hot older brother who's got a pumped up body and sexy biceps and wants to fix me up with him... I just ignored all of this when she suddenly got up and walked out...
Then she started sitting by herself in the garden and crying.. We were looking at each other wondering whether we had said anything wrong... and then since no one went upto her, I got up and went over and sat down next to her and asked her what was up...
She hugged me and cried so much saying she was sad and that her relationship wasn't going too good and blah blah..
Then she got up...
Looked confused...
and said "Oh my God, I'm crying... why am I crying?"
Then came the disgusting part...
She walked over to the walk and threw up...
It was gross! I then remembered my little episode here and thought of the shit my friends had to go through with me.. and how I'm so thankful for them.. and all they did for me..:)
So I helped this girl out... everyone else seemed to be pissed at her that she did this and no one wanted to help! So then I sternly ordered some of the boys to bring iced water (with the big sister "you better listen to me attitude":D ) and got her cleaned up...
Then she felt better... and hugged me and thanked me.. and went looking for this dog she she saw and started chasing it!
Then she came back and wanted to cover up the vomit with her feet by shuffling some sand onto it... yuck!
I walked inside.... sat with my mother who was curious to know what had happened... I told her not to worry... and had dinner and then left with my family!
I actually had a great time with these youngsters... and made me think.. times have changed...
And now it's a Monday.. I actually feel good for a change... and I'm not sure why.. but it feels good...:)
Have a great week y'all!
:)
The disgusting part is, he also put a few drops of ghee oil (heated) into each nostril and I kept smelling butter the entire day! Hated that part coz my throat was ithcy and I kept coughing for a few minutes. But the salt water thing was cool, funny to watch, and it helps clear the system if done frequently.
Anyways, going back to what I originally wanted to blog about.. There are some family friends who had come down from abroad and their son is around 18ish I think and he's studying here. It was his b'day and some mutual family friends were invited and some of the b'day boy's college friends were there too.
I walked into the party and pushed my bro with the young people (17-20 yrs olds) and I went and sat with the ladies sipping red wine and munching on cashew nuts and helping myself to cucumber and carrots with salad creme..
Then I was surprised to see a friend who used to work with me in this crowd and he came towards me and talked to me. He bugged me to join the group of youngsters and said that I don't belong in the 'civilised' people's area..:) lol
So I let him drag me and went out to where these youngsters were and actually had a great time. I got along pretty well and was even better after a few glasses of beer. I met a cool tattoo artist, a girl who was very confused about her life, a few girls who dropped out of school after O/Ls and were going to college and a very cute young white boy with a super hot SL girlfriend..:)
Anyways, so after making conversation and having a good time with these people I'm told by one 'high' guy that he knows a girl who has a tattoo of a *ahem* (lady's private area) on her lower back! I thought it was a little weird.. then again, it's personal choice...
Then there was this girl who was pretty high, 17 yrs of age, and she was repeating herself 3 times with whatever she said... I had to listen to her life story, things about her boyfriend and the upcoming ball in their college 3 times over and over! Not fun!
She tells me that she's been dating this guy for 6 months and he's in UK... when she asked him whether he was coming down for the ball, he had said 'maybe'. So she took the 'maybe' as a 'no' and asked someone else to go to the ball with her... and now he says he's coming and she's angry that he didn't make it clear before.. and she says she needs to have 'the talk' with him when he's down..
When I was 17, all I did was have fun with friends.. flirt with this guy I liked...and took life easy and hated the studying part in school but managed well.... times are so different already!
So then this girl sits with me and asks me if I'm seeing anyone.... and when I said I wasn't and don't intend to for a very long time or ever again, she tells me that her bf has a hot older brother who's got a pumped up body and sexy biceps and wants to fix me up with him... I just ignored all of this when she suddenly got up and walked out...
Then she started sitting by herself in the garden and crying.. We were looking at each other wondering whether we had said anything wrong... and then since no one went upto her, I got up and went over and sat down next to her and asked her what was up...
She hugged me and cried so much saying she was sad and that her relationship wasn't going too good and blah blah..
Then she got up...
Looked confused...
and said "Oh my God, I'm crying... why am I crying?"
Then came the disgusting part...
She walked over to the walk and threw up...
