hmm.. so i was one of those brilliant people in school (high school for le amerikaanos..) who could get by decently by studying at the last minute. in fact, that is the way i work best, last minute. its just something inherent, i can't change it. frankly, i wouldn't want to even if i could.
anyway, we had giganto lessons in history about the whole middle-east situation.. and i remember looking at all those wars that those people had .. 7 day wars, armistices, truces.. wars again.. it just went on and on and on and on and on and on and on.. i remember looking at the volume of my notes for that chapter and thinking.. if there was one place that i wish had been nuked, not that i wish any place was nuked, i wish this had been it.. it would have saved me oh so much trouble.. but, in hindsight, chances are i'd be learning about an impossible number of wars in some other corner of the world..
i remember an english major at tech (i used to be one too, long, long time ago!) who said to me "like, india is in the middle-east, right?" :D i love moments like that..
ever get the feeling that you were sitting in a car that was moving of its own accord?! (gee.. isn't that the car i own now? :P) i don't feel that way *while i am driving*.. i definitely feel that way about my life right now, something truly gigantic and earth shattering has happened. my brother is not going to be happy. he may just start looking for that nice indian boy who is settled here for me.. lol.. i pity the fool!! (a la mr. t!)
seriously, i'd rather die than settle for some nice indian boy who is settled in the states. i'd rather sing praises of charleston and talk about the sweetness and (do i dare joke about this, yes, i do!) the incredibly endearing and sweet naïveté of the natives here who tell you the significance of the pineapple while they secretly take offence to *your* naivete.. :P (if anyone takes offence to this last jesting statement of mine, i dare them to come tell me, face to face, that this is the case - i am very capable of tendering a most honest and genuine apology if the situation warrants it. but people who are supposed to be friends and let junk like this fester injure the friendship grievously)
as i always say.. its all bridge under the water :P the road will bring that which it was supposed to bring, and if it brought anything else, you'd be worried about being on the wrong road!
Monday, July 31, 2006
Sunday, July 30, 2006
my dishes are done.
today's been a blah kind of day. my overall mission of completely cleaning the apartment and doing laundry remains unachieved. however, i did get all my dishes done, took the trash out, bought a new (the old one had become truly nasty!), stocked the apartment with lots of ice-cream, cooked lunch for tomorrow (also packed a wholesome dessert of fresh peaches!) and explored Daniel Island some.
I also found my new mission for this week. I may need some preparation, though. The path may be fraught with alligators, and I still haven't worked out an escape plan if confronted by one. I found this nice trail on Daniel Island, and I walked along some of it, about a quarter of a mile. However, the trail forks off and I want to go beyond this fork, but as I mentioned before, I am scared of the stupid alligators that infest the island in some spots. Will have to mull that one over some, perhaps do some internet research and try and find a map for the trail. All good things that shall be done in due time. (doubt pepper spray will work against a gator :P)
Also, need to start preparing for mammoth trip to Birmingham, Alabama.
Here are some pictures from my fun little excursion today. (The Peer Pressure track from Eternal Sunshine is awesome!! Its my theme for life right now.)
I also found my new mission for this week. I may need some preparation, though. The path may be fraught with alligators, and I still haven't worked out an escape plan if confronted by one. I found this nice trail on Daniel Island, and I walked along some of it, about a quarter of a mile. However, the trail forks off and I want to go beyond this fork, but as I mentioned before, I am scared of the stupid alligators that infest the island in some spots. Will have to mull that one over some, perhaps do some internet research and try and find a map for the trail. All good things that shall be done in due time. (doubt pepper spray will work against a gator :P)
Also, need to start preparing for mammoth trip to Birmingham, Alabama.
Here are some pictures from my fun little excursion today. (The Peer Pressure track from Eternal Sunshine is awesome!! Its my theme for life right now.)
Saturday, July 29, 2006
i'm done being angry
went for a ride... mr. darcy rocks... my friend called and made a token gesture of peace, i think he is going to come visit not this coming weekend but the weekend after. it'll be good.
found something kind of cool on you tube.. anyone who has watched the Chinpokoman episode of South Park would appreciate it:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=Zsn7BDWL5KY&mode=related&search=chinpokomon
I think one of the scenes that I loved the most from this episode was when they all go to the Chinpokoman camp and the Japanese dude says his piece and everyone goes silent, and Cartman says "Dude, is this cool? I can't tell." lol.. it just reminds me of what it was like to be a teenager/younger than that.
The Chinpokoman episode heavily focuses on a certain anatomical feature of the perfidy that is the male of the species. It reminds me of this crazily funny incident that I heard from a friend, who I shall not name in order to protect her honour. She was expounding her theory to me, over ice-cream (ofcourse, crazy conversations and ice-cream go together, like dutch chocolate and strawberries!), that guys with small thingies basically have issues and that guys with big thingies don't. (I will refrain from commenting on this theory, since there is a dearth of scientific proof to support/disprove the same.) She told me about the first time that she saw her first boyfriend's thingy. (She didn't like the dude, she had already moved past him at this point.) She said, that she looked at it and thought to herself "is that it?". LOL ROFL LMAO
All I could say was "Gee, I hope you didn't tell the poor b*stard that to his face." And she hadn't. It has to be one of the funniest things I have heard while enjoying some good ol' marble slab ice-cream.
found something kind of cool on you tube.. anyone who has watched the Chinpokoman episode of South Park would appreciate it:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=Zsn7BDWL5KY&mode=related&search=chinpokomon
I think one of the scenes that I loved the most from this episode was when they all go to the Chinpokoman camp and the Japanese dude says his piece and everyone goes silent, and Cartman says "Dude, is this cool? I can't tell." lol.. it just reminds me of what it was like to be a teenager/younger than that.
The Chinpokoman episode heavily focuses on a certain anatomical feature of the perfidy that is the male of the species. It reminds me of this crazily funny incident that I heard from a friend, who I shall not name in order to protect her honour. She was expounding her theory to me, over ice-cream (ofcourse, crazy conversations and ice-cream go together, like dutch chocolate and strawberries!), that guys with small thingies basically have issues and that guys with big thingies don't. (I will refrain from commenting on this theory, since there is a dearth of scientific proof to support/disprove the same.) She told me about the first time that she saw her first boyfriend's thingy. (She didn't like the dude, she had already moved past him at this point.) She said, that she looked at it and thought to herself "is that it?". LOL ROFL LMAO
All I could say was "Gee, I hope you didn't tell the poor b*stard that to his face." And she hadn't. It has to be one of the funniest things I have heard while enjoying some good ol' marble slab ice-cream.
omfg
(just hung up on a *friend*) i am incredibly offended right now. i am so fucking tired of people taking me for granted!! i am a decent human being who will always try her best to give a friend a break. but i think people have forgotten that i have feelings too!
