tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39118459515048264302023-11-15T09:08:04.955-08:00iT's a wOndErFul LiFe ....Queen of Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17470608341726640187noreply@blogger.comBlogger745125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911845951504826430.post-61219958678612010162014-03-07T07:42:00.003-08:002014-03-07T07:43:27.909-08:00tO cONtiNue.....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I'm creating a new blog. its kind of like a new identity ...<br />
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having a kid changes you and there's no going back. sure , am i still the queen of disaster ? mostly yes... now i'm the mother of all queens of disaster?? :D haha.. maybe worse.<br />
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anyways , since my opinions , thoughts and what not is completely different to this identity it would be muddying up quite a few things if i continues to post here..<br />
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so i'll continue here<br />
<a href="http://thegiftofadaughter.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">The Gift of a Daughter</a><br />
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and when i feel like my former self, i'll come back to post here. some day. maybe.</div>
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i thought of moving, but i'm too lazy. its been more than a year since i last wrote and while i listen to daft punk, i feel the ol' urge to write.. wait lash out again.<br />
ok first some ground rules, if you know me.. do not ping me and say , hey watsup with ur new post, it was great/awful/awesome/watever... if you wish you can leave hateful comments below, but seriously Don't ping me about something i've written and forgotten.<br />
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well now. its time for a new category. ahem... hmm aaah how do i say it. its getting close to the date to where we welcome a hybrid DNA concoction of K and me... a rather mini-K-me. welll 2 months , 20 days, 4 hours, 34 minutes and 20sec. wait how do i know its gonna be on time? coz i'm going insane thats how.<br />
and while its the last home stretch of the what-everyone-likes-to-remind-you is the last 3 months of sleep you'll get for the rest of your life, i sit back and wonder. WHAT the HECK have i gotten myself into ?<br />
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yes , my hormones have conviniently gone bonkers and making me dream of wierd (er) things like hijacking an airport and learning how to milk a cow on a drag queen ranch. its also very helpfully i might add, causing me to freak out. thats with a capital F and O.<br />
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and while i do my research, god i hate research...ing. i learn of various , wonderful things that can go horribly wrong and keeps me awake at night. if monsanto was not enough to give me nightmares of cannibalistic corn patches and mutant pumpkins, now i can fret about all the wonderful joys of motherhood.<br />
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ah well. so i'm back. and lets see i need a new category. whereas all my old categories are temporarily obsolete since so many well meaning strangers/non-strangers have told me my life is now over.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #0e2233; font-family: 'Open Sans', arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;">me revoilà ppl.. [ wait did i do that right? ]</span><br />
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Oye, oh Husband of mine.<br />
you..... yes you.<br />
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you. the one who made me almost miss my flight.<br />
psst listen carefully so i can give you a piece of my mind.<br />
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you , who always underestimates the time taken to do anything.<br />
and almost made my poor heart stop beating as i did a 100 meter sprint in the airport.<br />
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the next time, remember that traffic always takes 10 minutes more than you think<br />
the TSA always make me wait 10 min more than i think<br />
the queue is always longer the day i'm late<br />
and the gate is always at the other end of the terminal.<br />
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so next time , help me be on time.<br />
i made it just bearly.. scratch that .. barely while the flight door was being closed.<br />
the last one to enter the flight and my name was called on the speaker<br />
and everyone stared at me while i collapsed on my seat<br />
huffing and puffing and all red faced<br />
i couldn't stop hacking and couging till we reached 10,000 feet.<br />
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Oye, oh Husband of mine.<br />
i dont need so much excitement. i'm married now. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">disclaimer: author might not be fully 'there'.
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i won't beat about the bush.<br />
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NY is awesome. love it love it love it.<br />
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did i mentioned how awesome NY is ? the weather was gorgeous, the city was large, i only got food poisoning once, lost about 8 times..it was great !<br />
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how long will they live here? and where do they bathe ??<br />
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times square ! never a dull moment<br />
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brooklyn bridge. i wanted to cycle on the bridge, but didn't have enough time.. oh well... next time perhaps ! spend half a day on the bridge ....<br />
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i can't wait to go back !<br />
wait , did i tell you i went shopping in the garment district ? it was super awesome. ok so half the shops were wholesale only, and the other half sold only prom dresses and evening gowns, but still shopping is pretty cheap. reminds me of bombay. tops for 10 bucks, 25 bucks.<br />
clothes are cheap, food is cheaper... whats not to like ?<br />
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so we saw the auto show (ofcourse.. K HAD to get his way), the WTC memorial, battery park....<br />
walked around soho (ofcourse.... i HAD to get my way), greenwhich village, central park , china town, little italy, times square, broadway street, 5th avenue, trinity church, rockefeller center .....<br />
saw brooklyn, harlem, downtown, the original Macy's , manhattan bridge, brooklyn bridge, city hall from the hop on and off bus<br />
ate indian, indian, italian, indian, indian, deli, indian, deli, indian, chocolates,<br />
yaay sarvanabhavan ... makes the best idlis ive had in a long time.<br />
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sigh... my legs almost fell off.. but i had a good time. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">disclaimer: author might not be fully 'there'.