It was gross! I then remembered my little episode here and thought of the shit my friends had to go through with me.. and how I'm so thankful for them.. and all they did for me..:)
So I helped this girl out... everyone else seemed to be pissed at her that she did this and no one wanted to help! So then I sternly ordered some of the boys to bring iced water (with the big sister "you better listen to me attitude":D ) and got her cleaned up...
Then she felt better... and hugged me and thanked me.. and went looking for this dog she she saw and started chasing it!
Then she came back and wanted to cover up the vomit with her feet by shuffling some sand onto it... yuck!
I walked inside.... sat with my mother who was curious to know what had happened... I told her not to worry... and had dinner and then left with my family!
I actually had a great time with these youngsters... and made me think.. times have changed...
And now it's a Monday.. I actually feel good for a change... and I'm not sure why.. but it feels good...:)
Have a great week y'all!
:)
Friday, July 17, 2009
Good heavens! My 400th post!
Damn.... that is a LOT!
Shah!
My 400th mark!
woot! :)
So, y-day was VERY tiring but fun also..:) Dee was with me..:) and you know what? I was randomly introduced to a person.. and we both smiled at eachother with the attitude "doesn't really matter who you are but yea now that we're introduced lets just smile and nod" kind of thing..
And later I got to know that that person is a blogger! :) and NO, I'm not saying who it was..:)
SO I paid 2000 bucks to get the saree draped, hair done and make-up only to realise it was a waste as I was drenched in sweat at the hall.
My mum wanted to see how I was going to look so she went to the salon with me. When the make-up was done the lady walked into another room to pick the hair-dryer.. so I looked at my mother and asked how it was....
She said "if you want to know how you'll look when you're embalmed, just look at the mirror.. the make-up you do on your own is MUCH better"..and she goes back into reading a magazine...
So then, the lady reduced the make-up a bit but it was still too much.. and I didn't have time to do anything about it..
Saree was draped perfectly and I did not step much on the pleats and felt quite confident..:)
Then, it was pure torture to stand and wait for the photographs.. and then to wait in line for almost 40 mins to make us walk into the hall in a proper manner and in order..
But I'm thankful for the guy who was sitting next to me. He was a good sport, fun and talkative so he didn't make me feel time passing when we had to sit for almost 3-4 hours..:)
All in all it was good.. Met friends who I didn't know were graduating as well... and it was good...
Best part - the Chief guest said she doesn't have permission to do this.. but on her count, we had to throw our motorboard/hats into the air.. and that was SO cool.. I highly doubt any parents captured that though...:(
Food - people were eating like they had never seen food before! So I stayed away without pushing others and being in line... and just had a drink..
I was sweaty, and my skin had turned oily and glowy! and it looked weird in some pics!
My feet were killing me....
And now I'm sleepy.. this is the perfect weather to be at home.. and Zzzzzzzz...
Shah!
My 400th mark!
woot! :)
So, y-day was VERY tiring but fun also..:) Dee was with me..:) and you know what? I was randomly introduced to a person.. and we both smiled at eachother with the attitude "doesn't really matter who you are but yea now that we're introduced lets just smile and nod" kind of thing..
And later I got to know that that person is a blogger! :) and NO, I'm not saying who it was..:)
SO I paid 2000 bucks to get the saree draped, hair done and make-up only to realise it was a waste as I was drenched in sweat at the hall.
My mum wanted to see how I was going to look so she went to the salon with me. When the make-up was done the lady walked into another room to pick the hair-dryer.. so I looked at my mother and asked how it was....
She said "if you want to know how you'll look when you're embalmed, just look at the mirror.. the make-up you do on your own is MUCH better"..and she goes back into reading a magazine...
So then, the lady reduced the make-up a bit but it was still too much.. and I didn't have time to do anything about it..
Saree was draped perfectly and I did not step much on the pleats and felt quite confident..:)
Then, it was pure torture to stand and wait for the photographs.. and then to wait in line for almost 40 mins to make us walk into the hall in a proper manner and in order..
But I'm thankful for the guy who was sitting next to me. He was a good sport, fun and talkative so he didn't make me feel time passing when we had to sit for almost 3-4 hours..:)
All in all it was good.. Met friends who I didn't know were graduating as well... and it was good...
Best part - the Chief guest said she doesn't have permission to do this.. but on her count, we had to throw our motorboard/hats into the air.. and that was SO cool.. I highly doubt any parents captured that though...:(
Food - people were eating like they had never seen food before! So I stayed away without pushing others and being in line... and just had a drink..