i am a new driver. yes, i know they are a high risk category. yes, i did something truly horrible on the interstate. but i *know* that when push comes to shove, i am better than 70% of the drivers out there. if you think otherwise, don't bother talking to me, you can go fudge yourself, i honest to fudging god don't fudging care!!! don't fudging tell me, even in jest, that you won't ride in a car with me, when i count on you as a good friend. there is enough doodoo in life right now without jeopradizing my confidence in the one outlet in life right now. i would *never* *never* *never* do anything risky when i have a friend, or anyone else, or when its just me in the car, who the fudge gets off saying something like that??!?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
i'm done with taking crap from people. if you give me no respect, no time you will get none from me. and as far as my driving is concerned, if you have something to say, you better damn well make sure its worth saying before opening your mouth, because i am not in the mood to hear useless shit. (that's right, i *will* wait till you drive to work and then come drive behind you! :P hyuk, hyuk.. its a joke)
i am a new driver. yes, i know they are a high risk category. yes, i did something truly horrible on the interstate. but i *know* that when push comes to shove, i am better than 70% of the drivers out there. if you think otherwise, don't bother talking to me, you can go fudge yourself, i honest to fudging god don't fudging care!!! don't fudging tell me, even in jest, that you won't ride in a car with me, when i count on you as a good friend. there is enough doodoo in life right now without jeopradizing my confidence in the one outlet in life right now. i would *never* *never* *never* do anything risky when i have a friend, or anyone else, or when its just me in the car, who the fudge gets off saying something like that??!?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
i'm done with taking crap from people. if you give me no respect, no time you will get none from me. and as far as my driving is concerned, if you have something to say, you better damn well make sure its worth saying before opening your mouth, because i am not in the mood to hear useless shit. (that's right, i *will* wait till you drive to work and then come drive behind you! :P hyuk, hyuk.. its a joke)
Friday, July 28, 2006
note to self - artists to look out for
Title: 'AMERICA'
Artist: RAZORLIGHT
Album: RAZORLIGHT
Label: VERTIGO
reflex - tanzi
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fqvRfp4ADbs&feature=PlayList&p=E2B9923CF334CD5F&index=3&playnext=4
Artist: RAZORLIGHT
Album: RAZORLIGHT
Label: VERTIGO
reflex - tanzi
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fqvRfp4ADbs&feature=PlayList&p=E2B9923CF334CD5F&index=3&playnext=4
wow.. i guess a car can't cure boredom entirely..
i'm bored again.. think i am procrastinating sleep again, what is wrong with me? i left work early because i wasn't feeling a 100% (no, i did not duck out early to drive, i took a 2 hour lunch to do that :P)
i am going to the ice-skating rink tomorrow. never been to one before, so this is going to be interesting. the woman told me to bring a blank and gloves! it will be nice to be a part of something cool... :P (didja catch the pun?)
my brain is going a gazillion miles a minute again. i really, really wish i could stop thinking and feeling as much as i do. it is exhausting and hurtful at times. i am trying to assume a foetal position emotionally where i am protecting myself from any hurt. but my brain isn't all together on that, even!! to use a driving metaphor, i feel this curve coming up ahead and i am trying to slow down to make the turn fine, but some perverse part of me is pressing the accelerator to see what happens when i push the limits.
random thoughts in my head..
* radio vs. youtube, google vid etc.
radio --> playlist established, more of an opportunity for you to sample different stuff, listen to conversationa
youtube, google vid --> allow you to listen to the same song over and over again (yes, yes, i confess i do that.. a *lot*.. but it takes a truly special song)... drawback, no branching out.. easy to get stuck in a rut of the same artists.. plus, amazing time suckage :P (as opposed to corporate suckage! :P)
* blogging and how you might get into trouble at work .. i read something on the bbc and later wired about bloggers who got into trouble for badmouthing their employers in cyberspace. hmm.. i have always had issues with censorship and any curbing of freedom of speech. however, i see, sort of, the employer's perspective. i think a blogger has to be smart and protect himself from being sued. basically, don't be an idiot, show some courage. if you truly have something heinous to say about your place of work, go tell it to your manager, who might actually be able to make things change?
* blogging and how people might read what you write. i really regret sharing my blog address with some of my friends. i used to write a journal, for a few years, and when i went home to india, i had to take it with me (didn't want any friends reading it by mistake) and hide it (definitely didn't want my mother laying her hands on it). i had to hide it when my mother visited here. the beauty of a blog, from that perspective, is that my family will never find out! :P
anyway, the good news is that not everything i write here is true, especially the intensity with which i hate charles-doody-ton. sometimes i just need to rant and say some rubbish, and the blog is most obliging. i definitely have not spilled my guts entirely on the blog. that would be stupid. i have said a lot of that which i mean, and some of it seems a little too personal, and its starting to bother me now. i think revoking posts is kind of lame, so i won't do that. maybe i'll just start a different blog and not divulge the address to anyone.
i have a public face that i prefer maintaining, even online. i hate my stupidity in letting the boundary rip and some of my true self peek through. fudge!
ok.. this is getting ridiculously long, and honestly, i have lost motivation and direction and am digressing needlessly and uselessly. i already drove for an hour and half tonight for fun.. so i guess i should go sleep.. :P
i am going to the ice-skating rink tomorrow. never been to one before, so this is going to be interesting. the woman told me to bring a blank and gloves! it will be nice to be a part of something cool... :P (didja catch the pun?)
my brain is going a gazillion miles a minute again. i really, really wish i could stop thinking and feeling as much as i do. it is exhausting and hurtful at times. i am trying to assume a foetal position emotionally where i am protecting myself from any hurt. but my brain isn't all together on that, even!! to use a driving metaphor, i feel this curve coming up ahead and i am trying to slow down to make the turn fine, but some perverse part of me is pressing the accelerator to see what happens when i push the limits.
random thoughts in my head..
* radio vs. youtube, google vid etc.
radio --> playlist established, more of an opportunity for you to sample different stuff, listen to conversationa
youtube, google vid --> allow you to listen to the same song over and over again (yes, yes, i confess i do that.. a *lot*.. but it takes a truly special song)... drawback, no branching out.. easy to get stuck in a rut of the same artists.. plus, amazing time suckage :P (as opposed to corporate suckage! :P)
* blogging and how you might get into trouble at work .. i read something on the bbc and later wired about bloggers who got into trouble for badmouthing their employers in cyberspace. hmm.. i have always had issues with censorship and any curbing of freedom of speech. however, i see, sort of, the employer's perspective. i think a blogger has to be smart and protect himself from being sued. basically, don't be an idiot, show some courage. if you truly have something heinous to say about your place of work, go tell it to your manager, who might actually be able to make things change?
* blogging and how people might read what you write. i really regret sharing my blog address with some of my friends. i used to write a journal, for a few years, and when i went home to india, i had to take it with me (didn't want any friends reading it by mistake) and hide it (definitely didn't want my mother laying her hands on it). i had to hide it when my mother visited here. the beauty of a blog, from that perspective, is that my family will never find out! :P
anyway, the good news is that not everything i write here is true, especially the intensity with which i hate charles-doody-ton. sometimes i just need to rant and say some rubbish, and the blog is most obliging. i definitely have not spilled my guts entirely on the blog. that would be stupid. i have said a lot of that which i mean, and some of it seems a little too personal, and its starting to bother me now. i think revoking posts is kind of lame, so i won't do that. maybe i'll just start a different blog and not divulge the address to anyone.
i have a public face that i prefer maintaining, even online. i hate my stupidity in letting the boundary rip and some of my true self peek through. fudge!
ok.. this is getting ridiculously long, and honestly, i have lost motivation and direction and am digressing needlessly and uselessly. i already drove for an hour and half tonight for fun.. so i guess i should go sleep.. :P
i knew i had the right idea all along..
Read the following article on the bbc:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/5224306.stm
So, ofcourse its all hokey in the end, because really, who can truly measure happiness? But, considering that my next country of residence ranked 2nd, I know that I have had the right idea all along.
I sent out an email today, the deed is done, I am here for another year. *sigh* Life is funny.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/5224306.stm
So, ofcourse its all hokey in the end, because really, who can truly measure happiness? But, considering that my next country of residence ranked 2nd, I know that I have had the right idea all along.
I sent out an email today, the deed is done, I am here for another year. *sigh* Life is funny.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
dear bloggy..
Aka friend substitute, I think the Damien Rice song - Blower's Daughter is awesome, except for the part where the woman sings. That part, imho, kind of blows. :P :D
hopeless romantic seeks filthy wh*re! ;)
http://www.horsman.co.nz/story.do?id=67
I thought the ads were pretty cute.
