My 2005

Highlights of the year:
- A good year at work
Got a secondment to a clients office/got promoted

- Had the best holiday backpacking around Thailand
- Got a tattoo :)

- People have walked back into my life:
Met someone I used to go to nursery school with after 16 years! was a pleasant surprise
Met a dear friend after 10 years, was more than a pleasant surprise.
Cleared the air with a close friend; after 4 years we are back in contact

- My brother started confiding in me
- Danced atleast 3 times more than last year
- 4 of my close friends got married
- We bought a new sofa (after 8 years! :) and it is the cosiest sofa ever!
- Started meditating again
- I started blogging :)

Low-lights of the year:
- Did'nt get a visa to Costa Rica (bloody Indian passport)
- My best friend at work left the company (but he remains my best friend :))
- I haven't gotten any better at dancing
- Haven't read any good books (I am still half way through 6!)

All in all a great year, can't believe it's over though. Looking forward to 2006.

69 and rocking !

She is 69, teethless and has made it onto MTV. Just awesome.

Video granny a screen sensation

From: Sydney Morning Herald

"A 69-year-old grandmother in the US has become the heroine of young video-game fans and the star of a web log created by her grandson. Barbara St Hilaire plays video games 10 hours a day and spends a good part of her Social Security cheque on games."

Haven't seen a blog purely dedicated to a family member, that too an old and senile one! What a great tribute from a grandson. And this is excellent, a clip that MTV ran on her.

Xmas at the airport

Normally you would cringe at the thought of being at the airport on an occassion like Xmas, well at least normal people would :) But in Dubai, where else can you get a cup of hot chocolate and whipped cream at 4am!?

Alive and kicking post all the bars/restuarants having closed at 3am; Hardees, Eppco or Al Mallah did'nt quite fit the bill. Yes dear readers, my Xmas this year was at Costa Coffee at Dubai airport arrival lounge. And it could'nt have been better. With my dearest friend in Dubai, we watched people at the airport scurrying off to catch their flight, watched planes steer their way to the runway, and talked about our lives. How the year(s) have flown by and what we hope next year will hold for us. I think we missed sunrise by about half an hour.

A random, deep and meaningful post salsa, mohitos and beer. Definitly one of my best Xmas eves.

Blast from the past?

Web Sites Let Users Send E-Mail to Future:

"NEW YORK - In the year 2009, on the 25th of April, a man named Greg is supposed to get an e-mail. The e-mail will remind Greg that he is his best friend and worst enemy, that he once dated a woman named Michelle, and that he planned to major in computer science. "

Isn't this as good as keeping a diary and opening it 10 years later? Why do I need to send an email to myself ?

However, this would be good for sweet revenge. To send to people you think do not deserve to forget what jerks they have been. Like: " You sorry sonofabitch I can't believe you were capable of treating my sister like a doormat! " Odds are you probably wont be in their lives when they get this - but this future message would be an unexpected (so effective) blast from the past. OR if you want to confess/admit to something you NEVER would otherwise: "I have always wanted to have your children!" by the time the person gets this, you would probably be married with kids or in a land far far away so you would'nt die with embarrasament should you ever bump into that person!

Ok, silly. I might just do this so I can update my blog 10 years down the line with first hand experience of my 'time capsule'.

It seems like such a simple concept though. Birthday reminders have used this technologyfor ages! doesnt take much to make the news these days does it.

Man with a million moves

Yesterday I had the privilege of dancing with non other than UK salsa king Super Mario. Even though I have been dancing for almost 3 years now, I'm not really into or familiar with the salsa celebrity/champions scene (I'm not really bothered) . I have done lessons with alot of them though including Leon Rose, Susana Montero, Iris De-Brito, Raphael and Janet, Nunno and Vanda - thanks to the guys in Dubai who take the trouble to fly these guys down for workshops. Doing workshops is one thing, and dancing with the workshop teachers is another. My confidence has always been shot point blank on dancing with these hot shots. Even when I went to Cuba last year - they are so damn good you just want to bury yourself .
However, Super Mario was a different story. I think his workshop was the best I can remember.

And when I danced with him - his lead was the smoothest possible, it was all his technique. I was doing all these shockingly complicated moves with such ease. Was like magic! And to top it all, he was a nice guy. No airs, very approachable.

And, what do you know - he is Indian! An accountant from Madras. How cool.

Whats with the boots?

