Every morning when I go to work, I walk 5 mins. from the Parliament Station to my office. Somedays I catch the tram instead of walking 3 tram stops...somedays, when its nice and beautiful, I just walk!
And there is this lady, this old Oz lady (around 50 yrs old.) who sells this mag called the "Big Issue". This mag claims to have current affairs with a twist! A bit of humor and laugh etc. And well.. I'm not sure but I think its a weekly mag for $3 or something. I never buy it.
Why I'm writing about it today... because every morning, I see this woman and I see her every evening when I'm walking back to the station. Not matter if its summer/winter...no matter if its rain or storm she's there. She greets most of the people walking by. She smiles and they smile back.
But she never smiles at me. Never ever!!
I tried smiling at her a few times when she was looking my way, but no! She just stares. Looks at me up and down and then I have walked past her.
Its been months now. We even look at each other now - right in the eye and stare, or may be just I stare at her. And I walk away. Its as if she dosen't like me, for something that I don't even know what?! *wierd!* Those eyes saying, "I am watching you!"
I don't dress different, I am usually in a work suit like most girls at offices are.
I have never even spoken to her, so its not possible that I have offended her.
Then what on earth is it?! Whats her problem?
Is it because I'm not Australian? Is it because I am, where I am, dressed as I am and she is where she is, dressed as she is?
Discrimination? Racism may be? *big words those!* But why?!!
Havent we grown out of all that? Or may be its just her and few like her. They will never change. They will never accept.
OR
Is it just a female thing! That one female just cant see another do better. But what the hey! Guys are like that too... so its a human thing!! Oh whatever it is....... even I dont know what it is..why I'm writing it down... have u felt anything like this..ever?!
Fine, I will walk past her this afternoon.
*My eyes are watching you!!!*
BTW
A very Happy International Women's Day to all you beautiful ladies out there.
We ROCK!! - Don't we boys?! ;)
Tuesday, March 8
Monday, March 7
Friday, March 4
Feel Pretty!
*Apologies*
Sorry to all my dear readers.
Just like everything else that I rush into...I rushed this post and now regret it.
Please accept my sincere apologies. I will not be boring you with any stories...atleast not for now.
After thinking over it a while I thought I don't have to do anything just coz everyone else is. That is so silly. And its gonna become Blog-Story overdose in the Blogosphere if everyone starts writing stories. Phew! So I have realised that I should withdraw from the blog-story writing arena while I still can.
Chickened out....hmmmm!!
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Original Post:
When I'm totally steaming with anger and frustration....
I remember Adam Sandler in Anger Management!! :D
[AS] I feel pretty,
Oh so pretty,
I feel pretty and witty and gay,
And I pity,
Any girl who isnt me today,
Jack Nicholson: Lalalalalalalala
[AS] I feel charming,
Oh so charming,
It's alarming how charming I feel,
Angery Driver #1: Move your ass dip shit!
[AS] And so pretty that I hardly believe I'm real,
Jack Nicholson: lalalalalalala
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Feeling pretty yet?! :D
I don't know if I'm any good... but what the heck!
Now that I have tried my hands on Poetry [and singing] then Story writing.... whats the big deal with that?!
*ehhem - All you big high and mighty writers.. please disregard the last line. Thankyou.*
And so............
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Her life has been so predictable till now. Nothing has been out of the ordinary - ever!
She had been a good daughter, a better than average sister and good student at school and university. Never got into trouble...for anything.
Everyone who met her, praised her. "So soft-spoken", "Such a delightful girl!", "Great singer", "Such a graceful dancer!".
And now she was 22.... and her grand parents thought it their last chore in life, to find her an agreeable match. But they didn't know what future had instore for them. All their efforts were about to go in vain. For the turn that Urvashi's life was about to take, even she didn't know!!
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That's all folks!
Let us take this ride through Urvashi's life...starting on the 10th March 2005.
Till then.....
God Bless!!
Sorry to all my dear readers.
Just like everything else that I rush into...I rushed this post and now regret it.
Please accept my sincere apologies. I will not be boring you with any stories...atleast not for now.
After thinking over it a while I thought I don't have to do anything just coz everyone else is. That is so silly. And its gonna become Blog-Story overdose in the Blogosphere if everyone starts writing stories. Phew! So I have realised that I should withdraw from the blog-story writing arena while I still can.
Chickened out....hmmmm!!
_____________________________________
Original Post:
When I'm totally steaming with anger and frustration....
I remember Adam Sandler in Anger Management!! :D
[AS] I feel pretty,
Oh so pretty,
I feel pretty and witty and gay,
And I pity,
Any girl who isnt me today,
Jack Nicholson: Lalalalalalalala
[AS] I feel charming,
Oh so charming,
It's alarming how charming I feel,
Angery Driver #1: Move your ass dip shit!
[AS] And so pretty that I hardly believe I'm real,
Jack Nicholson: lalalalalalala
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Feeling pretty yet?! :D
I don't know if I'm any good... but what the heck!