Damn, I am still amazed at how life progresses. Still amazed at where I am. Still absorbing the shock of being in Charleston, SC. Still wondering that I survived that horrible spin. Still accepting that I finally have a car and the freedom to do what I please with my time.
Still seeing the damn smoke on the road.
I thought the ads were pretty cute.
Damn, I am still amazed at how life progresses. Still amazed at where I am. Still absorbing the shock of being in Charleston, SC. Still wondering that I survived that horrible spin. Still accepting that I finally have a car and the freedom to do what I please with my time.
Still seeing the damn smoke on the road.
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
i have now been to a piggly wiggly
yes... the day has arrived.. i set foot in a piggly wiggly today. i can never think of p.w. without remembering my ECE 2031 LTA Chris who returned to his high-school job after graduating from GT.
i am very happy.
i am very happy.
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
damn.. its been 5 days..
well, the good news is that my car is here!!! life is infinitely better!! the sobering news is that i am not the fantastically gifted driver that i always suspected i was. although i am very close to perfection, there is something by way of wandering attention that needs some attending.
going to atlanta felt like one big, comfortable, warm, loving, protecting, enveloping hug. people there actually care. i got about 10 phone calls close to my arrival into charleston, from friends who were concerned about my first big, solo drive.
i love those hugs when you hug someone and you feel a sense of protection, affection and genuine love (ofcourse platonic etc.). i brought fitzwilliam's fish tank, so he won't be in the very huggable fishbowl. maybe i'll stick a fake fish in the fish bowl and hug it anyway.
naaa.. i think life has moved beyond the pathetic phase. atleast now everyday there is the exciting game of will i be alive at the end of the day in my most beloved car and also, will i remember to disengage the damn parking brakes before driving away?!?!?!?! (my friend would kill me, but i think i drove about 30 miles on the interstate with the damn parking brakes on! :P)
i feel exhausted.. the car is glorious.. i love it..
/me crosses her finger with hopes for a happy august.
going to atlanta felt like one big, comfortable, warm, loving, protecting, enveloping hug. people there actually care. i got about 10 phone calls close to my arrival into charleston, from friends who were concerned about my first big, solo drive.
i love those hugs when you hug someone and you feel a sense of protection, affection and genuine love (ofcourse platonic etc.). i brought fitzwilliam's fish tank, so he won't be in the very huggable fishbowl. maybe i'll stick a fake fish in the fish bowl and hug it anyway.
naaa.. i think life has moved beyond the pathetic phase. atleast now everyday there is the exciting game of will i be alive at the end of the day in my most beloved car and also, will i remember to disengage the damn parking brakes before driving away?!?!?!?! (my friend would kill me, but i think i drove about 30 miles on the interstate with the damn parking brakes on! :P)
i feel exhausted.. the car is glorious.. i love it..
/me crosses her finger with hopes for a happy august.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
vinnie...
someday, i am sure i'll be bored enough to start writing stories about my glorious hours with vinnie, my friend's cat.
in the mean time, let me just share this email that my friend sent me soon after moving away from atlanta:
Vinnie has reached a new all time low. He woke me up while meowing and pooping under my desk and he was scolded. He took refuge at the food bowl eating... He binge eating was closely followed by throwing up - however for the first time he was still eating when the urge hit him, and the unchewed, undigested food ended up back in the food bowl. *sigh*
if you want to see the most adorable little fuzz-ball that ever walked the planet, look at little vinnie's picture below:
in the mean time, let me just share this email that my friend sent me soon after moving away from atlanta:
Vinnie has reached a new all time low. He woke me up while meowing and pooping under my desk and he was scolded. He took refuge at the food bowl eating... He binge eating was closely followed by throwing up - however for the first time he was still eating when the urge hit him, and the unchewed, undigested food ended up back in the food bowl. *sigh*
if you want to see the most adorable little fuzz-ball that ever walked the planet, look at little vinnie's picture below:
ATLANTA BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11
Goodbye Charles-doody-ton, atleast for one glorious weekend!!!
Hello friends, family and a place full of love.
Goodbye you bunch of pompous, superficial *cough* sorry southern (that pulls in their two-facedness) bunch of butt-holes!
Hello friends, family and a place full of love.
Goodbye you bunch of pompous, superficial *cough* sorry southern (that pulls in their two-facedness) bunch of butt-holes!
keep your fingers crossed
i am keeping my fingers crossed.
i am happy, but i am also super angry!!! i wish i could kick someone's butt. it would really, really, really make me feel better.
seriously, me wanna kick some ass. !!!!! wtfroufrou!!! (ass is allowed.. froufrou's harsher brother is not.. neither is doodoo's0
i am happy, but i am also super angry!!! i wish i could kick someone's butt. it would really, really, really make me feel better.
seriously, me wanna kick some ass. !!!!! wtfroufrou!!! (ass is allowed.. froufrou's harsher brother is not.. neither is doodoo's0
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
the simplest lesson of all, yet so hard to learn
so, one of the biggest lessons that i have learnt in the past few months is the importance of communication and how flawed human perception really is. look at this picture:
http://www.gauravjalan.com/entertainment/pictures/strange/illusion/FrameSet.htm
my eyes took so much for granted that it took me close to 45 seconds to spot the flaw.
the flip side to this realization is questioning when you should trust your instincts. if you doubt everything you see, or allow for the flaw of the frame of reference everytime you make a judgement, then your brain will be overloaded and some decisions are just not worth all that cerebral activity.
i always give myself permission to take the coward's way out and cry "i'm confused!" and ask a question or two that will hopefully help clarify the situation. (that's why i am ok with saying i am agnostic, it allows me to procrastinate making a decision that will probably hurt my parents.)
i really don't like people who are two faced, intentionally, anyway. i know i hide a lot of what i think and actually mislead as well, but to date i think i have done it with malicious intent only when i was ten or so. never done it since. never lied to a person to screw them over in my adult life, intentionally, anyway. (notice i don't say i haven't lied! ;))
charleston... i don't understand the people too much. atlanta really wasn't "southern" in that being on a college campus really cushioned me from the culture of the region. not so in charleston. in my angrier moments i really resent and fume about their two-facedness. but really, i think its a defensive tactic.
i am confused - about a lot of things.
http://www.gauravjalan.com/entertainment/pictures/strange/illusion/FrameSet.htm
my eyes took so much for granted that it took me close to 45 seconds to spot the flaw.
the flip side to this realization is questioning when you should trust your instincts. if you doubt everything you see, or allow for the flaw of the frame of reference everytime you make a judgement, then your brain will be overloaded and some decisions are just not worth all that cerebral activity.
i always give myself permission to take the coward's way out and cry "i'm confused!" and ask a question or two that will hopefully help clarify the situation. (that's why i am ok with saying i am agnostic, it allows me to procrastinate making a decision that will probably hurt my parents.)
i really don't like people who are two faced, intentionally, anyway. i know i hide a lot of what i think and actually mislead as well, but to date i think i have done it with malicious intent only when i was ten or so. never done it since. never lied to a person to screw them over in my adult life, intentionally, anyway. (notice i don't say i haven't lied! ;))
charleston... i don't understand the people too much. atlanta really wasn't "southern" in that being on a college campus really cushioned me from the culture of the region. not so in charleston. in my angrier moments i really resent and fume about their two-facedness. but really, i think its a defensive tactic.
i am confused - about a lot of things.
i thought about it.. and...
yes! the video for the panic! at the disco song - I write sins not tragedies is indeed lame. i mean, i watched it once and thought "huh, that's kind of dumb, surely there's something i am missing?"
and then i watched it a few more times.. and nope.. can't see anything sensible about that video... *shrug*.. the song is catchy, although it doesn't really make sense?
maybe i'm missing something?????
got atlanta on my mind...
and then i watched it a few more times.. and nope.. can't see anything sensible about that video... *shrug*.. the song is catchy, although it doesn't really make sense?
maybe i'm missing something?????
got atlanta on my mind...
very proud to say i knew the meaning of this word!
decolletage
came across it when i was reading the nytimes review for circle of friends.. (i love that movie!)
came across it when i was reading the nytimes review for circle of friends.. (i love that movie!)
