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Breaking News– Scratch for the Soul is blog of the day on ‘Fuel My Blog’.
Although I have been blogging for just four months but it feels that it’s been ages now that I have been in the process. My special thanks to Kevin and Sylvie for giving me this honour and most of all Michael for recommending my blog. I want to thank my mummy, my papa, my neighbours, their pets, pets’ friends, a bra, a box, a diary… Sniff!! Sniff!! the preist, LOL cats, eggs, rotten tomatoes, and everyone who has been a part of my bags. Sniff!!
I have thrown a little party and all of you are invited. Everyone will get plates, forks, knives, and caps.
And ze cake. Uh oh!! Rush! someone is already eating it.
7a.m. Wake up! Yawn!! Switch On Lappy Top
Check Official site. There are only queries and queries. Have they lost it, they are asking me queries at 7 .15 a.m. in morning? …Procrastinate.
7.30 Upload stuff, check website for the unwanted promotions. Delete Delete. Buzz Off!!
It’s already 8 a.m Huh!! Get out of bed. Brush, prepare tea, pick lappy top and back to work.
Start researching for an article for Donkey Blog. Errrmmm… subscription problem- fix, Comments not moderated – moderate. Try to add donkey header- no avail. Eeeks!!! It’s 9.30 ! Start researching again.
Dammit! It’s time to take bath.
11.am. Open Daddy Papersufer. Leave comment. He asking what is the back of a knee called. Brain Dead! No Answer. No comment. Fuel.
Start researching for Donkey Blog again. Open Drowsey Monkey in another tab. Ohh!! She and Olga are running a competition. Write a dirty comment. Leave.
Errmmm …research and no blogging. Huh!! What is Margaret doing in New York? Oh!! She has added another article. Don’t read till you complete research. Research….
It’s already 2 p.m. What? Lunch time. 2p.m.-3.30p.m. lunch.
Back to Lappy Top! Open Official website. Glace, everything seems alright so far! Ehh!! I had to fave blogs on technorati. Add blogs to technorati. Update profile, no time to add piccyy , check more blogs. Dianne is back from her holiday. Leave comment on her blog.
I promised Fracas that I’ll add Fraccers in my Scratch Roll. Add and leave a comment in her Flaunt section.
Darn!! I have to write an article now. The research material is there. Let me first check MyBlogLog. Oohh!! There is this Digg Button that I have never used. Update profile, check how to use this silly button. Huh!! Lost it. Freaks!!! It’s 5 p.m.
No blogging. Only article. Okay, dedicatedly write an article till 6.15 and upload till 6.30. So far, so good. Tea time
7 p.m back to Lappy Top. Check Donkey Blog. No ass has left a comment. Never Mind! It’s just 3 days. Solve queries on website. I should check what JD is doing. Yeah!! She is was talking about coffee. I love coffee. Leave a quick comment.
Mental note- Check Jay, 70s and Michael before the day ends. Aww!! Rev is sad. Leave hugs for him. (Google Reader is open permanently)
Sigh!! Dammitt!! The stats of my blog are not working. Open wordpress forums, search search.
Mom (calling)- “Scratchy it’s dinner time. “
Me- “Coming Mom!!”
Close Laptop. Dinner and chit chat with family.
Back to room by 9.30 Check the stats thingy again. Need to add plugin, add it, looks fine, edit details. Open FMB, Quick fuel for all.
Oh Scratcher’s time. Login to chat…open rest of the websites. Solve queries, add updates. Chit chat with him for …eeerrrmm.. 2 hours.. 3 hours. Make more plans. He wants to open another website, which means more work. Keep reading stuff in different tabs while he types. Damn!!
Stop chatting, I need to work! Ummm…1 a.m. ! I think I’ll work tomorrow. Yawn! Good Night!
No doubt I have lost my marbles!!
I have been incredibly busy from past 10-12 days setting up a new official website but because of overwork my hand has got swollen, and I have to stop working for a while. I had not updated this blog from many days so I thought I’d write something today with my crippled hand, and then take some rest later on. Amidst these long working hours, music, Google Reader, and small chit chat with friends had been my only sources of entertainment. The other day my friend, Porshea, was telling me about her Pomeranian dog, Tuffy, whom they would have to hand over to someone because they were shifting their base. Although I can totally empathise with her sad situation about leaving Tuffy behind but I couldn’t stop myself from laughing remembering the incidents that took place when we took Tuffy for a vaccination last year.
One of my friends, Judy, works in a Radio station as Marketing Manager. Work apart, the best part about her job is that she gets free vouchers from big brands ranging from books, clothes, cosmetics, resorts, flowers, coffee shops, dance classes, confectioneries, salons, pubs etc. Also, the number of vouchers that she gets is so high that she keeps distributing them among us (we are three close friends). So, whenever she tells us that she is planning to leave her job, we start our chore of convincing her that she would always regret taking such decision. So far we have always passed the test of convincing her that she has the best job in the world, and she couldn’t ask for more. And as Luren Weissberger said in The Devil Wears Prada,’ the job, a million girls would die for.’ Ha! Once, Judy gave me and Porshea a voucher each of a five star hair saloon, Habib’s, considered as one of the best in India. The amount of each voucher was good enough to get other treatments such as hair massage or steaming apart from the famous haircut. Obviously we were elated, and we had fixed a Sunday appointment at Habib’s South Extension outlet along with an appointment for Tuffy to get its vaccination at a nearby vet clinic. We didn’t bother to read the ‘terms and conditions’ written in fine print at the back of voucher. As it is it was Habib’s, with a nation wide reach. How could anything go wrong? After the lunch on hot Sunday afternoon, we got ourselves dressed, Porshea quickly brushed Tuffy’s hair, and we left along with the happy looking pup wriggling its tail. The itinerary was all planned. Drop Tuffy at a friend’s place, get a haircut, get the pup vaccinated, pick up takeaway for the dinner, and come back home flaunting much-to-the-envy-of-others haircut.