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i'm living up to my namesake. if not exactly the queen o disaster , i'm certainly reigning champion mayor of disaster-ville.<br />
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so ive cracked the back panel of my iphone, and so i've been given a hard cover case for it by my horrified lab manager to preserve as much of the remaining scraps as possible.<br />
last night i turned my phone on, and suddenly asked to change my pin. a frickin 6 digit pin. like come ON, I is taking this too far.. how many unique passwords can i come up with every 3 months???<br />
lpatop, my I account, my phone, my laptop..<br />
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so i do what i usually do, and i just took the last 7 digits of my phone, K's phone, K's brother's phone..<br />
wait K doesn't have a brother.. who's number is this?<br />
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well, never mind that. so i got a new password .. fed it in. all in five minutes and i was feeling pretty good about it and proceeded to forget all about it.<br />
now the next day. i pick up my phone. i can hear it pinging like mad every few seconds from a mile away. ok so that just means a lot of ppl are sending me emails or i'm being spammed.<br />
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ofcourse i had forgotten all about the new passcode. typed my regular one and ooops i failed.<br />
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aaha ! now i remembered... it's K's phone number not mine. typed that in. failed.<br />
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oh wait , i had got some of the digits mixed up. failed.<br />
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oh wait i got the First digit wrong. failed.<br />
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umm... his other number ? failed.<br />
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hmmm what about the first number again ? failed too many times. phone locked for a minute.<br />
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OOOoops. ok let me try after a minute. wait, do i even remember K's number... hmm not [ before you judge me, K has frickin 3 numbers man.. it's like he lives to braintease me ] so who's number did i give as a pin yesterday.<br />
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i had done it so mechanically i don't think i even remember what i typed. i try to close my eyes and visuallize the digits. vii-suu-aa-liiii-ze. come on dag nabbit. its just seven numbers....<br />
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but nope. so its been a minute. i try another random variation of K's brother's number and nope locked for 5 minutes.<br />
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sensing that this is not going to get me anywhere and now i probably need IT help to jailbreak my phone, i let the phone continue recieving the spam emails [ well i hope they are spam ] and get ready to set off. while i'm driving i wonder .. do i really need a phone. i mean after my recent debacle of losing the phone, i dont think i can go back and tell them i need another one.<br />
so whats the worst that can happen if i don't have a phone. really i don't need one.<br />
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so i try the next best thing. going the way of the zen.<br />
i spend the next 45 minutes of my drive listening to country music, other music scanning stations , letting my mind wander.<br />
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i reach office. sigh this means another half day at the IT office.<br />
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that's when a vague memory starts floating to the top of my mind. i remember yesterday. i had tried x-yy-ytrwx and it hadnt worked.. so still in my mechanical way i had kept the first digit and the rest was K's number.. maybe that was it ! but i wasn't sure. so there in the middle of the parking lot, i whipped out my phone and entered the seven golden digits. voila !!phone unlocked.<br />
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aaah i can feel it. the day will be a good day.<br />
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and i start walking to the lobby. happy as a clam. though i don't know why the darn clam are so happy all the time.<br />
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something feels funny. about my feet. i don't feel like i usually do.<br />
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and i look down.<br />
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DAGNabbit. i'm wearing my gym shoes with my formal office wear.<br />
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sigh... today is going to be a good day. i have to believe it.<br />
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6946 TG<br />
you are an idiot. an idiot who does not know how to drive a car.<br />
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you should not be allowed to cycle on the road , let alone drive a car in a single lane road, tapping your stupid breaks every 3 sec.<br />
while i was suffering tailgating you for the 16 mile journey on highway 28, i pondered which one of the curses in my arsenal should i offer on your head. how about the one for ur puny brain ? nah too tame.. don't worry it will come to me. 16 miles is a long way to sit behind an idiot without being inspired.<br />
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argh stop tapping ur stupid brakes , if there is nto a single blooming soul in front of you and you have no intention of slowing down.<br />
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well yes ofcourse i honked at him very angrily. i am turning into quite a victim of road rage these days..<br />
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head aches like hell. i'm contemplating spending 300 dollars for a 2 day trip to lapland. don't know if its worth it just to go touch the arctic circle. but then how often do you get the chance ?<br />
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but 300 bucks is a lot of dough and then if its cloudy i won't even see the lights.<br />
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it's kind of giving me a headache trying to decide. what do you think? is it worth it ?<br />
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the rooms are so hot, i had to crack open a window. imagine that, its -12C outside and ive cracked open a window and i'm still so hot. like a friggin sauna in here.<br />
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here are my options. i can take the 10:00PM train to rovaniemi to reach there at 8 in the morning. i won't be able to have a bath ofcourse. i can see a couple of reindeer if i'm lucky then i can catch the 4PM train back and reach late night back at the hotel , something like 4AM.<br />
total trip might cost around 300-400 dollars.<br />
and i have to be in office monday morning.<br />
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the chances of getting the lights is slim since i won't be spending midnight in the north. i'll be there during the day time.. but the only chance is if i get to see something while i'm actually in the train.<br />
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so what do you think?<br />
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hmm the voices in my head are awfully quiet. must be the blasted headache. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">disclaimer: author might not be fully 'there'.