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
some part of me wonders.. what's my escape route.. what's the sniper?
tidbits from my driver's training class:
sniper = any vehicle/pedestrian/animal in your path that you could possible collide with
escape route --> pretty obvious
so.. it seems that this blog shall soon be abandoned.. probably not.. i still don't have people that like hanging out with me here.. (that is pretty pathetic/self-serving, isn't it?)... in pursuit of happier goals.. such as being happy.. and finding places of happiness in charleston..
my cynical mind can't help but wonder what can go wrong between then and now..
1. somehow i could go bankrupt overnight/overweek... no money to buy the car
2. wachovia may not be open on saturday to give the guy a cashier's cheque
3. car may crap out
4. i may crash car on my journey back here from sweet atlanta..
5. my plane carrying me to atlanta may crash..
6. my car may get stolen saturday night in atlanta
7. i may get caught speeding on my way here and it may crush my confidence
... so on and so forth..
it was so nice having ashish and julie be in town this weekend. it was nice to be around people and laugh and see them laugh with you. granted that the weekend has achieved epic status by fact of my having earned my driver's license... but it was nice to be around friends.
once i get my car.. i am going to spend a few weeks with a fluid schedule, studying for the .NET examination. once that's done with, i am going to volunteer with a local animal shelter and pretty much volunteer for everything under the sun.. also, went to Sullivan's Island beach yesterday with ashish and julie.. liked it.. forgot how nice it was to walk along the beach with my feet in the water.. may need to buy an mp3 player at some point.. more money to be bled.. probably buy it once i have paid off the car + bought an air ticket to waco, tx.
i am trying very hard to train my mind and heart. to accept the status quo and find some semblance of peace of mind. "i hear in my mind all of these voices. i hear in my mind all of these words. i hear in my mind all of this music.. and it breaks my heart!"
i'll be fine. the fudnaavis mobile will be here come sunday.
sniper = any vehicle/pedestrian/animal in your path that you could possible collide with
escape route --> pretty obvious
so.. it seems that this blog shall soon be abandoned.. probably not.. i still don't have people that like hanging out with me here.. (that is pretty pathetic/self-serving, isn't it?)... in pursuit of happier goals.. such as being happy.. and finding places of happiness in charleston..
my cynical mind can't help but wonder what can go wrong between then and now..
1. somehow i could go bankrupt overnight/overweek... no money to buy the car
2. wachovia may not be open on saturday to give the guy a cashier's cheque
3. car may crap out
4. i may crash car on my journey back here from sweet atlanta..
5. my plane carrying me to atlanta may crash..
6. my car may get stolen saturday night in atlanta
7. i may get caught speeding on my way here and it may crush my confidence
... so on and so forth..
it was so nice having ashish and julie be in town this weekend. it was nice to be around people and laugh and see them laugh with you. granted that the weekend has achieved epic status by fact of my having earned my driver's license... but it was nice to be around friends.
once i get my car.. i am going to spend a few weeks with a fluid schedule, studying for the .NET examination. once that's done with, i am going to volunteer with a local animal shelter and pretty much volunteer for everything under the sun.. also, went to Sullivan's Island beach yesterday with ashish and julie.. liked it.. forgot how nice it was to walk along the beach with my feet in the water.. may need to buy an mp3 player at some point.. more money to be bled.. probably buy it once i have paid off the car + bought an air ticket to waco, tx.
i am trying very hard to train my mind and heart. to accept the status quo and find some semblance of peace of mind. "i hear in my mind all of these voices. i hear in my mind all of these words. i hear in my mind all of this music.. and it breaks my heart!"
i'll be fine. the fudnaavis mobile will be here come sunday.
Monday, July 17, 2006
#Occupants at the cul de sac = 1 (again) + license
ashish and julie are leaving. :(
i have a license. its done.
i have a license. its done.
Sunday, July 16, 2006
YAY!!! YAY!!! YAY!!!! Good times.. begin.. on the 22nd!!!!
I am now the proud of owner of a 99 Honda Accord EX - henceforth aka - Mr. DARCY!!!!!!
:-D
:-D
t - 16 hours roughly
and then one shall see a friend again!!! yaay!!!
hope mina is going to bring mr. darcy into my life!!!!
a dark, handsome, tinted, v6 darcy!!
hope mina is going to bring mr. darcy into my life!!!!
a dark, handsome, tinted, v6 darcy!!
Saturday, July 15, 2006
sudoku rocks... or it kils time anyway :P
so, I finished with the medium level. Move on to the hard level.. and lo and behold! one of the first hard games yields..
Friday, July 14, 2006
ha ha ha!
i was just trawling the face book.. been at work for pretty much 12 hours now.. and i was looking at the photo album of a friend.. and there are 2 pictures of him in good ol' charlezy, sc with a caption that talked about how great this place is and how much he enjoyed visiting..
funny how things go..
funny how things go..
a profound code monkey...
Today I bent the truth to be kind, and I have no regret, for I am far surer of what is kind than I am of what is true. -Robert Brault, software developer, writer (1938- )
Thursday, July 13, 2006
wishes...
the other day.. i found a stray eyelast at my desk, and i made a wish on it.. a few seconds later, i found yet another eyelash.. and just wished the same things again, i am a staunch believer in backups.. and a few seconds later.. i found yet another eyelash... do you know where i am going with this? its proof of my undeniable stupidity.. the same damn eyelash... lol.. i am really grateful that i am able to laugh at myself.. masochism should have some rewards to the self, after all.
anyway.. *sigh* so, the car's not going to happen this weekend. atlanta is not going to happen this weekend. what's the good news? uninterrupted sleep.. a friend on a mission of mercy visiting on sunday/monday.. (that means saturday has to be spent furiously cleaning the now unbelivably filthy apartment)..
i am trying to establish a rule with myself, where if i can't reassure myself that whatever i say will not be absolutely insane, i won't say anything. i was never one for stoicism, being the youngest of three with nearly a decade of an age difference between us made sure that i whined and got away with whatever i pleased.. but, i am tired with myself of the following things:
1. making a nuisance of myself with people that i do not wish to annoy
2. whining incessantly to every sundry person that i begin a conversation with
3. being unable to cease overanalyzing every little detail to the point of insanity.. i recall this insane moment from the movie pi.. where he is having a siezure or he's high or something (never actually watched the film attentively enough to absorb all of it)... and there is this insane noise/music in the background.. and he is just dragging his hands through his hair and you can see the frustration in his posture.. right now, i am having a very tough time keeping myself sensible.. i feel like an extremely foolish person who doesn't know her limits/abilities/place in the hierarchy of significant things in life..
well, first of all, let me establish this fact, officially, if hitherto you didn't figure this out: i am trying to replace having a flesh-and-blood friend with this blog. and i talk a *lot*. i mean, a *lot* i am a goood listener too, normally, but of late, since my talking quota is unfinished, i find myself yapping more and being a poor listener.. which is not very nice..
anyway, with that out of the way, wanted to mention one of the few things that ayn rand had written about that i had felt myself, at a much younger age than the 13 years at which i read the fountainhead. she talks, through wynand and dominique, of how loving/liking something gives one some sense of ownership of that object. i always agreed with her on this. (i cried when i read atlas shrugged for a week, i was convinced i was one of the useless people.. and to this day, i have not been able to shake that feeling off completely.. i just push it into some deep recess of my mind)... its not the same with people, though. people are tricky. they interpret/misinterpret, communicate/miscommunicate.. the thought that my brain will always be just my domain always made me feel a little happier... i hide.. a lot.. and i guess other people do too.. anyway, the other obviously flaw with extending that principle to humans is that there is no ownership of a human being.. if one is lucky.. then one can master one's life to some extent.. but really, who can say with complete confidence and accuracy that they completely control their own life, let alone partially control anyone else's?
