Sunday. Cooked khichuri and ooti, it being kang -rath yatra festival.
I ate too much - I am a glutton. And stupid me, I forgot to bring hajmola back from india. I don't see it being sold at te Indian stores. There is something so comforting about popping a couple of hajmola after pigging out.
I need to become a member of the library - but I am careless with books. I do not think I can deal with the tension of being careful while readin. Maybe I should just stick to second hand ones.
Need to get a haircut too. And dye my hair as well. Thinking of plum this time around.
Any more trivial thing I can think up of? None. I am now going to search for a recipe with chicken and lentil. Because I soaked too much lentil for khichuri and I had to take out some. Chicken and lentil? It sounds like a bad combination, ni? But I have not cooked anything horrible for a while so might as well try out this combo.
I need hajmola.
Sunday, July 03, 2011
4th day
It being a weekend, I have been lazying around. Weekends are the only days I can get up late now that I have joined work. I hate getting up early - OK, I am the last person to wake up in the household but still - it is like some sort of punishment for me. I would have been called names back in Imphal since married women are supposed to be the first one to get up - you know, get breakfast for everyone, take a bath blah blah.
When Baba was alive, he always tried to get me to wake up early. I used to resort to so many tricks - hide under the blanket and pretend I have already gotten up , even taking the trouble to hide my slippers under the bed so he would not check the bed; pretending to get up and go back to sleep after he was gone. Ema somehow always took my side. I told her I get extra grumpy if I wake up early. Sleep is a luxury I love.
His family gets up along with the rooster - I don't know whether they go go cock-a-doodle too. Ema was so petrified about how I would adjust . I adjusted by getting up late! I know, I should have stayed single.
He, to be fair to him, has always let me have my way more or less. So I get to sleep in late on weekends. Weekdays - no way since I still need to earn a living.
When Baba was alive, he always tried to get me to wake up early. I used to resort to so many tricks - hide under the blanket and pretend I have already gotten up , even taking the trouble to hide my slippers under the bed so he would not check the bed; pretending to get up and go back to sleep after he was gone. Ema somehow always took my side. I told her I get extra grumpy if I wake up early. Sleep is a luxury I love.
His family gets up along with the rooster - I don't know whether they go go cock-a-doodle too. Ema was so petrified about how I would adjust . I adjusted by getting up late! I know, I should have stayed single.
He, to be fair to him, has always let me have my way more or less. So I get to sleep in late on weekends. Weekdays - no way since I still need to earn a living.
Saturday, July 02, 2011
3rd day...
...and surprise, I still have not broken my resolution. What should I bore you with today?
I was working and trying to save a document on the server when the server space ran out!! I mean , wtf? Me being me, this was quite an event, and I went around telling everybody who cared to listen about it.
I cut my finger while slicing vegetables. I was brave and did not faint but wisely went around searching for a band aid which, after much searching, I found on top of the very tall wardrobe. Blame the guy I share my life with right now. Who in their right mind would put the first aid bag so high up that I have to climb up on something to get to it. Isn't it supposed to be kept somewhere easily accessible? No wonder I want to be single again.
I was working and trying to save a document on the server when the server space ran out!! I mean , wtf? Me being me, this was quite an event, and I went around telling everybody who cared to listen about it.
I cut my finger while slicing vegetables. I was brave and did not faint but wisely went around searching for a band aid which, after much searching, I found on top of the very tall wardrobe. Blame the guy I share my life with right now. Who in their right mind would put the first aid bag so high up that I have to climb up on something to get to it. Isn't it supposed to be kept somewhere easily accessible? No wonder I want to be single again.
Friday, July 01, 2011
2nd day running
Busy day at office. Time flew by.