Today to the office I wore my long pink corduroy skirt, black long sleeve top. A combination I have worn a gazellion times; no-one has ever had comment. TODAY, only difference - I have worn boots. Long, black knee length boots. And almost every person I have met today has had something to say about the way I look. People who normally dont even look at me, decided to not only look, but comment. All rather nice I must say.

Guys, please enlighten: what is the deal when women wear boots? Is it a rear sight? do boots turn you on? Do you think its too hot for me to wear boots? afterall I can only wear them in Dubai for a whole 3 days in a year! What is it what is it what is it?! I'm not showing skin, I have no make up on. Its definitly the boots.

NB: Incase you think you can say what you want in cheeky comment to this post, think again - I'm moderating :)

Bangalore to Bengaluru!??

All the best to my friends from the town of boiled beans.

From BBC:

Bangalore accounts for a third of India's software and outsourcing exports, is India's hi-tech capital and it may soon get a new name that is a variation of the original, meaning "the town of boiled beans. "

Love can't get more unconditional than this

From Red Orbit:
Dog Gets 'Mouth-To-Snout' Resuscitation

SALEM, Mass. - A firefighter stretched the bounds of duty by administering mouth-to-mouth resuscitation to save a dog caught in a fire. Pixie, a 12-pound terrier crossbreed, was not breathing Tuesday when firefighters pulled her from a Salem home filled with smoke and flames.

Technology for the sake of it?

Tesco in the UK will launch musical sandwiches this week with the aim of helping those who eat at their desks, relax. So you buy this sandwhich from Tesco and when you open the box, music plays.

Please. I can't think of anything more annoying. I can't imagine this being done basis research, because I cannot imagine any sane person actually saying they would appreciate music coming from their lunch. Such a desperate PR tactic.

Tango talk

A bunch of us salseros went to support salsero-turn-tango dancers at Dubai's first ever tango gala dinner. A black tie event, kisses in the air, over 20 performances, good food and wine; was quite the la-di-daa affair :) but all in all, good fun. After watching pro's seduce the audience with their ever so intense movements for atleast an hour, I kinda started feeling a bit intense myself.
Tango is an extremely passionate and intimate dance. A form of movement where you can see the woman completely giving in to the man. Its almost a portrayal of the ultimate depth of passion coupled with surrender and respect at the same time. And while the woman most definitly steals the show with her oh so sensual moves, the man stands rigid and strong - completely focusing on the woman, as if she was the only woman in the universe - and she was his. Was quite impressive.

All a bit too serious for me though. I mean, even a smirk on the tango dancers did'nt seem right, let alone a smile. I also had difficulty listening to the music. Was a bit like jazz. No beginning, no end and no rhythm.

I did have the previlege of dancing with the Columbian tango champion though, a few days ago when he came to a salsa party - I did'nt know who he was at the time. And I really enjoyed dancing with him. I remember thinking, hmm very strong and close hold lead with hardly any turns; now I know why!

I think I'm going to stick to salsa. It's way too much fun and I'm not sure I could keep a straight face on the dance floor!

Staying secret

Do you have a secret blog? or site?. If so why?
Is it because you are more comfortable voicing your opinion when people do not know who you are? Or because you have some dirty desires you want to express anonymously? :) Is it an adrenalin rush to be a mystery or moonlight?

Or you live in Dubai and are worried that what you have written might be monitored, and then you might land up in jail. I was talking about this to someone and he said he would'nt be surprised if the the UAE blogging community has been infiltrated by the CID so that Dubai authorities can keep a tab on what people are saying and doing in Dubai.

Moryarti, any thoughts? :)

And realisation dawns

You know how sometimes you are asked a very generic yet simple question, usually personal - like 'whats your favourite colour' or 'which is your favourite place in the world'?.. to which you think there really is no one answer for you; and then all of a sudden the day comes and you know 100% what the answer is ...and yes there is only one answer?

Well today I got my definite, 100% answer to a very commonly asked question "what is your favourite food?" ITS THAI.

Until today, I would say..'ahh I like all sorts of food..Thai, Italian, Chinese, Ethiopian, Indian, English, Moroccan etc etc..' because I do! - BUT I now realise my favourite food is Thai.

How did I come to that conclusion you may ask. Well, this week, I have eaten Thai all week and savoured every bite of my meals. Today I realised I could eat Thai every day. Its healthy, light, spicy and soooo utterly delicious. And when cooked properly - if you close your eyes while eating, just the smell of it can take you back to the streets of Bankok or Phi Phi island. *sigh*

Maybe my mind is getting clearer because I have resumed meditating. Maybe I've just been too hungry, maybe I need to go back to Thailand- OR maybe I just need a holiday.