i am procrastinating sleep, can you believe that? my brain has to be a truly scary place if i am doing that.. anyway, cab's coming at 4:45am.. its 11:57pm now.. gotta go..
anyway.. *sigh* so, the car's not going to happen this weekend. atlanta is not going to happen this weekend. what's the good news? uninterrupted sleep.. a friend on a mission of mercy visiting on sunday/monday.. (that means saturday has to be spent furiously cleaning the now unbelivably filthy apartment)..
i am trying to establish a rule with myself, where if i can't reassure myself that whatever i say will not be absolutely insane, i won't say anything. i was never one for stoicism, being the youngest of three with nearly a decade of an age difference between us made sure that i whined and got away with whatever i pleased.. but, i am tired with myself of the following things:
1. making a nuisance of myself with people that i do not wish to annoy
2. whining incessantly to every sundry person that i begin a conversation with
3. being unable to cease overanalyzing every little detail to the point of insanity.. i recall this insane moment from the movie pi.. where he is having a siezure or he's high or something (never actually watched the film attentively enough to absorb all of it)... and there is this insane noise/music in the background.. and he is just dragging his hands through his hair and you can see the frustration in his posture.. right now, i am having a very tough time keeping myself sensible.. i feel like an extremely foolish person who doesn't know her limits/abilities/place in the hierarchy of significant things in life..
well, first of all, let me establish this fact, officially, if hitherto you didn't figure this out: i am trying to replace having a flesh-and-blood friend with this blog. and i talk a *lot*. i mean, a *lot* i am a goood listener too, normally, but of late, since my talking quota is unfinished, i find myself yapping more and being a poor listener.. which is not very nice..
anyway, with that out of the way, wanted to mention one of the few things that ayn rand had written about that i had felt myself, at a much younger age than the 13 years at which i read the fountainhead. she talks, through wynand and dominique, of how loving/liking something gives one some sense of ownership of that object. i always agreed with her on this. (i cried when i read atlas shrugged for a week, i was convinced i was one of the useless people.. and to this day, i have not been able to shake that feeling off completely.. i just push it into some deep recess of my mind)... its not the same with people, though. people are tricky. they interpret/misinterpret, communicate/miscommunicate.. the thought that my brain will always be just my domain always made me feel a little happier... i hide.. a lot.. and i guess other people do too.. anyway, the other obviously flaw with extending that principle to humans is that there is no ownership of a human being.. if one is lucky.. then one can master one's life to some extent.. but really, who can say with complete confidence and accuracy that they completely control their own life, let alone partially control anyone else's?
i am procrastinating sleep, can you believe that? my brain has to be a truly scary place if i am doing that.. anyway, cab's coming at 4:45am.. its 11:57pm now.. gotta go..
bruce hornsby!!!
Bruce Hornsby - The Way It Is
hooray for youtube!! been searching for this for a few months!
hooray for youtube!! been searching for this for a few months!
boldly charge into unchartered waters... yay!!!
bbc rarely gets tongue in cheek.. but this is kind of cute..
GOING DOWN
David Nalbandian
More interested in the World Cup, paid for it when he and Argentina lost on the same day
Marat Safin
Led Fernando Gonzalez by two sets before blowing it with a trademark bad mood
Americans
Not a single US man made the fourth round
Streakers/protestors
Been done before. Repeatedly
don't know what i'm talking about? go check out: http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/tennis/5162530.stm
also, more power to me.. got something due tomorrow.. NO IDEA how to do it!!!
GOING DOWN
David Nalbandian
More interested in the World Cup, paid for it when he and Argentina lost on the same day
Marat Safin
Led Fernando Gonzalez by two sets before blowing it with a trademark bad mood
Americans
Not a single US man made the fourth round
Streakers/protestors
Been done before. Repeatedly
don't know what i'm talking about? go check out: http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/tennis/5162530.stm
also, more power to me.. got something due tomorrow.. NO IDEA how to do it!!!
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
aarrrrghhhhhhh
ok.. i have nervous energy that is driving my brain into overload (also i have a lot of unpleasant domestic work that i wish to procrastinate)... so i shall transcribe the words of the following song as it is playing.. just for s & gs (my potty mouth days are over) (i used to do this to increase my typing speed... a long, long, long, long time ago)
damien rice - volcano
don;t hold yourself like that
you'll hurt your knees.. yeah (??)
i kissed your mouth and back..(?)
that's all i need..
don't build your around
volcanoes melt you down
and what i am to you
is not real
what i am to you
is not how much you mean to me..
(...)
(missed some stuff...whatever)
don't throw yourself like that
in front of me
i kissed your mouth.. your backk
is that all you need?
don't drag my love around right now
volcanoes melt me out?
what i am to you
is not real
what i am to you
is not what you mean to me
give me miles.. and miles.. of mountains
what i give to yo
is just whati am goijg though.
..
what i really need..
is what makes me bleed..
..
...
you do not need me...
what a thoroughly useless post!! lol... bloggy = kills my time in writing... but also kills your time in reading this drivel.. go out.. sit on the grass instead.. breathe some fresh air.. live a little.. be happy..
damien rice - volcano
don;t hold yourself like that
you'll hurt your knees.. yeah (??)
i kissed your mouth and back..(?)
that's all i need..
don't build your around
volcanoes melt you down
and what i am to you
is not real
what i am to you
is not how much you mean to me..
(...)
(missed some stuff...whatever)
don't throw yourself like that
in front of me
i kissed your mouth.. your backk
is that all you need?
don't drag my love around right now
volcanoes melt me out?
what i am to you
is not real
what i am to you
is not what you mean to me
give me miles.. and miles.. of mountains
what i give to yo
is just whati am goijg though.
..
what i really need..
is what makes me bleed..
..
...
you do not need me...
what a thoroughly useless post!! lol... bloggy = kills my time in writing... but also kills your time in reading this drivel.. go out.. sit on the grass instead.. breathe some fresh air.. live a little.. be happy..
figured it out.. damien rice..
I had heard the Blower's daughter on either BBC radio or Launch radio.
I think Damien Rice has a good voice. Lots of emotion, without being too blase about it. Its the same quality that Paolo Nutini has or David Gray does. Lots of angst. Good stuff, angst. Makes for a good song to listen when one is feeling miserable.
I'm not miserable these days, just determined. Very, very determined to not get caught up in the windmills of my mind. A little miserable, but determined to not be miserable ;) Its amazing how much of one's life is in one's head. It takes time to re-adjust one's mental reflexes, to retrain one's opinions and reactions. Ofcourse, there is the mammoth emotional part of it all - can't forget that. I know that I can't always logically trace my thought process. It doesn't mean that I am crazy, just that my brain jumps every once in a while.
I am still shocked at all that is happening in my life. Still can't piece together some extremely crucial realities. I remember days from childhood, when I'd throw a tantrum and cry and Mummy would ask me what I wanted to mollify me. My tears would dry instantly and I'd smile and say "Ice cream!" I still believe that ice-cream heals the soul. :-)
I think Damien Rice has a good voice. Lots of emotion, without being too blase about it. Its the same quality that Paolo Nutini has or David Gray does. Lots of angst. Good stuff, angst. Makes for a good song to listen when one is feeling miserable.
