The Luxury of Enough
People talk about their dream homes. 6-bedroom. Upgraded. Furnished. Just like most of those people, I used to measure dream homes in dollars.
It took a very special person to make me realize that dream homes aren't made of marble or hardwood or money. But that a dream home is made of good times shared with friends. Of walls decorated with memories. Of love. And smiles.
A dream home is where you and I are happy together.
Marriages are made in Heaven.
I agree. But they have to be worked on right here on Earth.
Some days you work really hard.
I hate coddling people. S., if you're reading, take note.
I'm not a mind reader. Trust me on this one.
All in a day's work - II
I apologize in advance for the length of this post. If you're still interested, read on.
So my good friends, T. and S., from work and myself were having a discussion on the cons of wearing glasses today. S. hated wearing glasses and got his eyes lasered the minute he got his prescription. T. wears glasses all the time but is undecided on the matter. Well, not just this matter....
As for me, I think your eyes are your windows to the world. You can look out, but the world can look in as well. And that's why sometimes (in my case most of the time), you keep the shades drawn. And you keep your glasses on!
On a separate note, a former team mate of mine, B., came to visit S. (mentioned above) at the office today. Did I mention S. is also my current, and her former, manager? So she came into his office, where S. and I happened to be enjoying lunch and some light-hearted conversation; and for the next twenty minutes, it was like I wasn't there. Similar thing happened yesterday. I acknowledged her and her response almost felt like she saw me and then walked straight through me!
Maybe I'll be the bigger person next time and be the first and probably the only one to smile and offer acknowledgement. But only if, by then, I've gotten over the unreality of what happened today.
On another separate note, S. and T. (mentioned above) are going to the movies together tonight. To my amazement, S. is the one who asked T. Now, by now we all know that T. is undecided. If you don't know what I'm talking about, show some common courtesy and read the whole post.
But after what I just told you, are you thinking the same thing I am?
Addendum: I have been kindly reminded by S. to bring to everyone's attention his little afternoon shopping 'date' with T. to Costco today. My apologies.
Crackbook!
So I finally got suckered into signing on to
Facebook. All my friends have been asking me to sign on for months now. They're all so addicted to it.
I always thought it was something you do when you're in high school. You know, the no-real-responsibility-phase in life.
But now that I'm on there, I realize it's not so bad.
And it is so addictive!
So I checked out my cousin's profile on Orkut.com. And I couldn't believe what I saw. Tall, dark, handsome. Not really, but OK. And under Body Type: A few extra pounds. I don't even know what to say to that.
I'm sorry, man, but I HAD to tell EVERYONE about it!
Just remember, it's all in good fun.
Well, at least for the rest of us.
Why the competition?
It's not as if someone is keeping score.
Am I that lacking in confidence that everyone around me can tell?
I don't know if its lack of confidence (which is explainable given the kind of childhood I've had) or just plain cautiousness (which is also explainable, but to be explained only to a trusted friend). But something always holds me back.
I don't know if its good or bad. I know that it just is.
Today, my good friend from work, T., told me that I'm aloof.
I wonder what brought that on.
Some things are not as important to other people as they are to me.
Why do I have to be so passionate?
Nothing hurts me more than seeing tears in your eyes.
I'm sorry.
S.
Introducing....
So my good friend from work, S., sent out pictures of his new baby girl. If you don't know what I'm talking about, go
here.
Here is Jaime Danielle Mackey, born on Friday, April 13, 2007.
Enjoy!
S.
I am so restless today I don't know what to do. I know what's bothering me. But I don't know why its bothering me. And that's what bothers me most about it.
Somethings aren't meant to happen. But the heart still yearns.
I'm an affectionate person. And when I'm fond of someone, I like to show it. I think I get it from my Dad. When I talk to people I like, I touch them. On the arm or the shoulder or the back. Be it a guy or a girl.
I can see how someone observing can take it the wrong way.
Oh well.
Musings
Today, I talked to my friend, T., from India. Online, of course. I've known her since I was seven. Life hasn't been kind to our friendship. And all this distance between us hasn't helped. The last time I saw her was in 2002.
Anyway, she told me about Orkut.com. I logged on and found many people from my past. People I went to high school with. Friends that I thought I couldn't do without. 'Friends' I'd rather do without.
I got to thinking. I couldn't imagine a life without these people. The hanging out, the laughter, the jokes that no one else would ever get. But now, even reading about them only holds my interest for about a minute and then I move on.
I wonder about my life and the people in it right now. I can't imagine a life without them. But ten years down the road, will I feel the same way about them as I do now? Or will I just read about them on some website and then try to remember why I used to care?
