Of Cappuccinos and Chocolate Cakes

I had the most gastronomically satisfying two weeks recently. The title is an indicator!! I had more Cappuccino than ever before and that too from different coffee outlets in Chennai. As though that didn’t get me hyper enough, I managed to take a detour to Hot Breads, almost everyday, on my way home to indulge in some most unnecessary Chocolate pastry. As though I need comparisons, because there can really be just one heaven, right? Wrong! There is heaven, there is uber-heaven and then there is the I-just-died-and-went-to-heaven heaven; this last one is reserved for Chocolate Fantasy alone. So for want of anything better to do, I managed to sample different forms of Chocolate pastries from different outlets. In case you’re wondering, the Chocolate Fantasy emerged winner hands down!

And if that wasn’t a calorie ridden fortnight, then I don’t know what is!

By the way, I do realize that this post may be seen as being in bad taste (pun unintended, I assure you), but I’m feeling rather Calvinesque with the sugar overload (picture Calvin after a bowl of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs).

The End of a Phenomenon - Part1

Yeah that picture speaks more than words, doesn't it?
That is the sister and I, at 630 in the morning in Citi Center, right after we collected our copy of the last and final installment of the Harry Potter series, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Ha, and we're not supposed to be morning-people!!
We were up at 445am on Saturday, the 21st of July, to get my sister her much awaited birthday present. We reached Citi Center at about 530am and were thankfully ahead in the queue so that we got to stand inside the complex. Five minutes later arrivals were not that lucky though, because by then the queue had grown long enough to spill onto the parking lot. It was a sight that we're so glad we didn't miss. We had people in the Hogwarts robes, walking around giving out pamphlets, containing crossword puzzles and word grids, all Harry Potter themed of course!
And finally the moment arrived, we were inside Landmark and suddenly I wasn't sleepy anymore. The whole store was decked up in Harry theme and there were racks of the book piled everywhere. It was a Pottermaniac's delight!
And then I signed for my copy and we were out, sent off on our way with cookies, coffee and that precious, most awaited littled package that I held in my hand, along with its free calender!
By the time the weekend was over, that book was devoured and the numbness that comes with the finality of something that you know will never ever happen again was threatening to take over. Oh well, I just let it, so it didn't need to threaten for too long!
More about the book in part 2.

The Final Showdown

Tomorrow is the day...
I just cannot wait!!!!!!

XXV

That's right! We, ie Sukanya, Silky and that other person who comes around from time to time, turn all of twenty five today. That's a quarter of a century that we've roamed the earth. I hope it's a good day, because I am at work today,so you can never tell.

Thankfully no one famous was born today (apart from me, but I don't count yet!). And good it's that way. Can you imagine what that would mean when you're older? No one will ever forget your birthday and will insist on giving you birthday cards (oh alright, e-cards) with the numbers on them. Gives me the heebeejeebees already!

Today would be a holiday in Burma and Nicaragua. Sigh! No such luck here. I'll just have to wait all day to run home for that delicious Black Forest my mum is making for me. Weeeeeeeeee! It's just like the younger days!

Twenty five. Hmmm... Whoa!

Leaky Cauldron

Pssst: Two more days to go to get my hands on that delectable, much awaited, agonizing, nail biting finale of the Harry Potter books. (shiver runs down spine).

Already there are copies out, photographs on the internet. Read about that here.

Ooooooohhhh I am sooooo excited. If you have the leaked version of the book, then please please please DON'T TELL ME!

Friday, the 13th

I am sooooooo excited!!! Here's why:

First day that too!!!!

I'll have a review soon!

And for all ye non-PotterManiacs ( yeh know who yeh are, innit?), Silencio!!!

And if you still can't stuff it, then eat slugs!!

*UPDATE*

Of course the book is way better than the movie. Having said that I will admit that this movie was by far the best of the lot. Dark and definitely not kiddie stuff, the book really brought to life the fear of You Know Who being back. The movie was great fun to watch, the minor plot changes notwithstanding.

Imelda Staunton as Dolores Jane Umbridge was truly delightful and I cannot stop raving about Loony er Luna Lovegood. The other characters reprised their roles with the usual grace and I thought there was more Hermione than Ron. It helped that she looked really good throughout the movie.

The special effects and the background score were fantastic. My favourite parts of the movie were the last 30 minutes (Ministry scenes) and the DA meetings, in that order. The pace of the movie was maintained throughout, with not a single scene being excessive or wasteful.