I'm not miserable these days, just determined. Very, very determined to not get caught up in the windmills of my mind. A little miserable, but determined to not be miserable ;) Its amazing how much of one's life is in one's head. It takes time to re-adjust one's mental reflexes, to retrain one's opinions and reactions. Ofcourse, there is the mammoth emotional part of it all - can't forget that. I know that I can't always logically trace my thought process. It doesn't mean that I am crazy, just that my brain jumps every once in a while.
I am still shocked at all that is happening in my life. Still can't piece together some extremely crucial realities. I remember days from childhood, when I'd throw a tantrum and cry and Mummy would ask me what I wanted to mollify me. My tears would dry instantly and I'd smile and say "Ice cream!" I still believe that ice-cream heals the soul. :-)
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
the problem with being a parasite...
you become a burden to your friends.. you become an energy sapper.. not someone who gives people energy.. i understand that everyone goes through highs and lows... and that when you are down, it helps to have someone there for you... but sometimes.. you can't snap out of your lows.. and chronic depression endears you to no one but the shrink who makes $150/hour listening to you.. :)
where does one draw the line between needing help and becoming a parasite? i don't know.. i think i might have crossed that line in the recent past.. but i sincerely hope i didn't. it is wrong to manipulate people/ impose on the goodwill/lives of those who are nice enough to help you. i hope i never do it. i hope i always keep my dignity and help myself each and everytime that i can. i hope that i pay forward the favours of others.
hope i never abuse a friendship...
where does one draw the line between needing help and becoming a parasite? i don't know.. i think i might have crossed that line in the recent past.. but i sincerely hope i didn't. it is wrong to manipulate people/ impose on the goodwill/lives of those who are nice enough to help you. i hope i never do it. i hope i always keep my dignity and help myself each and everytime that i can. i hope that i pay forward the favours of others.
hope i never abuse a friendship...
.
today, bombay was hit 7 times. my family is fine. hope my friends are fine, i am trying to get in touch with them.
this is bullshit.
this is bullshit.
kewl
One of my greatest pleasures in writing has come from the thought that perhaps my work might annoy someone of comfortably pretentious position. Then comes the saddening realization that such people rarely read. -John Kenneth Galbraith, economist (1908-2006)
some more school pride..
http://www.wired.com/news/technology/0,71173-0.html?tw=wn_index_17
ramblin' wrecks forever!!!!
ramblin' wrecks forever!!!!
Monday, July 10, 2006
sweet irony.. the washer and dryer that never comes home..
check out craigslist for charleston (household section)... they mock me.. all those washers and dryers.. *sigh* one longs for the day when one will have a W&D within the confines of the apartment.
Sunday, July 09, 2006
wimbledon and groceries.
i listened to wimbledon live on radio via the internet today. it sounded like a truly electric match. i was supporting federrer. it sounded like nadal fought like a lion, and i really admire his spirit. it takes a lot to not give up in the face of a humongously frustrating opponent such as feddy.
went grocery shopping with a brand spanking new friend! :-)
spoke to priscilla, virginia and my brother.. finished cloud atlas.. moving on to Vonnegut! (Yay!! Really looking forward to that.. love his style!) ... life is ok..
went grocery shopping with a brand spanking new friend! :-)
spoke to priscilla, virginia and my brother.. finished cloud atlas.. moving on to Vonnegut! (Yay!! Really looking forward to that.. love his style!) ... life is ok..
Saturday, July 08, 2006
mauresmo.. sigh..
wish HH of belgium had won instead.. she is a better player, in my most humble opinion.. and actually qualifies as a female.. no offense intended..
nadal vs. feddy... FEDDY... yeahh!!!!!!!!
nadal vs. feddy... FEDDY... yeahh!!!!!!!!
Friday, July 07, 2006
the lake house..
i came to the cul de sac today.. and lay on the carpet (freshly vaccummed as of Sunday)..
i do this every once in a while.. when i feel the need to slow down.. its generally night, most of the lights off, one light on somewhere... just enough so i see the ceiling..some music playing on my sound system (computer + bose speakers) and lay down on the floor and stare at the ceiling.. and think my thoughts.. or try and appreciate the subtleties of the music. ..wherever the music takes your mind..
friendship is underrated.. work is overrated.. (the overachieving types would probably categorize me as a "grapes are sour" sort of personality... but i like to think that i have a more grounded, realistic and seasoned perspective and i will always accept that i am an underachiever by conventional standards... but look at my friends.. look at my family.. my values.. i think i am ok..)
go watch the lake house with somoene you love/like/like like... the soundtrack is beautiful...
i do this every once in a while.. when i feel the need to slow down.. its generally night, most of the lights off, one light on somewhere... just enough so i see the ceiling..some music playing on my sound system (computer + bose speakers) and lay down on the floor and stare at the ceiling.. and think my thoughts.. or try and appreciate the subtleties of the music. ..wherever the music takes your mind..
friendship is underrated.. work is overrated.. (the overachieving types would probably categorize me as a "grapes are sour" sort of personality... but i like to think that i have a more grounded, realistic and seasoned perspective and i will always accept that i am an underachiever by conventional standards... but look at my friends.. look at my family.. my values.. i think i am ok..)
go watch the lake house with somoene you love/like/like like... the soundtrack is beautiful...
Thursday, July 06, 2006
i'm ok now.
just in case anyone is reading and concerned..
i quite literally have novocaine for the soul.. (sedative to sleep)... and resignation..
whatever comes will come.. i will get through it as i have gotten through everything else in life. for now there is last request..
i felt the need to come back and re-edit this post. sorry, vaiby, i am trying to keep my promise of not overthinking. i just slip up sometimes. what i wanted to say is this: i know i have been whining a lot of late - in fact, been whining for a good deal of time. its a habit i am trying very hard to break. i really hate myself for whining as much as i do these days, its not who i am.
i quite literally have novocaine for the soul.. (sedative to sleep)... and resignation..
whatever comes will come.. i will get through it as i have gotten through everything else in life. for now there is last request..
i felt the need to come back and re-edit this post. sorry, vaiby, i am trying to keep my promise of not overthinking. i just slip up sometimes. what i wanted to say is this: i know i have been whining a lot of late - in fact, been whining for a good deal of time. its a habit i am trying very hard to break. i really hate myself for whining as much as i do these days, its not who i am.
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
i need a friend.
here, now, someone who understands and listens and speaks back and *wants* to be friends and share. i promised myself i wouldn't cry this week, but i'm just feeling crushed by this wall of adversity that seems to be projecting itself into my path, no matter what direction i turn. my optimism is failing me, of course! i'm the girl who cried charleston! within the last week and half, everything i have touched by way of planning for the future has turned to dust. i give up. it can't be all about a car.. i can't believe that a car can right so many wrongs..
i'm hitting my breaking point. think i need a rescue soon. thank god for sedatives.. and my brother for prescribing them to me.
i'm hitting my breaking point. think i need a rescue soon. thank god for sedatives.. and my brother for prescribing them to me.
jokes that i have stumbled across... and are funny imho
5/July/2006
Jesus came across an adulteress crouching in a corner with a crowd around her preparing to stone her to death. Jesus stopped them and said, "Let he who is without sin cast the first stone." Suddenly a woman at the back of the crowd fired off a stone at the adulteress. At which point Jesus looked over and said, "Mother! Sometimes you really TICK ME OFF!"
8/July/2006
There was a little boy named Johnny who used to hang out at the local corner market. The owner didn't know what Johnny's problem was, but the boys would constantly tease him. They would always comment that he was two bricks shy of a load, or two pickles short of a barrel. To prove it, sometimes they would offer Johnny his choice between a nickel (5 cents) and a dime (10 cents) and John would always take the nickel ... they said, because it was bigger.