On a more serious note: strange how knowing something so silly about yourself with 100% clarity can make you feel so good. (?) Maybe I am beginning to see things as they really are.

Hmm.

Abu Dhabi Latin Festival

We all went to the Abu Dhabi Latin Festival last night and boy did it rock. 4000 people and over 30 musicians from the Latin American bands Raza Latina and Conjunto Massali played some great salsa, cha-cha and merengue tunes till the wee hours of the morning. This year they even had a dance floor! (it had slipped their mind last year)

We danced and danced and most of us girls cut our feet on the very rough and uneven dancefloor - but hey, who cares! There were alot of us salseras/salseros there, however there were alot of random people there, who were definitly enjoying the latin beats - but didnt realise that they could get off the dance floor if they just wanted to stand and watch. There is nothing more annoying than having to dance between people standing still, refusing to budge. You would have thought after being hit a few times by the dancers they would move out of the way. But no. So here we were ignoring the pain of our blistered feet and there were others ignoring the pain of getting whacked. Twas very amusing to say the least.

Oh and there were also those who would be walking up and down the dancefloor as if it was a walkathon, and those who would want to take a picture with their entire joint family in the centre of the dance floor.
Please note, I am not complaining (I had too good a time to complain), just sharing an observation on which I hope some non-dancers can enlighten me.

Anyway, all in all it was a night of great energy. It was super to get to dance to such great bands under the stars, took us away from everything for those few hours. Always wondered why Dubai doesn't have these sort of nights.

Irresistable

The one thing I have absolutely no control or discipline over is my consumption of Nutella.
Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Breakfast, lunch, tea, dinner, sleep, full stomach - there is always room for Nutella. My mum bought us a double jar of it the other day. It has already been licked clean.

For some absurd reason I felt it had some sort of nutritional value. So having just consumed two slices of bread with a few layers of this divine spread, I thought I should atleast know how good (or not) it is for me. AND, to my delight - it is not AS terrible as I thought it might be. Nothing a few good runs can't get rid of.

NB: If you have never tried Nutella, you dont know what you are missing!

Great picture

Found this on the Sydney Morning Herald. A classic picture that encapsulates traditional India. Exactly what foreigners appreciate and sometimes we don't.

Made me think about being an NRI and how sometimes we forget where we really come from. This picture is so close to the heart, but so far away at the same time.

Yes, it has been too long since I went to India.

Cloud Fetish

Whoever said creativity and imagination is lost. Check out two clouds salsa-dancing!(?)

Cloud-spotters, cloud-poets, cloud-artists and cloud-activists. Talk about clouds turning people on. Wow. The world is full of surprises.

(NB: I have no idea how I rocked onto this page!)

Not Madonna!

The last person you could ever imagine plagiarising!

I'm not alone

Dont you just love it when you find an article online that 'speaks' to you? as if its a sign or something.

Its that time of the year when all clients want to finish their budgets and they have a whole month to do so. Hell runs lose, expectations soar, the word ' swamped' gets new meaning and you sit at home on your day off with a big question mark; whats all this worth? and whats the point anyway? If you work too hard, there are ball-ups, if you don't, you are left behind. Its a lose lose situation that is not fun to be in.

This article in the Sydney Morning Herald today did make me smile and realise I'm not alone. And today I was too tired to even watch TV.

Don't you just love pics like this!

In the wadi's of Ras Al Khaimah.

Another day in paradise

87,000 people dead in Pakistan, bomblasts had just happened in Jordan, and I was at a Phil Collins concert. Almost felt guilty being at the concert. Consoled myself by saying life is too short, must enjoy it while I am lucky enough too.

To all those who thought I was a sad person going to a Phil Collins concert, screw you - it was excellent. Infact, the best I have been to so far. As humans, we love to criticise - however at this concert, stage, lights, sound, production - everything was outstanding. And, there were'nt even lines to go to the loo! With 15,000 people at the venue - managing a no hiccups concert I think was a job well done, good going Mirage Promotions. Talent Brokers, I hope you were there to see how a good concert is managed.

Now, coming Phil Collins..what a performer!I did'nt realise an artist can sound so good live- for over 2 hours, non-stop. Like, wow - better than what he sounds on CD! He came with a full fledge troupe, guitarists, sax players, exceptionally background singers..and him on the drums! Actually..I take that back - Phil Collins solo on the drums was'nt that hot, not quite sure what he was doing, but he was great in a medley with two of his drummers and super on the drums when he sang ' I can feel it in the air tonight'. Oh..and he began the concert by welcoming everyone in Arabic, not just an Ahlan or Marhabba, but a whole para...which I thought was quite cool.