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i think the Fins like to turn all their rooms into mini sauna's<br />
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its just ridiculously hot in my room. outside its what ? -24 C and everytime i'm indoors i have to literally do a hurried and not so pretty strip show before i faint from overheating my skin too quickly.<br />
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but its frickin awesome.<br />
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you can't imagine the amount of snow that's just piled up on the roadside casual as you please. ofcourse the roads are all nice and clean, but the tarmac had a layer of snow, ice.. whatevs and they landed on that !<br />
on the way to the hotel, i see about 4 feet of snow just piled on the sides like sand and miles and miles of snow as far as i could see in the dark.<br />
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i wonder how much more i can see tomorrow.<br />
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i've just been told, it's 10 hours to santa claus land. i guess that's just too far. unless i take a short flight, i don't think i can make it to the arctic circle this time. aaaw<br />
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view from my room in tampere<br />
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i'd say they've done a fantastic job of utilizing space. wall mounted phones, embedded lights into the furniture, rolling desk top, it's pretty stylish and amazingly innovative !<br />
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i'm inspired by all these ppl cycling everywhere.<br />
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i'm planning to rent a cycle and cycle to work ! at -3C . awesome huh ?<br />
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not tomorrow. tomorrow is -18C... i'm crazy but i'm not insane.<br />
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uitgaan en heers !!<br />
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rented a cycle. lets see what my brain says in the mornign. am i MAD ?? YES.<br />
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you'll get a pic out of it atleast. waiting for 7:30 AM.<br />
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this blog is turning into a twitter update. hmm i don't think i like it ...<br />
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uitgaan en heers !!<br />
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allright ! so i did it. i'm hot as heck now. and i have too many layers on for indoors.. but it was Amazing !<br />
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you should try it too. make sure not to freeze your ears off !<br />
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gets so hot after ur done... i'm just waaaay to sleepy now !!<br />
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****<br />
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i finally made it back, returned the bike , spent more than it would have cost going by bus to the office,<br />
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almost lost my way back... it was freaky awesome !<br />
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some say i have a fair bit of will power... some call it mad cow disease....<br />
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it's not so cold. naah it's not so cold. sure i'm wearing 4 layers of clothes , 3 of which are heavy duty sweaters.<br />
sure i'm wearing 2 gloves, 2 caps, 2 pair of socks and snow boots. and a GIGANTIC woolen muffler seems i knitted just for this trip.<br />
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the GIGANTIC woolen muffler is helping. sure i might have lost 20% of my hearing ability as my ears are permanently numb.<br />
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so K told me, i wouldn't have much trouble with my legs. my legs wouldnt get so cold. my thighs that is.<br />
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well.. K... YOUR ARE WRONG. they are frozen solid chunks of fat i have to lug around. my Torso is not cold since i have four layers. but my poor legs . between my knees and my torso. they are gone man. gone.<br />
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ofcourse when they ask me if its cold, i tell them na. its like boston. which it kind of is on a bad day.<br />
-8 C. apparently its record cold that they havent seen in 15 years. well gee , all this for me ? thanks mum nature.<br />
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it is like boston , on its worst day possible.<br />
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apparently its only like 5C on regular winters. i'm beginning to think 5C is not so bad. 5C is beginning to look good to me right now. its one less layer of sweater and non-frozen thighs. i mean 5C is practically WARM man.<br />
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i had this really strange dream yesterday. there was a trapeze involved. some kind of rope acrobatics where you stand on a looped rope and swing yourself upside down. there was vin van diesel who was my tutor. and i think i woke up when he cut one end of the rope and held it in his hand. and i think, thats when my brain said. stop, this is against the law of physics as we know it !<br />
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i can't believe my recent losses led me to watch the most abominable movie of all times.<br />
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i tried to drown my sorrows in a movie. unfortunately the only one left was this. aargh.<br />
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Ra.one<br />
OMG its so horrible. what were they thinking?<br />
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curly haired sharukh khan who speaks English with a fake south indian accent, i mean really horrible south indian accent and then speaks some Hindi poem or shit with a perfect delhi accent.<br />
eating noodles with curd. effing noodles man. NOODLES ?? i can think of semige, but noodles ? YUck<br />
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ok its not helping. even this horrid movie can't get my mind off my poor phone. who knows where you are. in which trash dump your lying around...argh why is he trying to do kung fu. i can't take it anymore, i feel like gouging out my eyes with this plastic fork.<br />
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stop it ... STOP. this is gonna me nightmares for sure.<br />
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you know what ? amsterdam is a nice city. its pretty cool. ppl talk english, their friendly. the air smells a little different. like flowers and fresh baked bread. i can't really describe it very well... i think it has a hint of purple-pink too... sometimes if you pass a eatery though, it smells really yuck. like some fried meat or some sort of cooked meat. and not chicken meat. its different meat. cause i think chicken meat hardly smells at all, and infact might be confusing in the fact that it doesnt smell so much.. ok i'm blabbering. the second sign of madness.<br />
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isn't the room tiny but adorable ? like a mini replica of an actual room. i think i'd be a happy person once i lived in europe for a couple of years. i'd be so happy to see the space back in blore compared to the tiny dollhouses we live in here. what's space anyways ? as long as i have a high ceiling and floor to ceiling windows, i don't care about the sq foot. i declare! and its pretty sleek kind of furniture too. makes me positively giidy with all the culture i'm supposedly soaking in. or maybe its the jetlag.<br />
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i saw happy feet, part TWO. god i wish i hadn't. but really choices are limited when ur flying and ur depressed enough to be sobbing on the lapels of the gentleman next to you. qucik turn on a cartoon and hope you don't start bawling at him like a 3 day old infant. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">disclaimer: author might not be fully 'there'.
