Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

I was chatting with my school buddy in oregon today and she told me a sad news.

My Teacher in school passed away yesterday.

She was a great teacher and the best one I had ever known.

She enouraged the underdog to perform ,unlike most teachers who always prefer to teach those who are the A+ category students.

I remember she helped me through my crazy years between 14-16 when I was beaten up by a man and then mum and I were on the run.

I was also terrible in Maths and instead of making me feel worthless and a lame brain like others would do she encouraged me to excel and do better..

I did try my best.. when I cleared out of school and even managed to scrape pass marks in Maths she was so happy she congratulated me instead of trying to ignore it ..

I never knew a single student who had anything bad to say about her..

She was young with school going kids and I knew she was diagnosed with cancer and last I spoke to her maybe 2 years ago... Wish I had spoken to her once more..

God bless her and her family!

I am (unfortunately) watching some Rock of Love thing!

Lets see where and why do i find this "reality" fake show ridiculous?

Well lets say fake blonde's with fake boobs for one thing and oh dear me they all are "In love" with the man in show..

I mean yeah right.. i'd say I love you if you paid me a few millions & put me on TV.. but obviously I am dreaming green notes when I say 'love you' and make out.

and these folks try to make it look umm 'soulful and meaningful'

Those dreary (i feel like taking a tweezer and pluck my bikini line painful) meaningful conversations which bascially revolve around the Man staring at Women's boobs and woman trying to sound 'oh so intellegent and sincere'.

Plus the man is in a win win situation! gets to lay 2 blonde's all in the name of finding "his perfect woman"

Ooh and we have a stripper in the show who feels that she is doing the most intellectual job in the world..

sorry to be judgemental but someone tell VH1 to stop torturing people

God hated women i guess.. or loved too darned much in his twisted way..

* lazes in bed with beer*

Drat cant even take my soak.. oh wait I can * plans*

I feel it.. I have been cosntantly feeling sick and my body feels tired and i get tummy upsets and over all feel tired.

To me its stress taking its toll... since december I have (darn it) been under tremendous amount of stress.

My job on the line, no leave /break constant flying and jet lag and work pressures to meet deadlines and oh yeah no personal life..

Nothing.

I have to admit I slept with Monsieur again a few weeks ago.. I will not make any excuses.

I just wanted.. for a while to feel appreciated.

I now need a break .

Oh forgot to tell you all that just a week ago my brother got a call from some anonymous man threatning to kill/kidnap me.

I have no idea who he is or whats the reason for his threats but brother thinks its my EX's doing.

I just was so upset and Monsieur was there to help me and he did ask me loads of times if he was taking advantage but I know he wasnt. I was fully aware of my actions.

So today when speaking to my Mum and she was advising a break because she knows I have been feeling sick since January when I was in Madrid.

I felt like taking a break in a place close to Pune which is called "Silent Valley"

Its really really amazing place on a mountain near a lake.

Nothing but nature around the resort and not a single moving car ..

Infact the road to it is very rustic and bad because it hardly has any one but villagers.

I love the place .. its so beautiful..

Imagine waking up to lush green and a lake and you are on a mountain side and can actually see caves.

I want the break

Picture.. err no dont picture this.

I am in a bathtib with lilac bath salts .. Stella- beer not some woman, and Nachos!

Oh and a book "A thousand Splendid Suns"

Life feels a lot better and i feel relaxed.. aah!

Well it seems all the stress and tension and over work has now caught up with me 'cause am down with fever and have 3 weeks of non stop work in Nj and another 3 weeks in India without any scope of a sick leave.

Meno just called me and we had an amazing chat.

She is so vibrant even mopey old me felt chirpier after speaking with her.

*Love and kisses Meno*

You are an inspiration!

Its been like High tide and low tide.

I got a call from Hr stating they are doing a background check on me since they received a tip off that I have faked all documentation.

They also told me I should not expect much and start looking out for jobs, Monsieur was with me helping me pack up for my New Jersey trip.

I just broke down.( okay tried to control since I dont like to cry with audience )

Anyway, He was considerate and didnt look the least bit uncomfortable with me cryi ng truck loads.

Even got on call with some consultants to refer me to jobs and tried to make me laugh and snap out of the moping and work on something constructive.

So I landed at work when I should be packing spoke to the VP who had no idea this was being done and instantly called the head of HR to talk.

He reassured me things will be fine( I hope so)

Either way I am in New Jersey and here for 3 weeks and even after I go back they cant fire me since they will desperately need me for next 2 months atleast.

Over all I have time to search for new jobs!

PS: thank you Monsieur for being there

PS: I still bloody hell love you

Hey

This is an actual letter sent to Proctor and Gamble from Wendi Aarons, Austin, TX, regarding their feminine products. She really gets rolling after the first paragraph . . .

Dear Mr. Thatcher,

I have been a loyal user of your Always Maxi
Pads for over 20 years and I appreciate many of their features. Why,
without the LeakGuardCore(tm) or Dri-Weave(tm) absorbency, I'd probably never go horseback riding salsa dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up and down the beach in tight, white shorts. But my favorite feature has to be your revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic. I can't tell you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there's a little F-16 in my pants.

Have you ever had a period, Mr. Thatcher? Ever suffered from "the curse"? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my "time of the month" is starting right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to call "an inbred hillbilly with knife skills".

Isn't the human body amazing? As Brand Manager in the Feminine-hygiene Division, you've no doubt seen quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customers' monthly visits from "Aunt Flo". Therefore, you must know about the bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood swings, crying, and out-of-control behaviour. You surely realize it's a tough time for most women. In fact, only last week, my friend Jennifer fought the violent urge to shove her boyfriend's testicles into a George Foreman Grill just because he told her he thought Grey's Anatomy was written by drunken chimps. Crazy!

The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that America is just crawling with homicidal maniacs in Capri pants...which brings me to the reason for my letter.
Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi-pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words: "Have a Happy Period."

Are you f**king kidding me? Does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really think happiness - actual smiling, laughing happiness is possible during a period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well, did it, James? FYI, unless you're some kind of sick S&M freak, there will never be anything "happy" about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and Kahlua and lock yourself in your house just so you don't march down to the local Kmart armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your life in a blaze of glory.

For the love of God, pull your head out, man! If you just have to slap a moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's actually pertinent, like "Put Down the Hammer" or "Vehicular Manslaughter Is Wrong", or are you just picking on us?

Sir, please inform your Accounting Department that, effective immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your Flex-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your brand of condescending bull sh**. And that's a promise I will keep.
Best Always,
Wendi Aarons
Austin, TX

What better to deal with problems than drown yourself in work..

Drown i did.. infact so much that I am close to cracking now.

I work on stuff i ususally work on, rework some team members work, prepare stuff for a colleague, prepare documentation for boss, do quality evaluations, front end the clients and the list goes on and oh involved in training too..

Plus now I have one more project given to me and I need to study on that too since I am to fly to New jersey on 12th April 08.

I am exhausted!

I need a break but will probably work the weekend too