And I sang, and sang and sang and clapped and sang to all his numbers. Yes he is mainstream, yes his songs are soppy and cheesy...but they are also feel good songs and I really enjoyed every one of them. His energy on stage rocked - being over 55, hats off to him. Yes I would go watch him again.

Your existence captured in art

When I heard of this concept, I thought it was really cool - getting your DNA put into a piece of art that you can hang on the wall. But when I saw what comes of it - not that hot. Having what I am made of reflected in the form of multicolour retangular columns, hardly says anything about who I am. Would be cooler if it took some random design or form. Anyway, would still be cool when asked ' whats that on the wall? -- "oh thats my DNA".. :) Not sure if I would pay $400 for it though.

Looking deeper into it....perhaps this is some under cover operation of the FBI, or worse the US government to begin getting samples of human DNA through which they would ultimately be able to conquer the world!

Ok will not elaborate on that thought.

Trick or Treat?

Yesterday while I was in traffic (bored and bored), I sent a few people an sms saying 'Trick or Treat"? Immediatley I started getting responses, so I landed up sending it to almost 25 people I know, around the world.

A few said 'Treat' and a few said 'Trick,' some said BOTH!, God alone knows what they expected I'd do in return through the phone!? Some decided to share life changing news with me in reponse: "I've had a baby", "I'm engaged "...(!) and one of my friends said she'd kick my ass if I didnt pass by her house for Diwali (?). Then there were the philosophical types " a good trick can be a good treat" and "no tricks when I treat you..(?)".
Also, a few phone calls were immediate, as if they were thinking "oh my gosh what is she asking us? lets call!" and then a few decided to ask me if I was knocking on any doors that night. *sigh*..all in all a very entertaining dimension to trick- or-treat-ing on my halloween evening.

Maradona - the 'Fidelista'

Maradona's interview of Castro I'd like to see. When was the last time a sport celebrity interviewed such a strong political figure? In Maradona's visit to Castro in 2001 they talked about how to dribble a ball and Maradona's tattoo of Fidel's face.
What will they talk about this time for an audience?

Its the Mars effect

The last few days have been a set of small disasters, not significant to anything or anyone around - but to me. Thursday night I had a flat tyre on the way to dinner, then my foot got stuck in the contruction outside the place I was going for dinner. Was late by an hour. I love Fondue, but our dinner that night was oil cooked in Fondue, rather than the other way around.
Friday I slept all day, fought with my dad and my brother. Saturday, damage control day for clients, 6 phone calls managing moods - the most I've had for a while. Then! I went shopping. Came home, tried on my new shirt - ripped off the label that caused a huge hole in the back of my new shirt. The base of my heel came off as I left home, and the friend I was supposed to meet cancelled when I was on my way to see him. Later, to cheer myself up I went dancing and my shoes decided to scrape off the skin on my feet, leaving me having to limp home. *sigh*.

To say thats not all, I burnt my skirt this morning as I was ironing it for work. I'm blaming it on Mars. Considering my last few days I am surprisingly calm though. Must be my meditation that I'm trying to keep up with. Must be that dance I had before my feet gave way. OR MAYBE I have the 'anti-Mars' strength or something (!?). Don't know.

Anyway, coming to the point :) Am not a staunch believer in astrology, I do enjoy reading my stars every morning though. So when this whole hoo haa of Mars coming so close to the earth began, my curiousity to its effect on the Earth began. Not really finding anything concrete (as it always is with astrology) I did find this article that kind of put to bed what I wanted to know.

That phase

"There are so many people who get up in the morning with a vacant feeling, with no enthusiasm for life," - Vikram Hazra, The Tribune, Chandigarh.

This kind of sums up what I have been feeling the last couple of weeks. To be clearer, I do have a great enthusiasm for life, but I feel not for the things that matter.

Us 'suits' in corporate jobs that reap profits know that what we do is meaningless and shallow; just another means to an end. Earning money to live life to the fullest. But do we? what is living life to the fullest? Working your ass off and earning well to have a nice house, a car, a mobile phone; to be able to travel in time off, to be able to afford nice dinners, clothes and entries to nightclubs - ughhhhh, this is not it.