I was sweaty, and my skin had turned oily and glowy! and it looked weird in some pics!
My feet were killing me....
And now I'm sleepy.. this is the perfect weather to be at home.. and Zzzzzzzz...
Thursday, July 16, 2009
CIM grad day baybeh!
Oh yea...Took the day off..slept an extra hour... and had my fav Frosties for breaky..:)
I hate ironing..... sarees are worst! sigh! Last time my lovely bro helped iron the saree when I was going for a wedding... today must nag and whine and get mum to help..:)
and it's raining...arrrgghh!!
Grad experience is tiring.. and I don't even want to know how today is going to be.. the whole group picture.. then the countless speeches... oh boy!
Ok, me is off to run some quick errands for the mother and then need to run to the salon for nice hair-do and dressing and all ... One must look sexy when mature,educated and big shot white guy hands over certificate on stage..=D
I hope I do not step on pleats like I did last time (degree)...that was a disaster!
I hope I don't start pouring with sweat like last time... it ruins the make-up.
and I just hope it doesn't rain in the afternoon...
Ta taaaa..
I hate ironing..... sarees are worst! sigh! Last time my lovely bro helped iron the saree when I was going for a wedding... today must nag and whine and get mum to help..:)
and it's raining...arrrgghh!!
Grad experience is tiring.. and I don't even want to know how today is going to be.. the whole group picture.. then the countless speeches... oh boy!
Ok, me is off to run some quick errands for the mother and then need to run to the salon for nice hair-do and dressing and all ... One must look sexy when mature,educated and big shot white guy hands over certificate on stage..=D
I hope I do not step on pleats like I did last time (degree)...that was a disaster!
I hope I don't start pouring with sweat like last time... it ruins the make-up.
and I just hope it doesn't rain in the afternoon...
Ta taaaa..
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Traffic lights, cop, and shoes
Y-day was another one of those work filled days at work.. and in the evening I so badly wanted to jog coz it's been such a long time since I got some exercise... other than the yoga ofcourse..
So I thought I'd take time to jog and come back to work on my way home to finish off my day's work... Somehow I got late to leave office.. so without putting my shoes on, I wore slippers and ran to the car park, started the car and drove to the ground..
2 friends were joining me and I thought I might get late.. Then on the way, had to stop at a set of traffic lights as a cop was directing all the traffic and since there was a round of traffic to be cleared before our time was up, I thought I'd use my time..:)
I pulled the handbrake, took off my slippers and first wore my ankle support. Then put my socks on and when I raised my head to look around, drivers in the cars on either side were staring at me trying to figure out what the hell I was doing.. they can't see anything clearly as it is tinted..
Then comes the hard part... the shoes.. somehow managed one at a time.. but couldn't tie the laces... and then I look up to see the traffic situation... and I can see the cop walking towards me...
My heartbeat rises...
I desperately think of an excuse...
tadaaa... I thought I would say that my contact lens fell and I was struggling..:)
But then, the cars behind me started to horn... and I realised our time was up...
I smiled at the cop..
A big nice girly smile..
And sped off..
And had a great jog! :)
So I thought I'd take time to jog and come back to work on my way home to finish off my day's work... Somehow I got late to leave office.. so without putting my shoes on, I wore slippers and ran to the car park, started the car and drove to the ground..
2 friends were joining me and I thought I might get late.. Then on the way, had to stop at a set of traffic lights as a cop was directing all the traffic and since there was a round of traffic to be cleared before our time was up, I thought I'd use my time..:)
I pulled the handbrake, took off my slippers and first wore my ankle support. Then put my socks on and when I raised my head to look around, drivers in the cars on either side were staring at me trying to figure out what the hell I was doing.. they can't see anything clearly as it is tinted..
Then comes the hard part... the shoes.. somehow managed one at a time.. but couldn't tie the laces... and then I look up to see the traffic situation... and I can see the cop walking towards me...
My heartbeat rises...
I desperately think of an excuse...
tadaaa... I thought I would say that my contact lens fell and I was struggling..:)
But then, the cars behind me started to horn... and I realised our time was up...
I smiled at the cop..
A big nice girly smile..
And sped off..
And had a great jog! :)
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Sultry voice?
Do you know how it feels to hear a 17 or 18 yr old boy say you have a sultry voice over the phone?
