from the souldesk of sarah

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an emotional writer, who thinks that listening to songs in her car while thinking to herself is considered as meditating, who is addicted to procrastination that she needs an intervention before she stops herself from succeeding, who wants her butter cream frosting on her cake without getting an ounce of calorie, who...... is still figuring out what this blog will be about.

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Of Nephews and Nieces

I just received good news. This morning (9.30 am) my sister-in-law delivered a baby boy. Has the nose of his mother told my brother. Can't wait to see the little chap. Must be as cute as his older sister, Qisti. Qisti is one year old. Already walking, running and learning to swim. Extremely extremely cute.

Just decided to proceed with my earlier plans, to take friday and saturday off.

Monday, April 18, 2005

Stupid Stupid Manboy

I don't know why he is still considered a close friend?! When he can be so :
(a) impatient
(b) inconsiderate
(c) immature
(d) self-centered
(e) chaunivist
(f) macho-ego
(g) and some other things I can't remember now.

Something happened over the last weekend. We had a misunderstanding over a question I pose to him. It was a very innocent, general-knowledge based question. Nothing more. And he started to accuse me of questioning his "life principles"! Oh give me a break! Using big words I doubt he can even come close to understanding them.

The quarrel took place the night before I had to take a long drive the next morning, I terribly needed my sleep.

As soon as the quarrel was over, the early morning rays of the sun seeps through the curtains. @#!$%

Obviously, through the long drive, now and then my eyes started to blink rapidly, slowly and suddenly, I almost veered into an incoming vehicle.

Posting a blog on this day, tells you that God had saved my life.

As a close friend I would think that he would at least drop the subject for now and continue later. He knew I had to work and take that long drive. But he just didn't care.

Its an enigma this friendship of ours. I told another buddy about this. She told not to break of the friendship. I'm the only friend the bloke has. Yeah, right! I guess it must be true. Never heard him talking about other people besides his colleagues. But then again, he's such a sap. He sucks the life out of me sometimes.

!@#$%

Empty

I have a pile of work on my desk. All of them need to be completed with this month. Well, this week actually. There are two proposal I need to work on, emails to be sent to certain parties, papers to read, circuits to build, books and components to order and lecture notes to prepare.

"Can't........uh uh.... bring... myself to.... do it.... arghhh....."