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<span style="font-size: 11pt;">It's not even Monday
yet, and I feel exhausted. Things don't look much different from across the
pond. Except for the folks cycling away happily in snow. Are you ppl kidding me
? On the west side of the pond, ppl can barely drive for heaven's sake. No not
even for their own mum's sake can they drive in snow. And kids ! Mind you kids
are cycling away.</span></div>
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Snow covers the wast
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The canals are cute.
And I catch glimpses of the amsterdam as I breeze right through in a train. My
phone is stolen. So now I have to open my laptop to know the time. When did my
phone replace everything else I own in my life ? Why is my phone now more needed
than my own brain ?</div>
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Atleast I'm on the
right train. After the kind ticketmaster gives me a ticket, and prints out the
route,all in dutch mind you. thank you my good man. And I really can't
understand him , I think he said platform 3, but turns out it was 2. and turns
out he thought my Thursday was Tuesday and gave me the return ticket for the
wrong day. My good man ! Please don't torture me today. </div>
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I ask these nice ppl
for confirmation that I'm finally standing on the right platform. I was
counting on my google translate and google maps. Both of which I don't have
right now. </div>
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And they tell me to
get on the next train with them. Well I did. </div>
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After a couple of
stops I'm a little uneasy. My plan says I need to get off at 8:40. its 8:39 and
I'm not at the right station. I'm fidgeting now.. Ready to panic any minute.
Any minute now. </div>
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Luckily a conductor
stops by. Aaah ! My good man, you can help me. </div>
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"hi, so is my
stop [ I show him ] the next stop?"</div>
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"nope, your on
the wrong train"</div>
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"wat?!?!"</div>
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"yes your on
the wrong train. This train doesn’t go to that stop."</div>
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"but
…but.."</div>
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"you should
check the time", he insists while his finger stabs my paper and he admonishes me with a.. with an admonishing look.. [ ok little lame ]</div>
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"but I did,
this train came at the time printed on my plan !"</div>
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"oh the train
was late", he shrugs</div>
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"but…
but…"</div>
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Aah! But you want to go to eindhoven. That is
still possible. Get off in amsterdam central and take this train."</div>
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"The 8:46
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"yes, you have
5 minutes to make it to platform 4b, maybe that train is late too….wait a
minute this is not for today"</div>
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"yes pls check
for today"</div>
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"ok you have a
train at 9:08, you got plenty of time. "</div>
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"ok is there a
name on the trains?"</div>
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He looks at me to
see if I'm being sarcastic, I'm not ! I'm dead serious. How the fuck do you
tell where the train is going? All the announcements are in dutch !</div>
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"you just ask
somebody before you get on."</div>
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ok , my stop is
here. I gotta go now. Nice friendly ppl in amsterdam. </div>
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I'm happy to see
that there at least a few non-dutch folk waiting to go to eindhoven. they look about as perplexed as i do. infact i notice a couple of dutch speaking natives looking perplexed. let me just follow the black guy.. i mean african american who seems to be heading to eindhoven too... wait a minute. what if he's following me ??</div>
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Thanks to
yesterday's fiasco, I have no idea how I'll get to my hotel when I get off in
eindhoven. I have a vague idea of seeing the map 2 days ago. Someone said the
hotel was just 2 blocks away. Luckily its only -4C and my face only feels like
a few hundred needles are poking it. </div>
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I guess I'll be
fine. I have the whole day to reach my hotel. Just a wee bit hungry that's all.
But thanks to my unplanned route across amsterdam city, I did get a glimpse of
the canals. The tiny dutch houses. Couple of windmills. Lot of barge like structures
stuck in the frozen water. Cobbled stone roads,
which looked too narrow to let a standard car through ..</div>
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Looks like an
awesome place to visit in summer. </div>
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Cop uncle your not
much help. Neither are you phone ppl, all u call service ppl. At&t is the
worst. Most difficult to get hold of. I mean seriously, is that what they call
customer service ? They treat their customers like shit. After being kept on hold
for what seemed like forever [ more like 10 min ] I was speaking to a cheery
lady who's tone didn't skip a beat when I mentioned I was robbed. ROBBED
goddamn it. I'm not inviting you to high noon tea. Sure she said she was sorry
that it happened to me , but she wasn't really. Well no need to take out your
anger on her QoD. </div>
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Take a deep breath.