I do and can't explain it.
One word : weird!
There are times my brother's friends call and if I pick the call in his absence they go "oh, so you're his sister? were you abroad all this time?" o.O and then they attempt little chit chat!
And if I call the brother when he's with friends, all his friends go "Hi akkieeeeeeeee" and my brother loudly says "don't mind these retards". :D
Guys in office, when they want to do the whole prank call thing, the first person who comes to their mind is me! and I always decline.. unless it is very interesting.. but I'm not good at it coz if I know the person on the other end, I crack up laughing.
So yea... the voice part can be a very annoying thing at times.. buuuuuuttt... I kinda like the way I sound..:D
No don't go leaving me your phone numbers! :P or asking for mine.
I do and can't explain it.
One word : weird!
There are times my brother's friends call and if I pick the call in his absence they go "oh, so you're his sister? were you abroad all this time?" o.O and then they attempt little chit chat!
And if I call the brother when he's with friends, all his friends go "Hi akkieeeeeeeee" and my brother loudly says "don't mind these retards". :D
Guys in office, when they want to do the whole prank call thing, the first person who comes to their mind is me! and I always decline.. unless it is very interesting.. but I'm not good at it coz if I know the person on the other end, I crack up laughing.
So yea... the voice part can be a very annoying thing at times.. buuuuuuttt... I kinda like the way I sound..:D
No don't go leaving me your phone numbers! :P or asking for mine.
Old age
Old people.... old age..... scares me.
When I notice old people I see these:
Walking slowly
Staring at the world
Listening intently
Taking time to grasp things
Needing love, patience, care and attention
Slow to understand
Hurting easily
Ailments and sicknesses
Prayers and religion
It scares me really... esp when I see my mum... and see her age and fall sick..
My mum's dad died a long time ago when I was schooling... I used to be a stubborn kid at times. My grandfather loved me too much. He would always look for me when I was here in SL.. tease me.. bug me... all coz he loved me.. but I only wanted to be left alone.. I was rude to him... whenever I said something rude in a stern and angry tone to him, he would only smile... I would complain against him to my mum and grandma.. and they would constantly tell him to leave me alone...
Every month when he got his pension, he would buy loads of chocolates and give me and brother our share and distribute the rest to kids in the lane... He had a tattoo on his arm and smoked a lot...
Then one day he got sick and was in hospital for a few days.. I never went to see him... but when I finally decided to go with my mum, the day I went to the hospital he died a few minutes before I reached...and when he died I didn't feel too sad...
Today I understand all what he did and meant.. he never meant any harm.. he only loved me too much.. and I wish he was around when I was able to understand these things, just to give him that hug he deserved and wanted... to do the things I used to do with him when I was really small.. like sit in the garden with him... my hand placed on his dark bald shiny head and singing songs...:) taking the dog for a walk... and reading his diary with him..
His diary has my name all over it... stating each and everything I had done... and it's only later I understood what a star I was in his life...
If only I had one chance.... to be nice to him and show him love...
But, I was good to my grandmas as I was able to understand at that age... and so, have no regrets... except the fact.. that I missed the chance to give him a good long hug of love...
I'm taking many a stroll down memory lane these days...
When I notice old people I see these:
Walking slowly
Staring at the world
Listening intently
Taking time to grasp things
Needing love, patience, care and attention
Slow to understand
Hurting easily
Ailments and sicknesses
Prayers and religion
It scares me really... esp when I see my mum... and see her age and fall sick..
My mum's dad died a long time ago when I was schooling... I used to be a stubborn kid at times. My grandfather loved me too much. He would always look for me when I was here in SL.. tease me.. bug me... all coz he loved me.. but I only wanted to be left alone.. I was rude to him... whenever I said something rude in a stern and angry tone to him, he would only smile... I would complain against him to my mum and grandma.. and they would constantly tell him to leave me alone...
Every month when he got his pension, he would buy loads of chocolates and give me and brother our share and distribute the rest to kids in the lane... He had a tattoo on his arm and smoked a lot...
Then one day he got sick and was in hospital for a few days.. I never went to see him... but when I finally decided to go with my mum, the day I went to the hospital he died a few minutes before I reached...and when he died I didn't feel too sad...
