Dysfunctional

I think that's what I would describe my family.

Let's start with my mother. She's had a tough time raising three daughters, but really that's no reason for hounding my sis and myself about impending doom (aka marriage).

I feel sorry for my elder sis but really she's had it coming. It's after all her time that Mom acts crazy. But not mine! Why is everybody in a hurry for me to leave the apple tree or the nest or stupid whatever? To make matters worse, my Mom is convinced that the Perfect One is this chauvinistic guy I've known since childhood. Let's call him Pigeon.

Pigeon's the worst kinda guy a girl like me would want to marry. He's used to having women wait on him. He's spoilt, irresponsible, ungrateful and downright narrow minded. Ugh.

I'm this ( ) close to throwing a tantrum and that's exactly what I'll do the next time Mom mentions his name.

Me feeling too irritated to move on...

To be contd.

List

This is easy...

Seven things that make me smile:
1. Sight of chocolate
2. Having the TV for myself
3. Having the remote to the TV :D
4. Planning the downfall of my 8th grade Hindi teacher (Feeling's mutual. Trust me)
5. Reading chick fiction
6. Yelling at the top of my lungs while showering (aka bathroom singing aka MY singing)
7. People-watching (maybe it's more of spying but you won't believe the things people do when they think nobody's looking)

Languages

This is interesting...

The System Admin guy has come to help me transfer data to a new system.

And yes, I am friendly, not to mention, starved for company (I sit at my desk all day, and I rush home to chatter nonstop to the first person I meet - my workaholic sister, her room mate or my room mate's boyfriend. All of whom sort of shuffle away after an hour or so, muttering something that strangely sounds like 'migraine'. Hmm...).

So I start a conversation with the Sys Admin guy.

He's pretty friendly, and after conversing for some time, comments that I speak better English than a few of my other colleagues.

I smile benignly at him, while I think 'Gee, I sure hope so. I mean, after all, English is the only language I'm good at, including my mothertongue.'

Yeah, I'm not proud of it, but anyone who knows me knows about my poor skills at linguistics. It's like synonymous with my persona.

And I got hell at college for that. Ha! So my debt is paid, and the Gods love me again. :D

First

Typical day!

I manage to get up only 10 min late (scheduled time: 5:30am, actual: 5:40am).

Yes! Made it in time for my work out session.

But wait a second. I'm being rudely told off by my instructor that my diet is way, way off than what it's supposed to be. Did I hear right? I'm not allowed to juice? NO JUICE? What kinda diet is that, considering that juice is one of the basic food groups i.e. pizza, chocolate, chinese, other absolutely complex carbohydrates (yum!) and JUICE!

I love curd (note: only dairy product which is part of intake apart from chocolate and icecream). But since I have that at night, it's been scratched off the diet as well.

I think I'm finally waking up to the reality that you really do have to starve to shed weight. And no, I didn't know that one before.

Anyway, the exercise guys are SO out to get my money. They're suggesting side toning sessions, and I can't help wonder 'umm, hello? Don't I need to start losing weight before I think about what to tone???'

Oh well.

After that awful relapse and failure, I wait in the rain (note to self: pack sweater/shawl and definitely an umbrella in that oversized office backpack) for my cab.

Skipping breakfast because I'm feeling too awful to be seen in public. Reason: I'm wearing the worst colours possible (ANOTHER note to self : co-ordinate clothes the night before work!!!).

That's me for you. :)