Focus your anger on the assholes who threw a rock at ur car and broke the
window and stole the phone. </div>
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So I explain to her
what happened and what I need. </div>
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"I understand,
Do you want to suspend the service ? ", she asks in that sickeningly sweet
voice. </div>
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I'm confused,"
is there some other choice ?"</div>
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"well you could
leave the service active, or suspend it "</div>
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"how would
leaving the device active help ?"</div>
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LADY it doesn’t help
me at all. Infact those morons might be making calls to mongolia for all I
know. </div>
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Well seems like
there has been no activity on the phone since yesterday afternoon. Maybe
they're still hungover and haven't recovered yet. </div>
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Cops weren't too
helpful either. He says the best case scenario is that it might be lying in
some dump. My poor phone ! And no hope of ever recovering it. </div>
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Good lord. This is
the best day ever. </div>
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if ur offended or insulted or horrified.... go away.</div>Queen of Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17470608341726640187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911845951504826430.post-36298482165783642292012-02-05T02:13:00.000-08:002012-02-05T02:15:06.191-08:00i tRuSteD thE uniVErSe aNd iT sLLaPpEd mE riGHt baCk<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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so i admit it. i did... no make that DO walk around staring at some infinite point in space. with my head far far away.<span style="font-size: 11pt;">and hardly any
attention paid to my surroundings. trusting in the innate goodness of the ppl
around me </span><span style="font-size: 11pt;">and the universe to
take care of one of it's own.</span></div>
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well that taught me.
taught me good. </div>
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today i walked to my
car. it was parked right in front of my appt. i walked there barefoot to get my
phone. </div>
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as usual i had
forgotten my phone in the car. so ive forgotten other things before. </div>
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ive forgotten my
wallet in the office. my phone in the car, my wallet in the car, my gps in the
car in wide view, my passport in an auto.. my keys in the door and slept the night away inside... the list is endless it seems. <span style="font-size: 11pt;">this is just another
time i've forgotten just another thing. and i'm going to get it. K is beyond
frustrated. </span><span style="font-size: 11pt;">he's beyond mad.
he's just resigned to me ever learning to be careful.</span></div>
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so i walk to the
car. and as i move towards the passenger seat, i notice some glass on the
ground. </div>
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that's funny. did i
park my car around all that glass. it cant be good for my tires. and then my
eyes move up towards the key lock to unlock the door. </div>
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they widen in shock
and i stiffen. I suck in my breadth sharply. the window is broken. my car
doesnt look right. it looks somewhat naked. </div>
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but everything is
still there. why is the window broken ?? Is that how my car is normally ? No.
my brain is frantically trying to comprehend. But I don't. comprehend that is. </div>
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All the papers. It
looks exactly the same. Why is there an ugly rock on the seat ? And where the
fuck is my phone ??</div>
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Now it hits me. my
heart sinks to soles of my shoes. </div>
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I am totally fucked.</div>
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Yes I know I have
finally broken my golden rule of not swearing in public. well screw it. <span style="font-size: 11pt;"> </span></div>
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If ever I deserved
my title, it is now. If ever you had doubt that I didn't deserve the title of
the Queen of Disaster, well let your doubts be cleared. For here is final proof
that no matter how much I lament that my life is routine and boring now, mayhem
is always by my side. </div>
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I am shocked. Aghast
is more like it. </div>
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my heartrate slowly
returns to normal… as I'm sitting on this flight, I'm forced to wonder,
"if this happens on Monday morning, how's the rest of the week going to
be?"</div>
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Imagine my
consternation, when I'm all ready and kind of packed and about to leave home to
catch my 8AM shuttle to Santa Clara. </div>
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Imagine me casually
looking at emails on my phone and seeing a no-show penalty for my actual 6AM
flight. </div>
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I read the email
with a growing sense of horror, with about a thousand, no lets be realistic
about 4 voices in my head clamoring for my attention. The words no-show, fees,
department, manager all floating over the screen , and my dazed eyes trying to
understand how this could happen. </div>
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Sh&% s&^%
sh&^!!</div>
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I am so screwed. So
I race to the airport, explain my goofup to the lady. </div>
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Luckily since I
showed up, they'll waive the no show fee against my dept. well phew dat. </div>
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She eyes me with a
semi-steely glint and tells me I can wait for someone to not show up on the
next flight if I want. If I don't get on that 8AM flight, then I'll just have
to cancel for the day. </div>
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So now I'm sitting
in the seat, hoping someone has a bad day and can't make it. sucks man!</div>
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She tells me the
checkin closes at 7:45 and till then she doesn’t know. </div>