Today I understand all what he did and meant.. he never meant any harm.. he only loved me too much.. and I wish he was around when I was able to understand these things, just to give him that hug he deserved and wanted... to do the things I used to do with him when I was really small.. like sit in the garden with him... my hand placed on his dark bald shiny head and singing songs...:) taking the dog for a walk... and reading his diary with him..
His diary has my name all over it... stating each and everything I had done... and it's only later I understood what a star I was in his life...
If only I had one chance.... to be nice to him and show him love...
But, I was good to my grandmas as I was able to understand at that age... and so, have no regrets... except the fact.. that I missed the chance to give him a good long hug of love...
I'm taking many a stroll down memory lane these days...
Friday, July 10, 2009
Preferences and other things
Had a very heavy bladder as I walked into office this morning... and when I walked into the washroom it suddenly dawned on me, that sub-consciously we tend to have toilet preferences. Usually in offices, we have sections right? So that a few people can go at once... and are you the sort of person who has a preference? For eg, in the current office, I prefer the right-hand corner one and I always see myself going there and use another only if my preference is occupied by someone else.... Have you realised that? Are you like that too?
Somehow that sounds like something RD would say, ain't it? :)
Y-day was having a bit of a rushed day and there's a guy in office who's always chewing bulath (betel) and one of the heads in office had given him a bag full of the mix that goes into it.. and I saw this bundle of dun-kola (tobacco) and asked him what it was like to chew on that alone and what the 'high' was like...
He explains that there's a small 'kick' that comes out of it and so I asked him for a piece to try... He's more of the elderly type and he suddenly widens his eyes in a dis-approving way and tells me not to even think of it.. and grabs the bit of tobacco from my hand and puts it into the bag..:)
My father and uncles used to love it... and if they were traveling with me and having it, I would sternly say 'no spitting while traveling. only when stopped, open the door or shutter and spit." Coz otherwise it creates such an ugly mess! and I've had tough times cleaning them off!
How did the family get this habit? One of my uncles was a heavy smoker.... after a long time he stopped smoking and found the joy of betel, through which he still gets the 'kick'. :) and the other brothers followed eventhough they were never into smoking.
Everytime I see what Paris Jackson had to say about her father, I just cry.... coz I so feel the little girl.... I so do....
Somehow that sounds like something RD would say, ain't it? :)
Y-day was having a bit of a rushed day and there's a guy in office who's always chewing bulath (betel) and one of the heads in office had given him a bag full of the mix that goes into it.. and I saw this bundle of dun-kola (tobacco) and asked him what it was like to chew on that alone and what the 'high' was like...
He explains that there's a small 'kick' that comes out of it and so I asked him for a piece to try... He's more of the elderly type and he suddenly widens his eyes in a dis-approving way and tells me not to even think of it.. and grabs the bit of tobacco from my hand and puts it into the bag..:)
My father and uncles used to love it... and if they were traveling with me and having it, I would sternly say 'no spitting while traveling. only when stopped, open the door or shutter and spit." Coz otherwise it creates such an ugly mess! and I've had tough times cleaning them off!
How did the family get this habit? One of my uncles was a heavy smoker.... after a long time he stopped smoking and found the joy of betel, through which he still gets the 'kick'. :) and the other brothers followed eventhough they were never into smoking.
Everytime I see what Paris Jackson had to say about her father, I just cry.... coz I so feel the little girl.... I so do....
Thursday, July 09, 2009
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
Inner self & blogger-nymous
Inner self :
Is struggling to break free
Hates being controlled
Wants to move out and live free
is a spendthrift - VERY unhealthy
loves chocolates - esp White
is totally fed up these days..
On a different note, Went for a friend's engagement (which was like a mini wedding) last night. Was seated at the table with batchmates and engaged in different conversations...
Randomly a friend ask : "So how's the blog going?"
Me : * wide eyed and nearly chokes on piece of ribbon cake* "How did you know about it?"
friend : "Someone told me about it long ago.. haven't read it for a long time.."
Me : Hmmm.. Ok *gets back to eat the rest of ribbon cake piece*
Sigh - The world can be a much smaller place that you thought it was..and news spreads far and wide!
Is struggling to break free
Hates being controlled
Wants to move out and live free
is a spendthrift - VERY unhealthy
loves chocolates - esp White
is totally fed up these days..
On a different note, Went for a friend's engagement (which was like a mini wedding) last night. Was seated at the table with batchmates and engaged in different conversations...
