2008 highlights

April - Mumbai

August - Salalah

Sept - Kerala

Sept/Oct - Turkey

Dec- Bali

Let's hope that in 2009 I use up all the pages of my passport! :o)

Wimps galore!

Wonder why men are such wimps?!
Or am I just meeting the wrong kinda men?

The last two men who I sorta happened to kinda date (it’s all very complicated) turned out to be the kind of people who say they are madly in love with me and then when their parents say “no beta! Don’t!” for the silliest of reasons (we don't want girls from the south, was one excuse!) without even getting to know me, the men falter in their steps and say “Oh! Did I say madly in love? Let me rephrase!”
I mean, strap on a pair for heaven's sake!
where are the men?!

Universe, you want me to come up there and kick some serious ass or you guys gonna get your act together?

Btw, the Bali trip was AWEsome!
Will post some pics when I get time.

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

My friend had done all the bookings for Bali and he had refused to tell us where we were gonna stay.
He wanted to surprise us.
Today he sent us a sneak preview of where we’ll be staying...

I’m super-excited now, after seeing the pictures of all the rooms I’m going to get drunk in

;o)

Lacking Lustre

I'm leaving for Bali tomorrow.
I'll be back next Saturday.

I'm going with the same gang who I went to Turkey with and a few more fun people.

I don't feel any excitement though.
I'm worried about a lot of things (mainly work) and just running around trying to get stuff in order before leaving.

Hopefully I'll feel better tomorrow, once we actually set off.
I'm just so unprepared.
And I don't feel like doing anything.

Lacking life.

No one else.

I should've realized there's no one to take care of me but myself.
I've made a mess of my life and I don't know how to fix it.

Too many pieces to be put back together and I just don't have the energy.
I'm tired.

What is wrong with the world?!!

As you can see, we’re not a rich country. Not monetarily anyway.
Other countries have bullet-proof vests and shields and helicopter and AK47s and whatnot.
Our police officers have nothing but their uniforms, rifles and their puny helmets to defend and protect themselves while they rush in headlong to their fight against terror.

These terrorist attacks are absolutely heart-breaking.
There’s nothing one can do, you feel helpless. And slightly guilty for living the life that you do.

Here I was, organizing a bachelorette party for my friend, my only woe being that I can’t find a stripper in Dubai.
And then my friend IMs the link to Times of India and my whole perspective changes.

I was there in May!

I took pictures of the same places that are now in ruins.

I was at Colaba. I walked by the Taj, took pictures. I went to Leo’s several times, by myself and with friends. I was staying at the Y. I was walking on Nariman Point. I was happy.

It’s easy to blame the police, the border guards, the security forces….
We place the blame on everyone we can, hoping it will lessen our pain and guilt.

What are these people thinking? What do they believe in that makes them rush into places and shoot randomly at people? What do they think they are achieving by doing this?

Why?!

Week Update

I’ve been busy with Gitex (it’s an IT exhibition of sorts that happens here), which basically involves attending a lot of stressful meetings with my clients whom I otherwise do not meet.

This week, today was the ONLY day I went to the office. (tomorrow is the weekend! Yay!)
On Sun and Mon I had to go for Gitex, on Tuesday I was at the Shangri-la, attending a conference where I met this French guy from the vendor’s side who was like, totally into me! But I have this rule of “not mixing business and pleasure” , so I let it be. *grin*

On Wednesday, I went to ski dubai (again for work! It was a vendor event and I had to go! *sigh* the things I gotta do for work! :P)
It was a lotta fun, although I’ve never skied before, on real or artificial slopes. I didn’t fall down while on the slopes, but I somehow managed to fall while I was just standing around talking to people! Don’t ask me how!
I also had some trouble learning how to stop. So there was this one time I was coming down the slope where I just screamed *somebody tell me how to stop this thiiiiiiiiing* and crashed into this huuuge plastic ball they had kept there (which probably means there are more people like me doesn’t it?) and bounced back and just fell down flat on the ground. Everybody had a good laugh. Including me. (but it hurrrrts today!)

But that wasn’t half as funny as the guy who somehow managed to turn himself around while coming down the slopes, so he was sliding downhill backwards, and to top it off he tried to stop himself with his hands, so he was bent down trying frantically to get a grip of the snow! Him coming butt-first was the funniest thing I’d seen for a looong time! Lol! Just thinking about it is cracking me up again!

Oh, and I had gone to the desert last weekend for some desert driving with friends, and I drove a hummer for the first time. Not that impressive really. But I guess it’s something to talk abt eh!

This weekend, I have a LOT of work to get done (part of the personal learning process they have at work). I have a presentation on Sunday, so I need to prepare for that.

Busy busy busy is my life these days!
And I'm thankful for it! As they say over here... masha allah!