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It's 7:05 now. </div>
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So there I sit
chewing my nails, metaphorically. </div>
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7:15</div>
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7:26</div>
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7:35</div>
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Ppl keep entering
and I'm wincing with every person who walks in through the door for a boarding
pass. </div>
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7:48 and I walk up
to the desk. </div>
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"any seat
left?"</div>
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She looks around,
calls for a lady and someone walks in through the door. My heart drops to the
bottom of my shoes and I think, "ok better let my manager know I won't
make it. But wait… the lady looks
slightly bored. Not at all like someon trying to desperately make it on time
before checkin closes. </div>
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So she looks at me,
and says well. "looks like you made it"</div>
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PHEW</div>
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Now I'm sitting in
the flight. My heartrate's trying to get back to normal. Sipping my da^&
tea.</div>
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Btw I finished all 7 seasons of the star trek TnG. Am I a trekkie? Not yet. I
just thought it was amusing. Hey! They used tablets back then !! Mebe that's
where jobs got his ideas from. </div>
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<br />
i was fwded this<br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/sarah_kay_if_i_should_have_a_daughter.html" style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #1155cc; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" target="_blank">TED talks - spoken poetry</a>
<br />
<br />
<br />
it's pretty good. did i connect... hmm not really. is there something wrong with me for not finding her an amazing inspiration and awe inspiring? or am i already too cynical... hmm. or perhaps my depth peaked in my teenage years and now i'm just a shallow workaholic who can't think beyond my petty insignificant life.<br />
<br />
shrug.. do i care.<br />
<br />
i remember a time when i was tortured by my own purpose, and days and nights spent wondering what i was born for. i think i came to think conclusion that i was born for nothing. i was just born. and i will just die. and its just my id that craves for a meaning because i cant handle the reality that i'm just a random spark in a random universe who just exists for a random amount of time. can YOU handle that thought? it's pretty tough going through life thinking that, right ? no?<br />
have you tried it? really? i wonder at ur capacity to speak the truth to urself. there IS NO purpose. the best you can do is probably have a few laughs, help some folks around, well atleast help urself if nothing else. create a few ripples if needed and then try to die without troubling others too much. [ no i don't need you to change my old person diaper, i can do it myself ]<br />
<br />
but then look at that video. listen to it. did you really feel it. connect to her? she's just .... pop poetry. like justin bieber. all wide eyed and wondering. and who's to say that's not poetry. sure it could be i guess. but my experiences have not been all wide eyed and doe eyed and wondering. i feel a little more wonder when i read that poem. about the hour in a grain of sand and flower something.. u know the one.<br />
<br />
read the comments and i think lot of ppl felt that way. they didnt connect. felt it was a bit too sappy. too heavy on the feel-good and high on the cheesy sentiments.<br />
<br />
it's an interesting way to share ur ideas sure. but... old eyes. lady you don't know how old eyes look. old eyes are not filled with wonder. point B? why? is her daughter called point A ? i don't get it.<br />
<br />
<br />
now<br />
<br />
<br />
she writes poetry.<br />
she speaks to me. well if not her words, her voice does.<br />
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most of what she writes are variations of unrequited love poems. so i can't say i really feel it. wait, am i allowed to say that. K is going to mad.... :/ ooops i'm in the doghouse aren't I.<br />
but i did feel it once. maybe. [ not that i'd easily admit it anyways ]. man though she has a voice.<br />
<br />
note to self: adelle, set fire to rain<br />
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Amex is being awesome. they are asking me for feedback. feedback ! for my experience booking travel with them.<br />
<br />
oh wonderful ! i can give them feedback. sure i have ten minutes in a day to do this.<br />
<br />
rate your experience with us - horrible<br />
please explain the reason for your rating - somewhere in between horrible and reaching a painful end being gored to death by a raging bull. moreover this survey also produces sharp needle like pains in my right eye.<br />
would you like to recommend someone for an awesome experience - no<br />
why not - refer above<br />
were you satisfied with your ease of booking - no terribly poor<br />
please explain the reason - the search tool is horrible. it cannot find fares listed on actual airline websites , infact it couldn't find a mole on a monkey's butt. the travel counsellor is marginally better for multi -city reservations but the sharp pain in my eye comes back every time i have to call them. it takes so long to tell my credit card number multiple times, i could grow wings and fly to my destination.<br />
please tell us how we can improve your experience - replace amex with kayak.com, change the company to sell shoes, replace the people with monkeys randomly babbling, any number of things would be an improvement.<br />
would you recommend us to your friend - not unless i hated them and wanted them to experience the sweet sweet agony of sharp pains in the right eye.<br />
whats the likelihood of you coming back - very because my company is too stupid to hire someone else. or no one else enjoys gouging ppl in the eye as much as you, so your the only one there to torture me.<br />
can we give them ur name so they can directly contact you about your experience - sure what the heck. maybe they have ice for my eye. one can hope can't they ?<br />
thanks for your feedbcak - no thank YOU! you survey monkey bot. you make me feel like i'm loved...<br />
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<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">disclaimer: author might not be fully 'there'.
