Twilight
I am not sure if I am more smitten with Edward Cullen or with Rob Pattinson. All I know is that I've finished the first two books in the last three days and I can not wait to read more.
The Forbidden Fruit
"But of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, thou shalt not eat of it:
for in the day that thou eatest thereof, thou shalt surely die."
- Genesis 2:17
We all chase the unknowable. We all challenge the undoable.
And the winner is ...
The winner of Best Reason for a Common Cold Contest goes to S, who thinks that since she has been drinking so much water lately (thanks to my lecture on benefits of water and its effect on weight loss), her body is just trying to flush out the excess .... with a common cold.
Lunch
Its amazing how brilliant (read stupid) ideas flow in when the topic of a talk is useless.
D's in not-so-good circumstances at the present. His wife has crashed his much loved car and S, the new intern at work is making him work. Funny how that is. It should have been the other way around but then thats another long story.
At lunch:
T: My lunch is tasteless.
A (to D): You brought cereals to lunch? Whats the matter with you?
D: I am dieting.
A: But that milk looks yellow.
Me (to T): Woo, your lunch looks nice.
H: Oh yea, I agree.
T (clearly disconcerted): No, its not very nice. Actually, it is tasteless.
H: Really? It doesnt look tasteless. Are you just saying that so we do not eat it?
T: No. You can take a bite if you want.
H: Ohk. (Takes a large bite from T's plate.) This is delicious. You liar.
Me: Hmm, if T thinks this is tasteless and we think its delicious, imagine what his tasty lunch would be like.
H: True.
A (to D): Cereals is all you are going to eat?
D: No, I have this whole grain bread as well.
A: Bread with what?
D: Just bread. I dont really like it. It tastes like cardboard.
A: Yikes, you got to eat it with something man. Here have S's curry stuff.
D: Yes, it does look yummy but she has almost eaten all of it.
S: Oh, I am sorry. I didnt know you wanted some.
H: D, you should have demanded her lunch from her. You should have refused to do her work otherwise.
D: Yea, I didnt think of that.
A: You think cereals and cardboard bread will help you lose weight? Are you exercising?
D: No, not really.
A: You should run to work man. Your car is broke anyways.
D: I have a rental car. It runs fast unlike my car which drives like a golf cart.
H: So you are the one who causes all the traffic.
A: Aha.
H: Then it doesnt really matter. You should just run, you'd probably reach faster than your golf cart.
Me: Yes, maybe you'd want your wife to come anyways so you can throw your stuff in the car and then run. She could drive alongside you, like they do in marathons.
H: Yes and when you are thirsty, she can splash water on you.
D: Hmm.
T: My lunch is tasteless.
H: Its better than mine.
T: No, you have tofu.
H: Ok, I will give you a piece of the tofu. Will you give me some more of your lunch?
T: Sure.
They exchange stuff.
H: Yummmmmm.
A (to D): Hey I know. You could bike. Your house is what, 4 miles from here?
D: I could.
A: Yes, you could take the turnpike and the speed limit there is 70mph. You'd really lose weight man.
D: What? Are you crazy?
Me: Running is better. You could have S run behind you. You would keep running to keep away from her, I am sure.
S: Hehe, I could do that. Run after D.
D: Yea sure. Thats all I want.
A: Man, we are only trying to help you lose weight.
Me: Hehe.
H: Hehe.
T: My lunch is tasteless.
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Dreams of Tomorrow...
Thanks to
this blog and
this, to
S and to Google (more specifically Orkut, Gmail and GTalk). Because of these/them, I have someone to dream with of tomorrow. :D
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I think even people at call centers have bigger cubes...
N: What is the matter with you, G?
G (pointing to the small cubes where people are sitting huddled): We are the call center.
N: Lol.
G: I need space man. There is no privacy here. I don't even have to turn to see the person sitting next to me. They call these cubicles?
N: I agree with you.
G: This is stupid. My home office is bigger than this.
N: Where is your home office?
G: At home.
N: Lol.
G: No seriously man. I need space. Look at the astronauts. Even they have SPACE. Why not us?
Will miss you G, at the new place.
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