My recent encounter with a very old friend, Vikram Hazra, I think kind of made me put my thinking cap on. Ex-engineer/journalist today spends his life travelling cross-continent helping people. "..Make rural society self-sufficient and empowered. Giving lessons in organic farming, educating villagers and providing health service." Establishing schools, leading the Youth Leadership Training Programme in West Bengal that targets the educated unemployed youth, spreading smiles and reinforcing faith to those lost. And, he is the happiest and most contented person (seemingly), I have met in a looooooong time. And he radiates his joy.

It is so refreshing to meet people like Vikram once in a while. Since he is a friend, his life has a significant impact on me.

Yes I am at that phase where I am feeling hollow and shallow and worthless about my life. Not depressed, just empty. I'm doing extremely well at my job, am called a 'natural' at PR especially because of my gift of the gab (aka being able to talk rubbish). But whats the point?
I have always known that there is alot more to life. But recently it has been hitting me more than usual. What am I doing about it? Nothing. Which just makes it worse.

I am in that 'I want to make a difference' phase. Surely my gift of the gab can be put to better use. Don't laugh and scoff or roll your eyes. Guess I should only continue to blog on this once I've done something about it.

Moon for sale

I saw this on Aaj Tak yesterday..for approx. US$20 you can buy an acre of land on the moon.
A Lunar Constitution and Bill of Rights for the Moon has been introduced by a certain Mr.Hope, who is the Director of the Lunar Embassy.

He has also managed a declaration of ownership that was filed with the United Nations, as well as the US and Russian governments to ensure that in fact, a legal basis for the ownership of the properties sold here can be claimed. The picture here shows what part of the moon is still availale to buy.

Thats not all, if you are interested in building a city on the moon - a group of people can buy a city for a mere US$55,000.

Maybe the moon is where we need to be investing. Surely in the future the cost to go to the moon will be less than US$900 million. (!!)

Do our names have a subliminal effect on our personalities?

The sad person that I am, I have just spent the last hour on this anagram website, finding anagrams for people I know. Shockingly, at least 80% of the time the anagram has reflected the nature of the person in one way or another. I don't want to give you examples - some are a bit too true and harsh to be revealed here.
However, the same kinda holds true from famous people: George Bush gives "He bugs Gore", Gwenyth Paltrow gives "worthy gal wants respect", Jennifer Aniston gives "fine in torn jeans" and William Shakespeare - "I am a weakish speller"??!

But try it out - its pretty amazing.

Hurricane Trivia

I know among all the people dying all over the world due to natural disasters, how they name hurricanes is probably the last thing I should be thinking of. However, since I took the trouble to find out, thought I'd share it with you. Hurricane's are named basis the 'name of the day' -according to the christian calendar - the hurricane originated. So if the Christian calendar day is for 'Louise', and a hurricane begins to storm up that day (God forbid) - voila, it will be called 'Hurricane Louise'.

Now how many of you smarty pants bloggers knew that?

Karva Choke?

Although not religious or 'ritually' traditional, I do respect Hindu culture and am very much an Indian by heart. However, I do not see myself ever doing Karva Chauth. By fasting all day and only eating when the moon comes up, I don't see how my marriage (if I ever do get married) would be any stronger or longer. Maybe it's our love of legends and our strong faith in the divine, but I always find it amazing how such educated Indians still fall for such superstitions.

And evolution begins...

Its OK to have public cinemas in Riyadh now. But only for children and women.

First snowfall in Dubai

Dubai Ski Slope:

22,500 square metres covered with real snow all year round. Dubai never fails to nauseate.

Every dog has his day

Guardian:19.10.05
"...Today's trial will start with 19 charges related to the killing of 143 Shia men from the village of Dujail, 35 miles north of Baghdad, after an assassination attempt against Saddam in 1982. The former president faces another 11 trials over the gassing of Kurds in Halabja in the late 1980s, the suppression of a Shia uprising in 1991 and other bloody chapters of his 23-year rule which have yielded 300 mass graves and 40 tonnes of documents. By the time he was ousted in 2003 more than 300,000 people are thought to have been killed, not counting casualties in wars sparked by his invasion of Iran and Kuwait..."

The law says everyone is entitled to his day in court. Surely - there should exceptions to the case!

And the defense's argument: (Guardian: 19.10.05)
.."Saddam's defence has drafted a 122-point document seeking to dismiss the case on the grounds that it did not have enough time to review the evidence or properly consult with the defendant. The defence will also argue the tribunal is illegitimate because it is a creature of the US occupation and thus outside Iraq's established legal structure. "It is created illegally and denies him basic human rights," a statement said yesterday. Defence lawyers are expected to do all they can to make the hearings appear a fiasco."

