Attempt 1

I'm trying to save my blog, but trying to come up with a worthy post is always futile.

The only thing I can think of that's noteworthy (at least to me) is that Roman Payne is now my Facebook buddy!

Thoughts about life and family

I got back from Goa last night. I wasn't too sure about going but I was having a really great time, but I've been thinking a lot lately and realised a lot of important things about my life that I've been missing.

Like the fact that in less than 2 months, I've been on 11 long airplane rides and spent 38+ hours sitting in airplanes. I've spent roughly around 28 hours in cars and buses traveling to and from airports. All of these by myself.

And if I were to start about the time it takes to go through security checks in each airport, and the time it takes to just generally hang around and wait for your plane to land or to take off, or wait in the car stuck in traffic - I guess it might shock me how much time I actually spend on my own. And I actually complain about never having enough time on my own!

I talk a lot about how much I hate eating alone and how I never do. I never actually realised it but apparently, I've been eating 'by myself,' technically, quite a bit in the past few weeks. If I eat my lunch and dinner by myself but in a plane full of people, does it still count as eating alone?

I went to my friend's granddad's 78th year old birthday in Melbourne. That was anothing thing that sort of made me sad. It was a nice, warm family get-together - big dinner, aunts cooking, kids gorging themselves, good conversation around the dinner table...all the usual family things. I enjoyed myself, but it suddenly made me miss home and our own family dinner where we'll bring out the big pots and ladles and plates and do our own family thing.

The Mizoram trip home was good. My mother is the one person I miss all the time, and I am not even ashamed to admit this, because it's too precious to be ashamed about. These days when I go home, I only sleep with my mom. I'll get my little cousin, and we all sleep together, and talk and laugh late into the night. And there is nothing in the world better than that. Nothing.

But it bothers me that I don't talk enough with my dad. In a year, if I count all the hours I spend with my dad, it won't even make a day. I've spent more time chatting with Taxi drivers - loving fathers talking about their families, how many kids they have, what kind of future they envision for their kids, but I haven't had the time to spend enough time with my own father.

I mean, if I can talk all day to a random man I met on some lonely beach about my fears and insecurities and what about dying scares me, and what in my life hurts, and what makes me proud or happy - all with a total stranger from a different continent - why can't I with my own dad? What if I die tomorrow? Or what if he dies tomorrow? It would be so painful I wouldn't know how to deal with something like that.

I don't know what the solution is, but this is partly why I packed my bags and left Goa and my friends last night. It's not that easy - they're there having fun and I make this trip to the airport alone to leave it all and go home on my own. But I don't care. I miss Mizoram just too much right now to care too much about Goa or the rest of the world.

I'll try to be a better daughter. I'll try to spend more time with the people that are closest to me. Even if it means working less, or cutting back on the fun.

(I did get some amazing pictures in Goa. Actually very excited to post about those. Will share as soon as I upload.)

Back once again

Back again. That's all I've ever been doing in the last few months. I'm always back from somewhere, but I'm never 'there.' Because I don't know where 'there' is.

Well, anyway, a 3 week vacation is enough to kill all sense of duty I have toward work. And it's the traveling that gets to me a bit too, it was the Bangkok - Sydney - Melbourne trip, and back to my one and half CRAZY hectic week in Hyderbad to quickly wrap things up before I head for home, and then the 3 weeks of peace and rest in Mizoram, and then to be thrust back into all of these... And then I will be off for my yearly Goa trip next week. And then make plans for Christmas...

And then after that, I will be still. I will stay in one place, and make sure I have enough time to read, to write, and to think. I will force myself to work less, and pray more. I will fall, and more importantly, stay in love. But then, that'd be so boring.

Anyway, my main reason for taking the Mizoram trip so soon after the Sydney trip was this - Yep! My sister had a little baby boy, and I wanted to be around for it. He is sooooo beautiful it's nothing like having a brother or a sister or anything else (does that make sense?). I couldn't stay away from him, even when I had to go out for dinner with relatives, I couldn't help but rush back home as soon as dinner is over because I couldn't wait to hold him. His name is Jonathan Malsawmsanga. I picked Jonathan, Hebrew for God has given/gift of God, and after Shirley's favorite Biblical character - Jonathan, Saul's son, King David's brave and loyal friend.