One day after Little Johnny grabbed the nickel, the store owner took him aside and said "Johnny, those boys are making fun of you. They think you don't know the dime is worth more than the nickel. Are you grabbing the nickel because it's bigger, or what?"
Slowly, Little Johnny turned toward the store owner and a big grin appeared on his face and he said, "Well, if I took the dime, they'd stop doing it, and so far I have saved $20!"
Jesus came across an adulteress crouching in a corner with a crowd around her preparing to stone her to death. Jesus stopped them and said, "Let he who is without sin cast the first stone." Suddenly a woman at the back of the crowd fired off a stone at the adulteress. At which point Jesus looked over and said, "Mother! Sometimes you really TICK ME OFF!"
8/July/2006
There was a little boy named Johnny who used to hang out at the local corner market. The owner didn't know what Johnny's problem was, but the boys would constantly tease him. They would always comment that he was two bricks shy of a load, or two pickles short of a barrel. To prove it, sometimes they would offer Johnny his choice between a nickel (5 cents) and a dime (10 cents) and John would always take the nickel ... they said, because it was bigger.
One day after Little Johnny grabbed the nickel, the store owner took him aside and said "Johnny, those boys are making fun of you. They think you don't know the dime is worth more than the nickel. Are you grabbing the nickel because it's bigger, or what?"
Slowly, Little Johnny turned toward the store owner and a big grin appeared on his face and he said, "Well, if I took the dime, they'd stop doing it, and so far I have saved $20!"
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
post #100 - and boy is it a grand post!!
A century!!! Yay!?!
I figured this needs to be an extra special post. So, this is an email that I recently sent to two of my closest friends from high school, also called just plain school in Indian talk. I was privileged to go to a private school from 3rd stand to 10th standard. It was the venerated Hiranandani Foundation School. What can I say? Its a stuck up school and the kids brandish a certain wannabeism with a lot of pride. I am afraid I was one of them, but I like to think that I was one of the uncool cool kids, or is it cool uncool kids. The kid that was never liked by teachers and most students alike, but that had a core group of friends who were the coolest and liked by all? So, basically the diamond in the rough that was never appreciated enough, except by English teachers and later on in life, Computer teachers.
I digress - the following is an email regarding a post to the orkut group for my school. I am so ashamed to call this girl a student of my alma mater. It is most distressing!
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subject: omg! were we like this??!?!?!?!
Mon, Jul 3, 2006 at 8:01 AM
To:, friend 2's email@gmail.com
this is from the stupid orkut hifo group...
Planning HIRANANDANI School meet up PARTY
message: Hey hi Guyz n Gurls ....Planning a meet up HIRANANDANI
School m x student ,do u PARTY Every Day or Wanna PARTY Every day
...... n wanna b a Party Animal so itz d right Place 4 u ...we got
many people frm my batch on thiz blog..... itz Mumbaiz Bigest Party
Circuit
so Party Hard
Anjali has invited you to join the
'Mumbai Party Animals CLUBBERS' community.
WICKED PARTY animals n CLUBBERS ........ only 4 d gurlz n guyz wid
KEWL ATTITUDE coz thiz group iz only gonna speak "P A R T Y" so if u
think ur an wicked animal wid KEWL Attitude just join in
Cheers!!!!!!!
Anjali Chopra
I hope to sweet Jesus that we were never this fricking sad and so much
of a friggin wannabe!!
Cheers!!!!!!!
Charu :-P
I figured this needs to be an extra special post. So, this is an email that I recently sent to two of my closest friends from high school, also called just plain school in Indian talk. I was privileged to go to a private school from 3rd stand to 10th standard. It was the venerated Hiranandani Foundation School. What can I say? Its a stuck up school and the kids brandish a certain wannabeism with a lot of pride. I am afraid I was one of them, but I like to think that I was one of the uncool cool kids, or is it cool uncool kids. The kid that was never liked by teachers and most students alike, but that had a core group of friends who were the coolest and liked by all? So, basically the diamond in the rough that was never appreciated enough, except by English teachers and later on in life, Computer teachers.
I digress - the following is an email regarding a post to the orkut group for my school. I am so ashamed to call this girl a student of my alma mater. It is most distressing!
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subject: omg! were we like this??!?!?!?!
To:
this is from the stupid orkut hifo group...
Planning HIRANANDANI School meet up PARTY
message: Hey hi Guyz n Gurls ....Planning a meet up HIRANANDANI
School m x student ,do u PARTY Every Day or Wanna PARTY Every day
...... n wanna b a Party Animal so itz d right Place 4 u ...we got
many people frm my batch on thiz blog..... itz Mumbaiz Bigest Party
Circuit
so Party Hard
Anjali has invited you to join the
'Mumbai Party Animals CLUBBERS' community.
WICKED PARTY animals n CLUBBERS ........ only 4 d gurlz n guyz wid
KEWL ATTITUDE coz thiz group iz only gonna speak "P A R T Y" so if u
think ur an wicked animal wid KEWL Attitude just join in
Cheers!!!!!!!
Anjali Chopra
I hope to sweet Jesus that we were never this fricking sad and so much
of a friggin wannabe!!
Cheers!!!!!!!
Charu :-P
one cool 19 year old..
i've been hearing paolo nutini's last request on bbc2 for a couple of weeks and really like the song a lot! so i did some digging today... and lo and behold! the guy is only 19 years old!! how does someone write a song like that at 19 years of age? and get that angst in one's voice at 19? i thought i was one of the rarities that aged to a 100years before her 15th birthday. there we go, that's another myth shattered... ;)
the lyrics are soooo depressing! also, if you think about it.. at a baser level.. maybe he just wants some one last time? :-P (/me ducks any rocks thrown by hard core fans of the song... i really do like it a lot.. and no, i don't think the kid is just bucking for one last, well we all know what rhymes with buck)
(wow! what a completely crass and tasteless post.. about a truly beautiful song too.. who was it that said that an empty mind is the devil's workshop?)
the lyrics are soooo depressing! also, if you think about it.. at a baser level.. maybe he just wants some one last time? :-P (/me ducks any rocks thrown by hard core fans of the song... i really do like it a lot.. and no, i don't think the kid is just bucking for one last, well we all know what rhymes with buck)
(wow! what a completely crass and tasteless post.. about a truly beautiful song too.. who was it that said that an empty mind is the devil's workshop?)
tobias!
this is one of the funniest videos posted on you tube for arrested development.. i wish they had some of his mrs. featherbottom (?) stuff on it.. but its pretty good as is.. (especially the tv opportunity part!)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M3XsxMsMGhg&search=arrested%20development
found another funny one
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gNDmeZHdB4c&search=arrested%20development
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M3XsxMsMGhg&search=arrested%20development
found another funny one
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gNDmeZHdB4c&search=arrested%20development
inching my way towards medium 2%age...
please let this not be the highlight of my day... at the same time.. hooray!!
i'm not breaking my promise..
but another plan just went down the crapper.. here's to knowing that in a few months' time, i am going to crawl out of this hellhole!!
mumble mumble grumble grumble... :-P
mumble mumble grumble grumble... :-P
Monday, July 03, 2006
thought suspension for a week.
i promised vaiby that i would not overthink for one week. basically suspend any thought process that is even vaguely tending towards overanalyzing the situation. its hard, my brain runs a mile and minute and comes up with some truly dazzling scenarios.
need to get my life back together. going crazy.
speaking of being amazed at the complexity of the brain.. i pulled the word riposte out of some hidden corner in my brain.. i love that word!! so suave...
i stayed at work today until 8:00pm just for s & gs. need a car... need a car... need a car!!!
need to get my life back together. going crazy.
speaking of being amazed at the complexity of the brain.. i pulled the word riposte out of some hidden corner in my brain.. i love that word!! so suave...
i stayed at work today until 8:00pm just for s & gs. need a car... need a car... need a car!!!
