Don't 'K'now Don't Care
Certain things i dont know about and dont care to know about.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
New Year's Eve
I'll be spending new year's eve in a train (from 31/12/07, 6 pm to 1/1/08, 5 am) ....
...How sad is that?
...How sad is that?
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Dont hit your head on your way out!
I have been using the same entrance/exit of my work place building for the last 2 years now.
Its nothing more than a big glass door with a handle.
Yesterday, as usual I was coming out of the building, I was walking at full speed…..then the unthinkable happened…. BANG….
I slammed right into the glass door. I have seen this happen on TV several times and I used to think, man, how can people be so dumb and not see what’s right in front of them.(though its transparent, u can still actually see it)
I was disoriented for a while. A security guard came running and held the door open for me. When I came to my senses, I gave the guy a silly grin, thanked him and was on my way again.
I am pretty conscious of my surroundings but don’t know what came over me yesterday.
I still have a bump on my forehead.
Its nothing more than a big glass door with a handle.
Yesterday, as usual I was coming out of the building, I was walking at full speed…..then the unthinkable happened…. BANG….
I slammed right into the glass door. I have seen this happen on TV several times and I used to think, man, how can people be so dumb and not see what’s right in front of them.(though its transparent, u can still actually see it)
I was disoriented for a while. A security guard came running and held the door open for me. When I came to my senses, I gave the guy a silly grin, thanked him and was on my way again.
I am pretty conscious of my surroundings but don’t know what came over me yesterday.
I still have a bump on my forehead.
Friday, November 23, 2007
GADDAMMIT..
U know what my problem is.... i day dream.....every single FRICKIN' second....hence i cannot concentrate....GADDAMMIT!!!!
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Monday, November 12, 2007
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Conflict
My work starts at 8:30 am and end at 17 hundred hours.
The day before yesterday, i was called for a meeting at 4:30 pm, much to my shock and dismay. 6 people in the room, 2 of then never agrees with one another on anything. One cannot convince the other on anything. But since a decision had to be taken, either of the 2 gives in/up just because they don’t want to argue anymore. Of course, according to them, they r 'discussing'.
The meeting ended at 7:50 pm.
Am sure it would have ended at 5 if either one of the 2 didn’t attend the meeting.
Then I wondered, what was the point of all that bickering anyway.
The day before yesterday, i was called for a meeting at 4:30 pm, much to my shock and dismay. 6 people in the room, 2 of then never agrees with one another on anything. One cannot convince the other on anything. But since a decision had to be taken, either of the 2 gives in/up just because they don’t want to argue anymore. Of course, according to them, they r 'discussing'.
The meeting ended at 7:50 pm.
Am sure it would have ended at 5 if either one of the 2 didn’t attend the meeting.
Then I wondered, what was the point of all that bickering anyway.
lemons
My dad makes the best chicken biryani. On Sunday he asked me to go get a few lemons.
What was supposed to happen:
Hop on the bike.
Go to the groceries store.
Buy the lemons
Get back home
Put the bike keys in the living hall shelf.
Give dad the lemons.
What actually happened:
Hopped on the bike.
Went to the groceries store.
Bought the lemons
Got back home
Put the lemons in the living hall shelf.
Gave dad the bike keys.
grin.
What was supposed to happen:
Hop on the bike.
Go to the groceries store.
Buy the lemons
Get back home
Put the bike keys in the living hall shelf.
Give dad the lemons.
What actually happened:
Hopped on the bike.
Went to the groceries store.
Bought the lemons
Got back home
Put the lemons in the living hall shelf.
Gave dad the bike keys.
grin.
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