Now that I have tried my hands on Poetry [and singing] then Story writing.... whats the big deal with that?!
*ehhem - All you big high and mighty writers.. please disregard the last line. Thankyou.*
And so............
-------------------------------------------
Her life has been so predictable till now. Nothing has been out of the ordinary - ever!
She had been a good daughter, a better than average sister and good student at school and university. Never got into trouble...for anything.
Everyone who met her, praised her. "So soft-spoken", "Such a delightful girl!", "Great singer", "Such a graceful dancer!".
And now she was 22.... and her grand parents thought it their last chore in life, to find her an agreeable match. But they didn't know what future had instore for them. All their efforts were about to go in vain. For the turn that Urvashi's life was about to take, even she didn't know!!
-----------------
That's all folks!
Let us take this ride through Urvashi's life...starting on the 10th March 2005.
Till then.....
God Bless!!
Wednesday, March 2
Excited to the extremes!
Woke up this morning pretty excited! There was a F1 Road parade happening here in Melbourne in wake of the Australian Grad Prix starting this week. For the first time the F1 cars were coming to the roads in the city touring around streets!!
And I am not working! Yaayyy!!
It meant that I could bunk a class at uni and run and see the cars.... and no railings between me and the cars to spoil the view. Just some road blocks... but not high enough to marr my enthusiasm. I am all smiles.! :D
I tried to take a few pictures... but you know how fast these cars are..and although my position was good, near a turn, so had a better coverage..but still. I even tried to make a few videos, and I think all they have is the LOUD LOUD *sweet* noise!!! :)
(Might upload one if its any good.)
While waiting for the cars to go past... I started chatting with this Oz chick next to me. When the first car whizzzzed past and everyone shrieked and yelled and clapped, she said,
"Man, what have we girls turned into? We are getting our kicks by looking at cars?!" :D
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Every one must have noticed, especially the dear Doddle-buddies that our beloved Doodle has DIED! And we have been orphaned...forced to look for new Chat-boards.
I am trialing the flooble-booble... whatever it is. Lets see if its any good. I wasted an hour or so on google and haven't found much choices.
Had dumped Taggie for Doodle and now Doodle has dumped me!
Very VERY frustrating indeed!!
When did we became soooo dependent on Doodle?
Why isn't there any board out there that comes close to Doodle's comparison?!
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Don't feel like going home................
*Strange!*
And I am not working! Yaayyy!!
It meant that I could bunk a class at uni and run and see the cars.... and no railings between me and the cars to spoil the view. Just some road blocks... but not high enough to marr my enthusiasm. I am all smiles.! :D
I tried to take a few pictures... but you know how fast these cars are..and although my position was good, near a turn, so had a better coverage..but still. I even tried to make a few videos, and I think all they have is the LOUD LOUD *sweet* noise!!! :)
(Might upload one if its any good.)
While waiting for the cars to go past... I started chatting with this Oz chick next to me. When the first car whizzzzed past and everyone shrieked and yelled and clapped, she said,
"Man, what have we girls turned into? We are getting our kicks by looking at cars?!" :D
------------------------------------------
Every one must have noticed, especially the dear Doddle-buddies that our beloved Doodle has DIED! And we have been orphaned...forced to look for new Chat-boards.
I am trialing the flooble-booble... whatever it is. Lets see if its any good. I wasted an hour or so on google and haven't found much choices.
Had dumped Taggie for Doodle and now Doodle has dumped me!
Very VERY frustrating indeed!!
When did we became soooo dependent on Doodle?
Why isn't there any board out there that comes close to Doodle's comparison?!
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Don't feel like going home................
*Strange!*
Tuesday, March 1
For feelings, thoughts and all those things!
Feelings that you feel,
that make this life so real.
Thoughts that you think,
that make long distance shrink.
Ideas you create,
that life may imitate.
Imaginations far and wide,
that make the days so bright.
Why do I say - 'I cant!'
when I haven't even tried.
Why do I tell a lie,
for my jury will decide.
You come and go this way,
and nothing I can say.
To tell you what I feel,
how this is just as real.
My feeling and my thoughts,
are bent towards that door.
And when you will walk in,
those ideas in within,
The imaginations running wild,
and cheers the inner child.
I will not say - 'I can't!'
For that will just not do.
I will not tell no lies,
cause I'm in love with you!
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My first poem - dedicated to 'Him'!
*blushing!*
that make this life so real.
Thoughts that you think,
that make long distance shrink.
Ideas you create,
that life may imitate.
Imaginations far and wide,
that make the days so bright.
Why do I say - 'I cant!'
when I haven't even tried.
Why do I tell a lie,
for my jury will decide.
You come and go this way,
and nothing I can say.
To tell you what I feel,
how this is just as real.
My feeling and my thoughts,
are bent towards that door.
And when you will walk in,
those ideas in within,
The imaginations running wild,
and cheers the inner child.
I will not say - 'I can't!'
For that will just not do.
I will not tell no lies,
cause I'm in love with you!
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My first poem - dedicated to 'Him'!
*blushing!*
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