I realized that lives change and lives move on. Priorities change and people move on.
I know I'll get used to it when it actually happens.
But for now, it stings to even think about it.
I love to be kissed on my right temple.
All in a day's work
So my good friend from work, S., stole my cell phone today. Again! And from right under my nose!
You won't know how big a deal it actually is until you go
here and
here. He did return it though. But only after a lot of coaxing!
On a separate note, my other good friend, S., from work had a baby girl today. I don't know if it's true but people say that having a child is the end of life as you know it.
I guess I'll find out when I'm there myself. But for now, I wish S. and his wife, S., a lifetime of happiness with the little one. I'm sure there will be surprises along the way. But hopefully, the good will outnumber the bad!
Dreamcatcher
I may never have what I really want.
But I have my dreams. And those will have to suffice.
Another one bites the dust!
So my good friend, E., got engaged recently to his girlfriend of two years, K.
The day we met, in a waiting lounge at a God-foresaken airport in Germany, I read his palm and I told him that he was going to meet the one he was going to marry really soon. And he did, two months following our conversation. E., if you're reading, I'm very happy for you and I wish you and K. a lifetime of happiness.
E. dedicated a song to me. It's called 'I'm not your Average Girl' by India Arie. In E.'s own words, this song is so me! I don't think so. But if you've heard it, let me know what you think.
PS: I used to have a picture of E. and I, that we took at the airport in Frankfurt. I wish I still had the soft copy to attach here so you all could put a face to the name.
A Very Short Song
Once, when I was young and true,
Someone left me sad—
Broke my brittle heart in two;
And that is very bad.
Love is for unlucky folk,
Love is but a curse.
Once there was a heart I broke;
And that, I think, is worse.
~ Dorothy Parker
Quotable Quote
"All good things in life are either very expensive, very fattening or married."
~Anonymous
I've only trusted a handful of people with you. Today, something happened that makes me think that one of them has given you away.
I hope I'm wrong.
Mind-reader
I know P. better than he knows himself. I can take one look at him and I know what he is thinking.
I also know that he cannot say the same about me.
Do you believe in the stars?
So I checked out this astrology website and this is what it had to say about me:
You are a Number 8 person!
You feel that you stand out from the crowd but can't figure out what sets you apart. You choose friends with great care and rarely share secrets. You are also very emotional and expect a lot from your relationships. You must control your anger and be more compassionate and understanding. Your calm façade belies your sensitive and vulnerable nature. You are not easily swayed by others. You love challenges but tend to be impulsive.
I don't believe in these things. But I can say with complete conviction that those who know me well, no wait, those few, if any, that know me well, will agree with the above whole-heartedly!
Quirky? Me?
Today, while I took a break from studying, I got to thinking. About nothing in particular. My Mom, music I need to download, ironing that still needed to be done. One thing led to another. I thought some more. And suddenly I realized, I'm quirky.
Is that a bad thing?
Passions
Did I ever tell you how much I love to dance? Especially to Indian music. And especially with P. It's my passion. Like P.'s passion for the Leafs.
We danced today. P. and I. Just the two of us, to one of my favourite songs. It was awesome.
OK now I have to go. It's study time and P. wouldn't be happy if he saw me blogging....
Everyday Lessons
I learnt two things today.
First, I can't live without my cell phone.
In case you didn't clue in, that one was for you, S.
Second, people will subordinate no problem, as long as it is suggested to them early enough and subtly enough.
I guess people can say that I'm being manipulative. But when you trust no one and when the past five years of your life are at stake, so be it.
Happy Easter!
S.
So my good friend from work, S. , just told me that my other good friend from work, T. , is going to be switching teams soon. Which means I won't be able to speak to him as much as I do now. It means new people on my team and a whole new effort on my part. I mean, I love making friends. But I don't have the easiest time with that, because let's face it, I don't trust anyone. And strange as it may sound, I make friends with men much more easily than with women. I just don't have the patience for most women and their mind games.
Anyway, I hate change.
But alas, such is life.
There is no place like home.
I just realized that I love being at home. Be it alone. Be it with P.
I might do the dressing up and going out thing once in a while. But deep down, I'm a homebody.
My Blog, My Friend
You don't have a name but I talk to you almost everyday. You're like a good friend who I can share stuff with and who I can always trust.
But there are some things I won't say even to you.
If only you could read my mind....
My favourite pictures!
Some are recent. Some fairly old. But still all my favourites!
Enjoy!
S.
Is perception everything?
I don't think so.
But people tell me that it is.
