Ideasyncrasies

The other day,while chatting with a friend, i came up with one of my inevitable wisecracks. We were just discussing this Damocles sword hanging over my head, in the form of the CFA Level 1 ...and how I really needed help and prayers. I asked him to pray for me, apparently since God nowadays listens to sinners. He replied, "But I thought God helped those who helps themselves." I said, " Oh, no God is changing. Someone moved his cheese." Guffaw.

Got this from Divya's blog ... Ok, Rules: 1. Put your MP3 player on shuffle. 2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer. 3. You must write the name of the song no matter what. Here goes !!! 1.IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OKAY?” YOU SAY? Ans. Kryptonite -3 doors down. (If i go crazy then will you still call me Sooopermaaan) :D 2.WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY ? Ans. Bryan Adams- On a day like today (The whole world could change) 3.WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL? Ans. The Beegees - Still waters run deep. :) 4.HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY? Ans. The Beegees -How deep is your love (yes well the Lord does like to rub it in...I'm very single and ready to mingle) 5.WHAT IS THE PURPOSE OF YOUR LIFE ? Ans. Brad Carter- Morning always comes too soon. (hahahahahahahahahahaha ...yes, procrastination it is) 6.WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO? Ans. Alphaville- All about the money (yeah well now YOU know it too :( ...mercenary i am) 7.WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU? Ans. Bobby Mcferr...

My brother is doing strange things these days. Oh, its not that I can stand most of the shenanigans he’s usually up to, but my sibling is beginning to worry me. Today I caught him drinking water out of a bottle. Now don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing strange about that, but umm, it’s the way he was doing it. He has made a hole in the cap, and was squeezing the bottle so that the water spurted out of the hole into his mouth. It sort of looked like the bottle was pissing into his mouth. Must be the exam stress, Makes people behave unusually. I wonder if my stress manifested itself like that. I’m not crazy, I’m just a little unwell …next song on the playlist by default. Divine advice.

After all the stuff I've been reading, thinking and then blogging about, i decided to stay away from this part of the world for a while. Utter rubbish i tell you ! Love and all phoooey goeey. So Kaka! Well, since i stayed away i know for sure YOU stayed away too :D ...oh and you can blame it on the Lenten fast. I swear, despite my love for chocolates, if the Easter bunny comes around now, I might just ignore the proferred chocolate eggs and roast the bugger for dinner. Even my dreams are of Roast chicken and potatoes :( But ahh, something really funny happened the other day. As usual, i was grumbling about all the stuff i didn't have, and how things were not happening in my life ( like ha, things could happen in this pocket of the world) and my dad told me this anecdote ..but yes, after crying and then laughing my guts out, i decided to blog it for posterity. A Jew ( I'm not anti - semitic so I'm sorry because it's always a Jew in these cases) but yes, a Jew prayed...

It is dull It is windy It is hurting It will pass I am sniffling I am worried I am writing I will be done. Time is constant Time is changing Time is fleeting Carpe de diem ! Well, what are you waiting for ?

I’ve just finished The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger. And I’ve cried again. I’ve read it while I’m supposed to be immersed in Economics, and it’s so different and beautiful after those Jude Deveraux books that i read at the rate of one per day, just…because. I’d be ashamed for anyone to know I read them, although they are nice, for that genre. Anyways, back to The Time Traveler’s Wife, in the midst of the benefits of monopoly, and I realize this is why I want to write; because, in all honesty, I really don’t give a shit about Economics. Let’s face it. Today, tomorrow, if the world doesn’t end, maybe a hundred years from now even, people will do business to earn a profit, and someone will be earning shit loads of money, and be intensely unhappy or happy despite or because of that. And someone somewhere will be struggling with a business that’s making a loss year after year, but he will still be at it because he began it, so he has to keep going on because it’s not ok, so it...

Why do certain things happen ? My dad says that whatever happens happens for the best. Considering the various things that have happened to me, I know they were lessons I had to learn, problem is its like the books one reads, you read and digest, then fail to expunge or practice. Take for example my first crush. He was from a community I really mocked and despised, and I fell for him when I was only 14, the age when I thought that my beliefs were supreme and everyone else was second rate, to be heard and then ignored. Ah well, that one secret is now bloglic. So no one can blackmail me with it. Only, certain things make you wonder just what the purpose behind them is. Like the rash on my butt. No purpose behind it, cept for the fact that I scratch with heart and soul and true passion.

Today i realized that something within me is really, really begging for a bar of chocolate. Its been ages since I've wolfed down some of the good stuff. Amidst this inhuman( nearly) task of working out and avoiding dinner, I've given up and started hogging again, but in this weird spasmodic way, where i suddenly eat and decide all is in vain and then stop again. At least i can safely say I'm not bulimic. blah, enough about me.