Randomly a friend ask : "So how's the blog going?"
Me : * wide eyed and nearly chokes on piece of ribbon cake* "How did you know about it?"
friend : "Someone told me about it long ago.. haven't read it for a long time.."
Me : Hmmm.. Ok *gets back to eat the rest of ribbon cake piece*
Sigh - The world can be a much smaller place that you thought it was..and news spreads far and wide!
Thursday, July 02, 2009
One Last chance
It's one of those 'I've found a perfect song' moments.. Been listening to "One Last chance' by James Morrison over and over and I'm so in love with it.. somehow it speaks to me and I'm so caught up in it... It's just awesome!! there's another song if you like to try out 'Nothing ever hurt like you' which makes me feel it again...
Thanks PR (pseudorandom) for helping me find this great talent!! :)
Below are lyrics..
In my life I don't mean much to anyone
I've lost my way can't go back anymore
Once I had everything now it's gone
Don't tell me again coz I've heard it all before
Some people say that I'm not worth it
I've made mistake but nobody's perfect
Guess I'll give it a try
I've got one last chance to get myself together
I can't lose no more time it's now or never
And I try to remember who I used to be
I've got one last chance to get myself together
Time has come for me to change again
I can't carry on like this, I will lose my friends
Don't say that you have given up on me
Just give me the time and space to heal my head
Some people say that I'm not worth it
I've made mistake but nobody's perfect
Guess I'll give it a try
I've got one last chance to get myself together
I can't lose no more time it's now or never
And I try to remember who I used to be
I've got one last chance to get myself together
I don't wanna be misunderstood
I've got to take this chance and make it into something good
Some people say that I'm not worth it
I've made mistake but nobody's perfect
Guess I'll give it a try
I've got one last chance to get myself together
I can't lose no more time it's now or never
And I try to remember who I used to be
I've got one last chance to get myself together
Video Link is here
Linked the video as the net is damn slow today!
Thanks PR (pseudorandom) for helping me find this great talent!! :)
Below are lyrics..
In my life I don't mean much to anyone
I've lost my way can't go back anymore
Once I had everything now it's gone
Don't tell me again coz I've heard it all before
Some people say that I'm not worth it
I've made mistake but nobody's perfect
Guess I'll give it a try
I've got one last chance to get myself together
I can't lose no more time it's now or never
And I try to remember who I used to be
I've got one last chance to get myself together
Time has come for me to change again
I can't carry on like this, I will lose my friends
Don't say that you have given up on me
Just give me the time and space to heal my head
Some people say that I'm not worth it
I've made mistake but nobody's perfect
Guess I'll give it a try
I've got one last chance to get myself together
I can't lose no more time it's now or never
And I try to remember who I used to be
I've got one last chance to get myself together
I don't wanna be misunderstood
I've got to take this chance and make it into something good
Some people say that I'm not worth it
I've made mistake but nobody's perfect
Guess I'll give it a try
I've got one last chance to get myself together
I can't lose no more time it's now or never
And I try to remember who I used to be
I've got one last chance to get myself together
Video Link is here
Linked the video as the net is damn slow today!
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
Change
The silver moon
Pitch black sky
Sterling stars
Cold and calm breeze
Make a nice and peaceful night
Calendar dates
Running wild
Seasons change
The world moves fast
But I’m stuck, so it seems
Broken strings
The rains falls
Music plays
Coffee brews
The mix is good
I feel
Some things are
Still undiscovered
So I need to move
To feel alive
Everything’s blurred
At this moment
But when it’s right
I’ll move
And never come back
I want to leave
This world behind
Step into
New faraway soil
For a new beginning
May the blessings
Rise to many more
I need to move
Rise and shine
As that is that
The divine one needs to do.
Pitch black sky
Sterling stars
Cold and calm breeze
Make a nice and peaceful night
Calendar dates
Running wild
Seasons change
The world moves fast
But I’m stuck, so it seems
Broken strings
The rains falls
Music plays
Coffee brews
The mix is good
I feel
Some things are
Still undiscovered
So I need to move
To feel alive
Everything’s blurred
At this moment
But when it’s right
I’ll move
And never come back
I want to leave
This world behind
Step into
New faraway soil
For a new beginning
May the blessings
Rise to many more
I need to move
Rise and shine
As that is that
The divine one needs to do.
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