Up for some Nepali sex, anyone?

Omg! I have to blog about this right now. It's friggin hilarious!

Okay so I was just casually browsing through my blog traffic stats, and I noticed that there were like TONS of leads from the search term 'Nepali sex.' I ignored the first few ones but after seeing it page after page, I became curious and clicked on one of the leads to see how users get to my blog by searching on 'Nepali sex' - content which my blog definitely doesn't have. It took me to some Indian porn site (?) and look at what I found on the site!
(Amateurishly blotting out the graphic details. I intend to keep this blog family safe!)

Did you see it? (In case you didn't, here it is again)
I think we need a close up..
HAHAHA! Looks familiar? Terribly striking resemblance to my friends from my When people start changing post don't you think? :P

I'm so dead. But I'll worry about that later after I finish laughing!

(Contacting the site owners immediately about removing it from there. Immediately meaning immediately after everyone have seen it :))

Want an Apple iMac?

I was trying to pick out a gift for someone on an online electronics site, boring right? But nothing's ever really boring on the internet, it always gives you something to laugh about even when you least expect it.

See something amiss?
In case you missed it even after clicking on it, here's a close up:

:)

I'm so buying this iMac!

Some pics - Google Australia office

Someone told me that the way I always refer to my office as 'The Bakery' or the mine makes me sound cagey and even almost ashamed of where I work. Well, just to proof that I am a very, very open individual who isn't afraid to call my workplace 'my office,' I will post 'real' pictures of the bake.. err.. my office. It's a pretty darned cool office as you can see :) (And now I'm sure I will be accused of just lounging around doing nothing at all all day!)
The amazing view!And I also eat cupcakes all day long in order to enhance the lounging experience :)

Try this if you consider yourself smart

We had a big word we tried to play smart with and decipher and unravel without external help today but we're still nowhere and I'd like to see what you all think. Well it's a pretty average word, just too big for Macavity (whose only experience with Etymology was contemplating taking it up in college) and me (who recently read an Etymology for beginners type of book, and is still only halfway through).

I was looking at Larry Brilliant's Twitter page, which had this:

• Name Larry Brilliant
• Location San Francisco
• Bio Philanthropedemiologist, President, Skoll Urgent Threats Fund; advisor to Jeff Skoll and Google

I immediately shot off an email to my friends saying this:

"What's a Philanthropedemiologist? What is Skoll Urgent Threats Fund?"

Of course, Macavity being the literary genius that she is responded immediately with this:

"My guess is a demi (half) specialist in the philanthropic realm of feet (or children). And this is biological in nature.

Regarding the Skoll Urgent Threats Fund - I think there's this guy called Skoll who is constantly being tormented by danger and terrible threats that come in times of least expectation. Brilliant I think supports his cause. More so since he is also a lover of man."

Of course, being the half-taught expert Etymologist that I am, I had to reply with this:

"So, a half specialist in children's feet?? I might think - philan from phile = love, and anthrope from anthropos = man, logist from logos = study, lover of mankind and ...someone who studied edemio, whatever edemio is."

(Quite makeshift, but not all that bad you have to admit :P)

Macavity faithfully followed with this response:

"I can't even find any definition for it on Google. Edemio. Could be the study of skin? Or demons?"

Since my friend had resorted to Google, I thought I'd follow suit and sent Macavity what I found:

"If you search for 'edemiologist' or 'edemiology' there seems to be scientist type people validly using it, but there is no wiki page or a dictionary type page for it. It has to do with some disease I believe. The closest I could get to was 'Edema' - some sort of medical condition where tissues swell up. And if I borrow the 'PE' from my previous 'Anthrope' - I would agree with you on the foot part becauyse then we'd have 'pede' - so when it comes to pedemiologist, does that mean a specialist in the swelling of the feet??"

Macavity's response to this:

"I'd be concerned if Larry Brilliant was a specialist in the swelling of feet. Is that what it takes to be a recognised Google person? Not so much the showcasing yourself - as much as showcasing yourself in swollen feet."

And I had nothing better to add so there ended this deep conversation. Perhaps you can do a better job?