Sunday, July 02, 2006
dead pixel in the work laptop..
wow.. amazing how little things can bug you.. would ya exchange a laptop because of a dead pixel bang in the middle of the screen? will they let me??
i've spent most of today hanging out at youtube and video.google... listened to some good ol' gigi d'agostino, nelly f and a lot of songs from the past that i really miss.. didn't realize richard marx had a mullet way back when...ack!
my book is dragging just a wee bit.. actually, its in a very violent and sad part.. bumming me out.. should i start the vonnegut? hmmm...
i've spent most of today hanging out at youtube and video.google... listened to some good ol' gigi d'agostino, nelly f and a lot of songs from the past that i really miss.. didn't realize richard marx had a mullet way back when...ack!
my book is dragging just a wee bit.. actually, its in a very violent and sad part.. bumming me out.. should i start the vonnegut? hmmm...
shit happens.. i don't care any more!
kayaking class = fiasco
nelly furtado's try = good track!
i give up.. shit happens.. life goes on. i am here, and i am here to stay. so, i'd better get my act together and learn to be happy. youtube helps. watched many episodes of scrubs, it used to be such a great show.. its really a tragedy when a particular brand of humour stagnates. life is all about change. all about growth.
i'm not someone who works on goals in particular.. but i do things.. in my own special way, and i think i learn.. i am definitely not an overachiever.. but i am trying to imbibe some good values and have a decent heart. that's enough for me.
as furtado wails... we are.. we are.. we are.. we are... we are... we are... we are... who we are.
a happy moment, somewhere in the distant future... walking amidst beautiful, gorgeous, breathtaking, snowcapped mountains.. green pastures as far as the eye can see... a bright day.. but cloudy with a promise of mild, refreshing showers!.. and a road ahead and people to meet!! and sights to see!! and a foreign language to speak!!
nelly furtado's try = good track!
i give up.. shit happens.. life goes on. i am here, and i am here to stay. so, i'd better get my act together and learn to be happy. youtube helps. watched many episodes of scrubs, it used to be such a great show.. its really a tragedy when a particular brand of humour stagnates. life is all about change. all about growth.
i'm not someone who works on goals in particular.. but i do things.. in my own special way, and i think i learn.. i am definitely not an overachiever.. but i am trying to imbibe some good values and have a decent heart. that's enough for me.
as furtado wails... we are.. we are.. we are.. we are... we are... we are... we are... who we are.
a happy moment, somewhere in the distant future... walking amidst beautiful, gorgeous, breathtaking, snowcapped mountains.. green pastures as far as the eye can see... a bright day.. but cloudy with a promise of mild, refreshing showers!.. and a road ahead and people to meet!! and sights to see!! and a foreign language to speak!!
argh!!!! 3am.. no sleep.. kayaking class at 1pm.
dear bloggy,
i can't seem to sleep. i am plagued by thoughts and doubts. some of them have to do with my kayaking class and a lot of them have to do with some stuff that i can't tell you about. i wish life were a little easier, all this drama isn't good for my health.
bloggy, its pathetic that i am writing this. i can't believe i have sunk this low. its a good thing that i am able to laugh at myself and this provides me with some mirth, however, gotta admit this doesn't bode too well for that psychiatric evaluation that i am sure to have to take one of these days if i keep going at this rate...
well, bloggy, believe it or not, talking to you has made me feel a little better. actually no, it hasn't.. but i feel a wave of somnolency upon me..
stay cool blogmeister.
soy un perdedor.. beyond any doubt..
c
i can't seem to sleep. i am plagued by thoughts and doubts. some of them have to do with my kayaking class and a lot of them have to do with some stuff that i can't tell you about. i wish life were a little easier, all this drama isn't good for my health.
bloggy, its pathetic that i am writing this. i can't believe i have sunk this low. its a good thing that i am able to laugh at myself and this provides me with some mirth, however, gotta admit this doesn't bode too well for that psychiatric evaluation that i am sure to have to take one of these days if i keep going at this rate...
well, bloggy, believe it or not, talking to you has made me feel a little better. actually no, it hasn't.. but i feel a wave of somnolency upon me..
stay cool blogmeister.
soy un perdedor.. beyond any doubt..
c
a few truly amazing links
http://www.theircircularlife.it/frameset.htm
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=6805063692754011230
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=515642196227308929
http://www.freephotosandvideos.com/
i'm blown away!!
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=6805063692754011230
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=515642196227308929
http://www.freephotosandvideos.com/
i'm blown away!!
Saturday, July 01, 2006
8.5 hours of drivers' training...
question: what's worse than being trapped in charleston without a car?
answer: being trapped in charleston without a car, and attending a drivers' training class for 8.5 hours in a room full of 30 odd teenagers, one of who is apparently in love with the instructor and is annoying enough that you would happily consider homicide for one moment of sweet silence!
:-D
hehe.. who said drama didn't add a little extra joi de vie?
seriously, it was pretty painful, but if this means that mr. darcy is going to enter my life sooner it is so totally worth it!! although, i am very disturbed by the fact that i feel extremely threatened by a bunch of teenagers who don't even know how to add correctly. reminds me of my qualms i had at tech about ta-ing a bunch of freshmen. brats!
had dinner at jilda's cafe.. i love,love,love that place!! its probably because my american mom and i shared half a bottle of champagne there and then i took virginia and oanh there as well.it has some of my happiest memories in charleston, back before i started work and endured what lay ahead.
let's take a reality check here. job, check! friends on the phone, check (mostly... reception and timing issues, but mostly check!) car in the coming and therefore hope for the future, check! gorgeous apartment going to seed completely because of my neglect, check! fitzwilliam, check! the dream of graduate school, check! the dream of journalism, check! the dream of a european backpacking trip with a good friend, check! dream of hiking across the country, check! dream of living in switzerland, check! dream of going to waco,tx to visit vinnie & claire, check! wimbledon going strong, check! going to learn spanish and visit disgraced puerta & wife in argentina, check! hopes of finding a single puerta, check! (:-P a girl can dream, can't she?) (didn't mention good friend in charleston because i kind of screwed that up :( )
charleston-shmarleston.. there are worlds to conquer still!!
answer: being trapped in charleston without a car, and attending a drivers' training class for 8.5 hours in a room full of 30 odd teenagers, one of who is apparently in love with the instructor and is annoying enough that you would happily consider homicide for one moment of sweet silence!
:-D
hehe.. who said drama didn't add a little extra joi de vie?
seriously, it was pretty painful, but if this means that mr. darcy is going to enter my life sooner it is so totally worth it!! although, i am very disturbed by the fact that i feel extremely threatened by a bunch of teenagers who don't even know how to add correctly. reminds me of my qualms i had at tech about ta-ing a bunch of freshmen. brats!
had dinner at jilda's cafe.. i love,love,love that place!! its probably because my american mom and i shared half a bottle of champagne there and then i took virginia and oanh there as well.it has some of my happiest memories in charleston, back before i started work and endured what lay ahead.
let's take a reality check here. job, check! friends on the phone, check (mostly... reception and timing issues, but mostly check!) car in the coming and therefore hope for the future, check! gorgeous apartment going to seed completely because of my neglect, check! fitzwilliam, check! the dream of graduate school, check! the dream of journalism, check! the dream of a european backpacking trip with a good friend, check! dream of hiking across the country, check! dream of living in switzerland, check! dream of going to waco,tx to visit vinnie & claire, check! wimbledon going strong, check! going to learn spanish and visit disgraced puerta & wife in argentina, check! hopes of finding a single puerta, check! (:-P a girl can dream, can't she?) (didn't mention good friend in charleston because i kind of screwed that up :( )
charleston-shmarleston.. there are worlds to conquer still!!
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