I went and picked up the CFA curriculum today. Mum drove me over and oh dear, its 7 and some odd kg's and its terrifying. There are 6 wonderful books, with wonderful names that seem oh so learned and i may end up being the world's richest investment banker someday, but right now all that I know is that when i open the book the words swim in my head and everything is so pretty :D I didn't go gymmimg yesterday ( out of sheer laziness) and today we had to go for mass, so no gym again, due to lack of transport. In between panicking about magnitude of the CFA curriculum, and the limit of my mental capacity, i will try and get driver's license here in Oman. I really need it. Can someone please make me a cup of coffee ?

No new year resolutions yet. Have to sit down and write. Not blogged in ages but blame OMANTEL for that. New word for the day Tortilicious. It refers to being tortured by the idea that your folks are gonna find out about that *bad* thing you're doing, but feeling delicious while you're doing it.

I'm staring out into the night, Trying to hide the pain. I'm going to the place where love And feeling good don't ever cost a thing. And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain. I'm going home, Back to the place where I belong, And where your love has always been enough for me. I'm not running from. No, I think you got me all wrong. I don't regret this life I chose for me. But these places and these faces are getting old So I'm going home. Well I'm going home. Be careful what you wish for, 'Cause you just might get it all. You just might get it all, And then some you don't want. Be careful what you wish for, 'Cause you just might get it all. You just might get it all, yeah. Oh, well I'm going home, Back to the place where I belong, And where your love has always been enough for me. I'm not running from. No, I think you got me all wrong. I don't regret this life I chose for me. But these places and these faces are getting ...

This one is for Walder. Because she drives me crazy singing. And it reminds me of the time i cried my heart out when Simba lost his dad. And watching movies with Brian. And cartoons. And balloons. And Hide and seek. Sadness is coming :(

Every night I struggle with myself. To sleep or not to sleep. The moment my tired eyes give in and let go, my brain gets into a frenzy and pictures the most horrific things, to make me jolt awake, light up, sit down and do crazy things like BLOG. At 3 am. Or mindlessly watch the idiot box. I swear my health and happiness is getting affected. Its a constant struggle, two parts of my mind warring for those precious 8 hours.

I sound like so many of the others no. Don't know what I want, don't know what I can do, Can't make up my mind, think I'm good at everything if i want to do something types. I'm going crazy wondering just what is it I want from life. I'm going crazy finding someone I want too, but lets not make my sad social life the object of this discourse, I might go and buy vodka and sleep all through tomorrow and the rest of my life too. Or even worse, I might go give Cadbury their highest sales ever in a day. Either of which does not seem to be a good option so... But yes, career. Let's not talk about that either, I feel kaka. I'm so going out to buy a lovely new pair of shoes. I have these huge duck type, left leg scarred in childhood mishap kind of feet. No kidding. I talk to my feet because I have never seen feet like mine. I love them ! Then again I don't look at men's feet, if i did, I might find a sole mate. I want to learn how to play the piano. No, ...

Honesty can get you to a lot of places. Some of them not so good. Seriously, how many people lie on their resumes ? I don't. I'm not proud of it. I can't think of one thing to twist and fabricate and invent euphemisms for. A friend asked me today, if you found a gold ornament on the ground, what would you do ? Pat came the answer, I'd keep it; obviously. Then she asks me, what if you found it in the office. I'd keep it, obviously !!! Mum n dad raised me well, so where the heck did that answer come from ? So many times i lie to people when I don't want to answer the phone, I insist i was asleep, or the phone was on silent, when all I was doing was reading, or surfing the net, or watching Ugly Betty, or listening to my favourite song and i just didn't want to spoil the moment. Small, white lies. Big, nasty horrible lies. Past one year I didn't lie much. I just avoided people ! How far can honesty get you? I believe that a lie or a series of lies can ge...

I really have to get rid of this black pink green hideous you dont rock my world look.Too much work. Let it be :D You know you're fattest when your blog has THE word twice and your google ads talk about flushing the fat away. Have mercy !

The single girl, living alone.

Doesnt know what it is not to worry and still manages to screw things up and tempt fate to give her more reasons to worry. Thinks that someday all her dreams will come true, problem is, she doesnt know WHAT those dreams are. Loves mankind but hates people. Thinks she cant when she can, and can when she can't. Thinks icecream might help the weight loss. Loves family but avoids them like the plague. Would walk a million miles for her sibling, but beat him to death if he lent out her books. Would lend a book, to do someone a favour and then curse them to oblivion for not returning the book back, when she's forgotten who's taken it in the first place. Thinks everything in ice pink, baby pink or pink looks good. Abhors almost everything about herself and yet is an almost elitist.(phrase i coined myself) Loves the language and reading so much she's afraid she cna never make a career of it because she will never be good enough. Complains that the detergents dont smell the same...

Soemthing someone said Caught at your heart and never let go swayed in the breeze then lay still And fell softly with the rain Bautiful lines defining beautiful people Like tall blades of grass Ramrod straight yet always bending Gracefulyl swaying, always sheltering A passer by smiled What a beautiful line defined Cursive writing, childish scrawls Frost is writing his beautiful lines When they painstakingly criticize The beautiful lines overwhelm you Someday their censure will define Your grace, your senses, your personality refine