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how kind of my office. they are lending us shovels to shovel our a$$ no i mean our cars out of the parking lot when it snows. aaaaw they care about us.<br />
well now.. you know if you really loved me , you'd build a parking structure.... but that would contribute to global warming.. aaaah now i'm conflicted. do i want to spend all winter shovelling or walk into a nice warmed up car care.<br />
<br />
now why the heck is the lady next to me talking about clergy and sexual orientation ? for the last half hour !!<br />
OMG lady some of us are trying to blog.. errr work. but noooo go right ahead. talk about the employment policies of the clergy and their potential discrimination against ppl with variety of sexual orientation.<br />
hey i don't know.. just telling you what i heard, man. its a strange strange world out there.<br />
<br />
oh wait now she's talking about boy scout america. and the church. and orientation ?? wait i have to hear more about this.. this might actually be news worthy.. brb<br />
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***<br />
so we just had our bonus announced. it's pretty good. yes i can take a vacation if i want to. yes i can go to bora bora for a week. but another lady who sits next to me.. let's call her lady P [ man ever since i moved, i have just too many ppl ] sitting next to me ] , she couldnt stop complaining about the bonus. apparently she has 6 patents accepted and 13-14 patents pending. well wooho. so she did a lot of good work in the first five years of her career. but come to last year, and really lady, half the time you were on a break taking ur kids to school. why you complaining about the bonus.<br />
that reminds me of lady R, and lady A all complainers about the how much they work and how little they get out of it. wait how come they're all ladies. why are there no pigs A-Z ? oops i mean lord A-Zs ? i don't hear any of the guys complaining so much. yes i know a couple of guys.. one complains that he doesnt have enough work and the other complains that his manager is a kadoos. but its not the whining kind of complaint. generally they contend themselves with calling someone an idiot and then turning their attention to the next football game.<br />
i must observe this phenomenon some more.<br />
<br />
***<br />
i can now go 6 miles. yes i huff and puff quite a lot. but its a considerable feat, considering.. you know.. what i was before. i shall call it pre-2010 and post-2010. i need some fancy names for the eras. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">disclaimer: author might not be fully 'there'.
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well... FINALLY. we can breathe a sigh of relief. while Anand has been very generous in his praise, albeit he does sound as biased as an I employee.. still , like they said, we just want to get a seat at the table.<br />
<br />
if you don't know what i'm blabbering about. never mind. follow the CES. follow the I. follow the little rectangle box in my boss's pockets. well enough of that.<br />
<br />
so we finally reached a kind of milestone today. but what from here? what do you do, when your pinged by someone introducing himself as your replacement :D go find another job !<br />
<br />
****<br />
yesterday , i did 5 miles. for the first time since a long long time. about a month after i restarted running. it was Awesome ! with a capital A !<br />
so yes i hadn't had a good lunch and i started feeling a little dizzy a the 2 mile mark. but hey, my a$$ doesn't tell me what to do. and so i gritted my teeth and continued. d@#$ it to hell and back i was supposed to do 4 miles and do it i will. around 3.0 mile mark, my knee starts giving a bit of twinge. not really severe pain, but a twinge nonetheless. so i slow down and broodingly consider the options. d@#$ it , no options. so i pause for a few seconds and stretch and startup. around the 4.0 mile mark i feel great. one more mile to go. now my legs are more fluid. i got some more energy from somewhere and my movements are smoother. knee no longer hurts.<br />
yaay 5 mile. walk/jog/run whatevery you want to call it.<br />
<br />
soon i'll be doing the 10k without having to grimace so much.<br />
<br />
and mebe.. just mebe one day i'll run the marathon !<br />
<br />
not bad huh, for a dumpy couch potato. i have to say muscle memory is a marvelous evolutionary trick we developed. where would we be without it ??<br />
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****<br />
do you follow the debates? ur lucky if you don't. then you won't routinely feel like gouging your eyes out. what the heck is wrong with those fools ? and the folks who vote for them ? i'm kind of OK with RP. but the rest? are complete idiotic mormons, no i mean morons.<br />
especially the cowboy losers who go on and on about obamacare and some stupid A values. yeah sure , if being stupid, stubborn and always looking for a fight is an A value, then sure.. you guys all totally exemplify it.<br />
but like K said, remember this is the country that voted for Bush .. twice.<br />
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it is a given. if i have to go to the blood sucking , semi retarted, vampire/zombie... i mean dentist, then you can expect me to be raging mad bull after i get back. with steam out of my ears and the red face.<br />
<br />
especially the dentist like the one i had been today.<br />
<br />
she not only made a hole in my perfectly good crown when there was absolutely no evidence any necessity of doing so, but then she had the audacity to defend her useless decisions by talking about the possibility of future infections. HELLO you incompetent retard..... infections are ALWAYS possible with my teeth, does that mean you have to go do a drilling dance on teeth that are not giving me any trouble ? and then stop halfway saying they are calcified and i now have to go to a endo ... endo... endo -idiot ???<br />
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and that too when YOUR own colleague who was the unfortunate idiot to actually do the drilling, when he says that there is no reason for me to go ahead with it ??<br />
so i take a step back. if the two dentists in the same office cannot agree that a procedure , expensive and painful to boot is needed, then why the eff.. should i believe either of you ?<br />
<br />
oh and i come back for a filling. i mean its a bleeding filling. how bad can it be... i suppose they teach that in the first year of dental college... but nope. my hopes were too high and too false on the value of american dental colleges.<br />
so you do the adjustment, and then you ask me , me who has half a numb face to tell you if the adjustment is ok??<br />
uhhh ?? what?<br />
<br />
