Thursday, August 24, 2006

How Hard is it?!!!!

How hard is it?!! i mean its basic comman sense and its very easy especially since its 2 different countries!!!
Ok, so I don't make sense... what I'm actually talking about is very simple, at work today, we were getting the set up done for 3 countries (different countries!!). Each country has a different name right? Apparently, according to one of my team mates, I am wrong and 2 different countries have the same name!!! He re-wrote the work I had done all afternoon with his own and now I have to re do mine because he "forgot" to give the names right!!
Like I said before, How Hard is it to get country names right?!!!! For a guy with 4 yrs of working experince, he sucks big time!!!
Gotta go now, since I have re do all my work again!!! The only word that comes to my mind when such things happen is "BLAH!!!!"

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Dave Barry - hilarious!!!

Here's one more Hilarious post!! This is a Dave Barry Article.. (I really love the way he writes and I miss reading his articles now that he is on a break)
Everytime I read it, it makes me laugh, I hope it makes you laugh too.. :-)

Just call me
I started lifting weights. But not for the reason you think. You think I want to look ''cut'' and ''ripped'' and have bulging muscles like the ones on male underwear models, who for some reason are always shown posing outdoors, looking sullen, as if a group of even more-muscular models stole their pants.
You think I want to have muscles like that, so women will look at me and think: ''Wow! I would like to see HIS syndicated column!''But you are wrong. I'm lifting weights for sensible medical reasons, which I learned about from the highest possible medical authority: the Internet. If you ever experience a medical symptom, such as itching, you don't need to waste time sitting in a doctor's waiting room reading 1997 issues of Redbook. Instead, you can go to the Internet, and with just a few mouse clicks, you'll discover the reassuring truth: There might be a worm in your brain.
Really. According to a medical site called Medline Plus (''Trusted Health Information for You'') sponsored by The National Medical Library AND The National Institutes of Health, itching can be a symptom of a condition called ''visceral larva migrans'' (literally, ''a worm in your brain'').

And before I get a bunch of nasty letters from irate physicians attacking me for unnecessarily scaring people, let me note that another symptom of brain worm is -- and this is a direct quote from Medline Plus -- ''irritability.''

But getting back to weightlifting: I found out from the Internet that when you get to be my age (old), you lose bone density and muscle mass. This alarmed me, because I never had any muscle mass to begin with.Men: You know how, when your wife can't open a pickle jar, she gives it to you, and you're supposed to smile in a manly patronizing way as you effortlessly twist it open? That's not what happens in our house.
What happens is, after a grim struggle lasting several minutes, I wind up lying on the kitchen floor, exhausted and whimpering, while the pickle jar, unopened, laughs and flirts boldly with my wife. Sometimes it gives me a wedgie.I've always been puny. As a youth, I totally missed the boat to Puberty Island. It sailed away with all my classmates, leaving me standing on the dock.

When it returned, down the gangplank came tromping all these young adults between six and eight feet tall, sporting muscles and beards and bosoms (sometimes all three). Whereas I was still this little hairless dweeb with a voice in the Pinocchio range.It was a difficult time for me, but one day my mom, bless her heart, had a talk with me.
She told me that girls were not interested only in looks -- that the qualities that really mattered were brains and a sense of humor. That little talk was long ago, but it taught me an invaluable life lesson I have never forgotten: Moms lie when they have to. The truth is that -- and I speak here as a trained humor professional -- women are definitely more interested in muscles than a sense of humor. You will never hear a woman say: ''I wish Brad Pitt would put his shirt back on and tell some jokes!''But let me repeat in a non-defensive manner that this has NOTHING TO DO with why I'm lifting weights.
I'm doing it for mass and density, as clearly explained on the Internet.Is my weight training working? Consider this: After just one week of lifting, I can no longer move my arms. I feel as though oxen have been clog-dancing on my upper body.
I have to brush my teeth by holding the toothbrush still and moving my head up and down.The problem is that weights -- follow me closely -- are heavy.
When you lift them, your muscles hurt, which is your body's way of telling you: ''Stop lifting weights, moron!'' (Or, in some cases: ''There's a worm in your brain!'') But I'm making progress: This very morning I ''bench-pressed'' a total weight of -- and here, to make it look more impressive, I will use the metric system -- 4,082,331.33 centigrams.
Lying on my back, I was able to lift this weight INTO THE AIR, then bring it back down onto my chest, thus completing a ''bench press.''Unfortunately, I couldn't get the weight back off my chest. Seriously: I was trapped.
My wife had to come rescue me. She thought it was very funny; I heard her laughing all the way back to the kitchen.
I bet the pickle jar was laughing, too. I will kill it with a hammer, if I can ever lift my arms again.

Monday, August 21, 2006


This is "borrowed" ofcourse!! Liked the sound of it though!

sometimes it's tough to bid 'adieu'
sometimes it's tough to start 'anew'
sometimes it's tough to say 'I care'
sometimes it's tough to say 'I'll wait'
bon Voyage to life, bon voyage to love

Quarter-life Crisis?!!

For those in their twenty-something... This puts it all into words perfectly. They call it the "Quarter-life Crisis!"
It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are a lot of things about yourself that you didn't know and may or may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.
You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones.
What you do not realize is that they are realizing that too and are not really cold or catty or mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.
You look at your job, It is not even close to what you thought you would be doing!! Or maybe you are looking for one and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and are scared.
You miss the comforts of college, of groups, of socializing with the same people on a constant basis. But then you realize that maybe they weren't so great after all.
You are beginning to understand yourself and what you want and do not want. Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging a bit more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and add things to your list of what is acceptable and what is not.
You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.
You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you or you lie in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough to get to know better. You love someone but maybe love someone else too and cannot figure out why you are doing this because you are not a bad person night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap and getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic.
You go through the same emotions and questions over and over and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision.
You worry about loans and money and the future and making a life for yourself and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender! What you may not realize is that everyone reading this relates to it.
We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out!


I finally did it!! My very own blog...
It has taken every inch of Vicky's persuasion powers to get me to blog and my sis also inspired me to start this!!!
thanks you guys...
i can now write abt anything and evrything I hate, like, love!!!