Ideasyncrasies

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, ...

Yesterday i had it out with my Boss. She fought and i whimpered. yeah so she had it out with me. I'm no chicken but ...oh well, it was my mistake. Apparently we have soemthing called a KPI, which i shall call the Key Pissingoff Index which measures every team's performance. This also decides whether members of that team deserve a promotion. And ha ! Now i know why the dragon was so mad at me. Her salary was getting affected by the things i did NOT do. :D blah ! I wish i was in Goa enjoying the carnival, and courting another bout of jaundice while i leisurely ate chouris pao and all the other unmentionables.

Today was horrible. As usual, nothing new. But i guffawed quiet a bit. I had a colleague ask me to delete something which appeared 'twisely' in the document. And condescending B***h that i am, i replied back, i have deleted the ____ that appeared twisely, now it only shows onsely. !!!! I wonder why is it that people love praise so much. I'm so intensely private that i hate it when people mistake my freindliness for this sort of sign that says' come on in, walk all over me, prod me for everything and treat me like sirt' well...i'm just private. i love my privacy. Being an extrovert, i still don't like people trodding on my toes. PS : despite the jaundice, i had a brownie for dessert after my awful no oil, no spice food. i DONT regret it. And no, there was no icecream :(

Monotonous, Skilled, creativity dies Psuedo importance, the ego satisfies; Itself it feeds: itself it will kill Therein the trampling of individual will. .

Clattering keys, phones clamouring Frigid surrounding, pressure mounting; Glare of the screen, eyes wide shut Oh ! Life will become such a rut !

I hate my cam. with a vengeance. its blurred, fuzzy, and doesnt even make John Abraham look good. ( i tried clickin a pic of him frm the newspaper) Now thing is ..... i have got to make do with the darn cam till i get employed by some really smart firm that wants to go places. And by places i do NOT mean chocolate factories or pastry shops... There's this whole huge list of things i wish i had that would make my life * just like heaven*. And to think i always believed that its not the things you have, but the stuff u got inside you that matters. yeah well, for others maybe, but when it comes to myself..... the more the better ainnit... (therein lies the reason why i keep trying to defy gravity lol) I HAVE to try traveling and get employed by Lonely Planet to write about the different places id get to visit ...ahh...dream job really...or maybe id hook that Mittal whts his name n then i needn't work at all....but then worse..id have to work out ....NOT HAPPENING !