and then i have to come back in a couple of days to get it fixed if i feel the adjustment is off???<br />
<br />
grrrr..<br />
<br />
no wonder my face is all steaming now and i'm mad as heck.<br />
<br />
and you do all this while watching some idiotic day time show about 8000 dollar hair and the importance of the perfect hairdo. should i be worried that you are cratering my teeth ?<br />
come back? HA! are you mad? insane? cuckoo?? BY GOD i should be running in the opposite direction screaming and waving my arms about madly. BLOODY H***. BY GOD i should sue you.<br />
<br />
you .. you... dentist! [ whats a better insult ? i can't think of one ]<br />
<br />
man , i am steaming. i need to punch a few holes into the wall. brb<br />
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if ur offended or insulted or horrified.... go away.</div>Queen of Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17470608341726640187noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911845951504826430.post-92039222605885801322011-12-23T05:18:00.000-08:002011-12-23T05:18:27.194-08:00dELetE LiSt, eMPty miNd<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
you know that taskbar on the side ? that one.. the google chat bar on the side of your gmail.. the one that shows random ppl you have ever emailed once in ur life like 4.6 light years ago. it's like google trying to make you more social and friendly. all that pressure.... aaaaaahrgh<br />
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so i started removing them. never show, block, block, never show, never show, never show..<br />
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pretty soon i have a completely empty chat list. looks like i can finally feel peaceful at last.<br />
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it was like all this pressure to talk to these random kindergarden and high school ppl i barely remember. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">disclaimer: author might not be fully 'there'.
if ur offended or insulted or horrified.... go away.</div>Queen of Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17470608341726640187noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911845951504826430.post-71038289208443361032011-12-22T12:20:00.000-08:002011-12-22T12:20:09.177-08:00mY dRyeR iS hUNgRy - qUiCk pAsS tHe SaLt<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
so i had 3 socks. there they sat woeful and sad on my dresser. there were 3 and they were each missing their soulmate pair. you know the perfect match, made for them by the factory angel machines or child labourers.<br />
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so i got this costco bunch of socks and i dont know what i was thinking, but they were a dozen of them. in different shades of brown. yup , i thought.. easy peasy. i can manage this.<br />
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6 months later i have these 3 socks and i can't find their pair. each is a slightly different shade of brown and if i hold them close to each other , even an idiot can tell they don't match.<br />
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the other day i found another 3 tucked away in a bag. i was excited. this is it ! here are the matching 3 socks for those 3 socks. jolly good. now i can wear them. i took them from my sun room to the bed room. and lo and behold !<br />
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now i have 6 socks.<br />
that are missing their soulmate pair , sad and woeful on my dresser.<br />
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there they sit. waiting for me to find their pairs and bring it back to them. waiting and just waiting. its not going to happen, because the big bad dryer ate their soulmates up.<br />
since i don't know what to do.. i have fashioned a nice ... not necklace.. but a string of socks to tie around K's waist when he's cold.<br />
i hope he appreciates the trouble i've gone through.. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">disclaimer: author might not be fully 'there'.
if ur offended or insulted or horrified.... go away.</div>Queen of Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17470608341726640187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911845951504826430.post-30956785904008563682011-12-16T05:13:00.000-08:002011-12-16T05:13:27.664-08:00mmMMmmmMmm bREakFasT..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
what do you do, when you are absentminded enough to add raw toor daal into your oatmeal breakfast ???<br />
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WHAT was i THINKING ???<br />
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painstakingly fish out each grain of toor daal ofcourse and then go ahead and eat the oatmeal.<br />
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hey...this isn't so bad.. <b>crunch</b>.. OOwww. well actually it's giving a pretty good ... <b>crunch</b>... nutty.... <b>crunch</b>.... flavour....<br />
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well i'm done with THAT.. somethign was off though... oh right! i forgot the sugar!<br />
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i'm really full now....oooowww my tummy kind of hurts...<br />
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if ur offended or insulted or horrified.... go away.</div>Queen of Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17470608341726640187noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3911845951504826430.post-50402072873367467162011-11-18T11:12:00.001-08:002011-11-18T11:15:24.264-08:00cOnTaCts nEeEdeD. cALL N<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
it's fascinating. going through some of the ppl on my FB list.<br />
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yes yes it's friday and i have nothing better to do. so there are all these ppl.. and for the life of me i can't remember them.<br />
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hmm... you. the funny looking guy who's making monkey faces at the camera. the camera sure doesn't love you, but i swear i remember you. are u my highschool .. scratch that. i went to an all girls high school... maybe college ..bud..classmate??<br />
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wierd. but ur name is sooooo familliar. i need to ask my friend. she's the walking memory banks who holds the keys to my past. i've pretty much forgotten everything else except her name and email id. actually i've forgotten her email id also. thankfully gmail does the job well enough. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">disclaimer: author might not be fully 'there'.
if ur offended or insulted or horrified.... go away.</div>Queen of Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17470608341726640187noreply@blogger.com1