Today is Ethnic Day at my company.
I wake up late, and I feel as ethnic as a salwar kameez.
I look through my clothes and don't find any that fits right (Note to self: I NEED new clothes!!). So I tackle my jeans and after dressing for some 10 minutes, I wait for my cab.
After all, nobody would really take Ethnic Day seriously...
***WRRROOONNGGG!!!***
The next 3 ladies that get into the cab look radiantly beautiful in their gorgeous saris.
I feel absolutely under dressed and I sort of sink in my seat to hide my horrifyingly western Jeans.
But yay, another lady gets in wearing *oh yes* a salwar, and better yet, she sits next to me. So we're in business, me thinking we can form a Non-Sari club. :D
We hit it off instantly and she's a great person to talk to.
So YES! I made another friend!!
I could almost find myself being my normal bubbly self with her... Anyway, me happy for now. :D
Friday, October 19, 2007
Monday, October 1, 2007
Heaven
Listening to the latest remake of the song Heaven.
But really. What's your concept of it?
I think I'm open to the idea of a BIG Gingerbread house with a chocolate staircase (but really, what's the point since everybody would nibble at it and nobody could go upstairs or come down. Hmm), chocolate easter eggs, Eskimo icecreams, cotton candy (Not too much though. Too sweet. But maybe as pillows), chocolate cake tables with chocolate chip icecream bowls... And all of it magically fat-free so that you wouldn't put on an ounce.
Yes, I'm a foodie. Or rather have a severe case of sweet tooth... :D
But really. What's your concept of it?
I think I'm open to the idea of a BIG Gingerbread house with a chocolate staircase (but really, what's the point since everybody would nibble at it and nobody could go upstairs or come down. Hmm), chocolate easter eggs, Eskimo icecreams, cotton candy (Not too much though. Too sweet. But maybe as pillows), chocolate cake tables with chocolate chip icecream bowls... And all of it magically fat-free so that you wouldn't put on an ounce.
Yes, I'm a foodie. Or rather have a severe case of sweet tooth... :D
Sunday, September 30, 2007
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.
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.
Friday, September 21, 2007
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)
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
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
Thursday, September 20, 2007
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. :)
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. :)
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