My father left some money - he wanted us to do something in my brother's memory. And I keep thinking of how to best do it. I don't like the idea of giving gold plated medals to supposedly meritorious students - I have those and I don't even appreciate them - but then I don't appreciate much in life. I wish I could start a home in my father's and rother's name but I would need more money and dedication than I can afford now . Which makes me sad - apart from traveling, one of my other dreams was to do something in the line of helping people less fortunate. But look at me - I am almost half past my shelf date and apart from material things, I have not achieved much in life. I am not talking career wise - he'll, I would be just as happy wiping tables in a dhaba. As I become older, I seem to get pessimistic or maybe I am more realistic now. Because I chose love over my dreams, I am tied down. Sometimes I wonder whether it has been worth it. I know love is supposed to mean everything but so many things that are supposed to be the way they are, are just not the way they should be. What does that mean?
I keep thinking of the path I have not taken and I keep thinking maybe all my dreams are there waiting for me on that path. Maybe they have given up by now. Maybe I have given up.
My father left some money - he wanted us to do something in my brother's memory. And I keep thinking of how to best do it. I don't like the idea of giving gold plated medals to supposedly meritorious students - I have those and I don't even appreciate them - but then I don't appreciate much in life. I wish I could start a home in my father's and rother's name but I would need more money and dedication than I can afford now . Which makes me sad - apart from traveling, one of my other dreams was to do something in the line of helping people less fortunate. But look at me - I am almost half past my shelf date and apart from material things, I have not achieved much in life. I am not talking career wise - he'll, I would be just as happy wiping tables in a dhaba. As I become older, I seem to get pessimistic or maybe I am more realistic now. Because I chose love over my dreams, I am tied down. Sometimes I wonder whether it has been worth it. I know love is supposed to mean everything but so many things that are supposed to be the way they are, are just not the way they should be. What does that mean?
I keep thinking of the path I have not taken and I keep thinking maybe all my dreams are there waiting for me on that path. Maybe they have given up by now. Maybe I have given up.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Busy busy bee
OK, I didn't trip on the blogging each day for a week thingy I promised myself so here I am with nothing much to blog about.
Work was busy but I prefer it that way. Before I realized, it was almost time for me to rush off to get the elf. At least now I don't have to count the seconds before I can make a respectable time to exit from the office.
One upside - well, the only one - about being impatient is that I get things done quick. I am actually superfast compared to the folks in the project. And maybe it helps that I am smart too. Hee her hee. How immodest and completely delusional can I get?
I started Hemingway's for whom the bell tolls and found it good reading. The book was under my pillow and then it fell under the bed and I am too lazy to pick it so I am waiting for someone else to pick it up so I could finish it. All such ugly details of my mundane existence are going to assault your senses for the next seven days as I will write anything to comes to my fingertip.
I blog using the iPhone now- oui, how tech savvy am I ?? And I have misplaced the charger for my MacBook and now I cannot use it. It must be sleeping with the book under the bed for all I know.
I was able to get acess right to a tool I am not supposed to be using. A minor victory in a company where everything is so f&@@@@@@@ compartmentalized. Wait till I change all that before they throw me out.
Enough for today I say.
Work was busy but I prefer it that way. Before I realized, it was almost time for me to rush off to get the elf. At least now I don't have to count the seconds before I can make a respectable time to exit from the office.
One upside - well, the only one - about being impatient is that I get things done quick. I am actually superfast compared to the folks in the project. And maybe it helps that I am smart too. Hee her hee. How immodest and completely delusional can I get?
I started Hemingway's for whom the bell tolls and found it good reading. The book was under my pillow and then it fell under the bed and I am too lazy to pick it so I am waiting for someone else to pick it up so I could finish it. All such ugly details of my mundane existence are going to assault your senses for the next seven days as I will write anything to comes to my fingertip.
I blog using the iPhone now- oui, how tech savvy am I ?? And I have misplaced the charger for my MacBook and now I cannot use it. It must be sleeping with the book under the bed for all I know.
I was able to get acess right to a tool I am not supposed to be using. A minor victory in a company where everything is so f&@@@@@@@ compartmentalized. Wait till I change all that before they throw me out.
Enough for today I say.
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