Such a waste of everyones time!

Want to make a baby?

*GASP*



Marzipan: Made of sugar, egg whites and almonds, this substance can be used as a base for icing, or to mold decorative forms such as flowers, BABIES and God knows what else!

'Green' to survive?

I was sent to the airport yesterday by client, to pick up an entry to a programme we run. A rep from this NGO flew all the way from Bahrain to Dubai - just to deliver an application form so that the NGO would meet the application deadline and be considered for a fund. The rep even brought traditional Bahraini sweets for us. Its been a while since I have met someone so earnest about his volunteer efforts to save the environment.

Feeling slightly sorry for the guy I offered to give him a ride into the city (so he could do something in the two hours he had before his flight back) - and to my horror, he spoke to me about his interests in starting a business in Dubai coz this is where all the money is!
I was speechless! 5 minutes ago I was thrown aback by his will to save the earth, I could'nt possible have a conversation with him on how to make money!

On second thoughts, I guess everyone needs some green to survive. So do people throw themselves into non-profit earth saving work just to get recognized, and ultimately own a money making enterprize? I truly, truly hope not.

New music

I spent an hour in Virgin megastore today, (probably because I was thrilled with their new ' scan any CD you want to listen to' machine - its soo awesome!) and I walked out with Nitin Sawhney's latest album 'Philtre'. Indian name, funky Indian, Western, Spanish fusion - sounded great on 'the machine'. So bought it and felt really cool for buying something uncommon to my collection.
But on listening to it again at home, I could'nt quite understand why I bought it. It has alot of Hindi in it, which is kinda cool because its my language - but in his Rag Doll number -not quite sure what the woman is going on about. Anyway..!
So I decided to run a search on this 'Philtre' business. Yes I know it sounds like a bad word but apparently it means -"a drink credited with magical power that can make the one who takes it love the one who gave it". With this new piece of knowledge after which the album is named, I guess if I listen to it again - it will be in a different light. Don't get me wrong, its not bad music, its just very mystical and mixed quite haphazardly...perhaps its an 'acquired taste'. Ask me in a month.

I also bought Tracy Chapman's new album 'Where you live' - absolutely fantastic; a must buy. Typically Chapman with her super voice, opinion inflicting, meaningful lyrics played on some great guitar.

And..dont ask me why but I also bought Lifehouse's new album. Review on that when I've heard it :)

Mada'gasp'car

For someone who is an absolute sucker for animations, I was rather shocked and confused as to why I could'nt sit past the first half hour of Madagascar! I did'nt warm up to the characters and neither did I find them funny. With voices of Ben Stiller, David Schwimmer and Chris Rock - how could this happen? Am I growing too old for animations? or have I lost my sence of humour? Or is my mind simply making redundant any light hearted stimulations and forcing me to grow up? Hmm.

GMAT UGHMAT

This isn't for anyone who has aced their GMAT.
What was the maker of this test thinking when his devious little mind came up with it.
My particular annoyances are with 3 categories -1) critical reasoning: Which of the following statements if true, best support the parenthesis of the above statement in light of its conclusive evidence. HUH? 2) Sentence correction: 1 sentence written in 5 different ways - ALL ARE CORRECT, but which is the most correct one, and 3) data sufficiency: dont solve the problem ...just tell us if you think there is enough data provided to answer this question. Sigh. Maybe there is some serious unfathomable psychological testing ability behind these questions, maybe I just feel like ranting because I could'nt quite hit the jackpot on these sections. I hate doing tests that make you feel thick and good for nothing. Have'nt done a practice test yet; perhaps I need to do that diagnostic test so the level of my brain's depreciation can be 'diagnosed'.

Anyway, its only day 2 of studying, guess I would'nt get many points on level of tolerance ay.

And I enter the blogosphere

Always wanting to say something meaningful, share my opinion and well atleast feel like I'm being heard, comes the sudden urge to get this blog up and running. Call it a bit desperate but its almost 4am and I have no replies to my emails. So dear friends, Romans and countrymen, emails are now history as I begin my blog. It is such a liberating feeling to know that you can now post your thoughts in any shape or form, and somebody might just read them! and more importantly not press charges :)

Anyway since this is my first posting on my very own space in the much buzzing blogosphere, I am going to say hola and that my attempt to begin my blog with earth shattering opinion has failed. Having created a blog could'nt go to bed having just selected a template hence this nonsense. If it was'nt 4am I would'nt be scavenging for thoughts.

Yes, it would be a good time to exit gracefully while I still can.