After dropping Tuffy at friend’s, we proudly walked at the salon and asked for the haircut without mentioning that we had a free voucher, which means that we would pay them nothing after they would adorn our looks. Smart Asses, huh? Both Porshea and I were quietly preening at our intelligence. We got our haircuts according to our face types, and we looked pretty and took a sense of pride looking ourselves in the mirror. We had decided to get the haircut as of now, and exhaust the rest of the voucher money some other time. We said thanks to our respective hairdressers, and headed to the payment counter. We were presented the bill and in return, we gave our vouchers adorning our never-to-die smiles. The lady at the counter checked the vouchers and sweetly said,” Ma’m, this voucher is valid at the Greater Kailash outlet, and not at this one. It is clearly mentioned at the back of the voucher.”
Boink Boink Boink!
What? Are you kidding us? Fuck it! $20 for a haircut? We have never had a haircut for more than $3 ever , you mad woman! We are students and not the high-profile-kitty- party-aunties! We cannot pay this much. Dammit! These were the only thoughts that surrounded our mind, and we went blank for a few seconds.
Porshea and I didn’t even looked at each other and let the strings of our purse loose to pay the bill. The never-to-die smile was dead by then, and it with DUMB engraved (in bold letters) on our faces, we paid $20. We came out sulking-grumbling, and decided not to get a haircut for next 4 months atleast. The first thing was to call Judy and put all the blame on her for not telling us clearly about the ‘terms and conditions’ of the voucher. Silly woman! She almost spat her drink on her boyfriend’s face after listening to our cribbing , and consoled us by saying that atleast we got a haircut form Habib’s. Yeah baby!
Next Post– Tuffy’s Story
I am a movie buff but when it comes to relating myself with a character of a movie, I relate with none. But this meme where I was NOT tagged by Jay, asks me to relate myself with a movie character and make a movie of my life. Here are the rules….. as always:-
If you had to select celebrities/actors to play the parts in the story of your life today (including yourself!), who would it be and why – this can be based on looks or personality.
The Rules –
1. List the people who would play you, and the key people in your life.
2. Give credit to the person who tagged you.
3. Link your answers to the original blog, that’s here at iRamble.
4. Tag four new people to participate.
Now this was pretty tough for me until I visited Speedy’s blog. You have to check out his NOT Tagged Meme; I found it extremely intelligent. He actually forced me to think out of the box. I would have been tad difficult for me to pick up the movie characters and fit in movie of my life. I’d rather think of a whole family and fit them accordingly.
And when I think of Family, I think of Family Guy . So, mine would be a Cartoon Movie.
We are four members in our family- Dad, Mom, My Bother and Me! We have included the street dog, whom my mom loves a lot, in this picture. Its standards are raising, it was demanding wine, and my mom was convincing dad that we can serve him atleast one glass a day. Darn! The little kid in the picture is the one from neighbourhood; I am suspecting mom as to why was she so keen on getting him clicked with us. I dislike him totally so, may be he can play a role of villain in the movie.
And how can I forget Scratcher? Without him my movie would be incomplete. So here’s an uncensored picture of Us.
Dad– Head of the family, has a big paunch, a simple man, whose favourite pastime is to watch television. Am quite sure he must have told my mom the same thing what Peter (dad in Family Guy) told his wife once “Remember what I always tell you, if I come home in the middle of the day and catch you having sex with someone, I’ll kill you both”. Dad seems to find it frustrating when he is ‘wrong’ while Mom is ‘right’ about issues all the time.
Mom– Loves kids, and street dogs. She serves street dogs atleast twice a day with good meals, and mostly gets tickling gits in evening to distribute sweets. She is a stay-at-home lady who can be really nasty at times, and can be the cuddliest at the next instance. She is famous among the neighbourhood kids and one of the best home makers I have known so far. Her habit of keeping things extra-clean gets on to my nerves at times.
Brother- Totally opposite of Chris’s character, who is obese and unintelligent, in Family guy. Bro is an eye candy for women in town, has an detailed knowledge about actors, movies and music. In one of the episodes of Family guy it was mentioned that Chris was born as an accident due to a broken condom, I wonder whether same happened with my brother as well.
Scratcher- Mathematician at heart, loves me a lot…although I think that he loves maths more than me. A movie buff, bibliomaniac, rocker, a walking-talking dictionary, and can fight like nobody’s business. His character reminds me of Russell Crowe from A Beautiful Mind though but I’ll stick to Family Guy’s family.
Me– The only character I have related myself with is Dagny Taggart’s from the book Atlas Shrugged. It is played by Angelina Jolie in the movie. I wish I had a sexy pout like her. I wish! Am oldest child in my family, have a short temper, always whine about my weight, wear specs, so somewhere I would fit in the character of Megan, the daughter in Family Guy.
The dog and the kid would have very sidey roles in the movie until my mom really goes to an extent of protesting about it. The kid would always be playing pranks and disturbing my life, and the dog would be a talking dog, whose language would be understood only by my mom.
I’ll take some time to decide the plot of the movie. That’s all for now!
This was darn tough! But Hey! I did it. Now, Dance, Dance, Drop Your Pants!