Just one bone to pick though - I felt they didn't do the Weasley twins leaving Hogwarts scene enough justice. JKR's most likable creations were quite underutilized in the movie. All in all a really good movie to watch, and Pottermaniac that I am, I'll definitely watch it again.

One tip though - it would be a good idea to read the book before you go to watch the movie.

~MechaniGal

**I wrote this review for rediff.com

Just something.

I have to start out by saying that this is about my longing (of course, who else would I write about!). But even as I start out I am having trouble deciding which longing to talk about. All I do know is there is something I want to say.

Guess I’ve made up my mind.

Here is something I have been wanting for the past 5 years. I can’t remember anything else in my so many years of existence that I have wanted for this long or this much. Since I got into engineering my only thought has been to get out and do an MBA. That’s what I saw my future in. My daydreams almost always consisted of me in business suits in a company like Google or P&G, as a graduate from an IIM or a Columbia/Chicago. And for the life of me I couldn’t figure out why, but I had absolutely no thought of a what-if-it-doesn’t-happen scenario. Funny thing is I am quasi confident about myself, which means that I am confident of my capabilities but not always the same of my ability to get what I want. But this was the one thing that I was absolutely, more than a 100%, certain of. That was my future and there were no two ways about it.

But of late I don’t know anymore. I don’t know if I will get there with time to spare, or for that matter, even in the nick of time. I have begun to feel that I have perhaps missed the ticket and that this, today, is my future. And that, my dear person-with-patience-to-be-with-me-thus-far, is the stuff nightmares are made of. Being another ant in the flat world, running around with the same load as the others, all part of an assembly line, the end of which none has seen. I have scorned and laughed at all my fellow ants, and promised myself at every appraisal that it would be my last one in the company… only to be reneging that in the next appraisal cycle. And as you already guessed (or know), we are in the midst of an appraisal cycle right now. It looks as though I will definitely have a couple of more such cycles to go through before I swim ashore and out of the system.

I kind of get the feeling that I am stuck in a Hotel California situation.

I was reading ISB blogs today, discovered a few more contacts studying there. And I was thinking to myself, they’re there, one step closer, while here I am, still aspiring.

Whatever I imagined my first job to be, it certainly wasn’t this. It didn’t consist of waiting till Friday every week and waiting till month end, so that I could count down another month. Another month to what? I don’t know. Normally, payday lifts my spirits a wee bit. Today was payday and I am more depressed than ever. Even a visit to the icici bank website did nothing to ease the blues and neither did the fact that today is my favorite day of the week.

In other news, another Friday came and went and so did some more friends from the company. They bought their freedom, lucky buggers. As the week ended, so did the month, and now I am on the 20^th month. 4 more to go.

I dream of the day when I will be sending out one of those goodbye mails. Meanwhile I’ll just practice my typing skills and hope they come in use when I decide to begin my book – whenever that will be, if at all! And perfect the shortcuts for the smileys on MS Office Communicator.

All for a Pod!!!

Brilliant weather here. I am, as expected, pooped up in an airconditioned building, with a false ceiling, fluorescent lights and the constant tik-tik of a thousand finger tips playing a tattoo on their DELLs for company!
Here's what I am doing, all for an iPod! Wasting precious cash to send 10 sms'es to some arbit number that promises to reward me with an iPod if I get 10 questions correct, on the occasion of World Music Day. Sigh!!
They'd better give me that pod...

Tragedy at CCD

When I was a trainee at Mysore, I had various ways of rewarding myself if I did well on the test for the week. More of an incentive than a reward, really. And sometimes if I did really badly, then I would reward myself again, this time more to cheer myself up!
My favourite reward was a slice of the deliciously sinful Chocolate Fantasy pastry from one of the Cafe Coffee Day outlets on campus. If you have no idea what that is, then I suggest you get your ass to the nearest CCD, as we fondly called it there, and sample it for yourself. Words simply cannot do it any justice. I tried googling for a picture, but I couldn't find one that quite conveyed what I wanted it to.
Since I got back from training I haven't had a chance to visit any of the CCDs here and much less the chance to sample a Choc Fantasy. So yesterday when I had to meet Adi, I decided CCD had to be the place. We settled down and since we share a lot in common, including our love for that little piece of heaven, we ordered a Choc Fantasy apiece - no discussion was needed on that one!
I was one spoonful into mine, when plop! went the whole thing on the floor! While I was busy chatting, I'd tilted the plate and all of that, minus one spoon that was in my mouth, fell - I wish I could say crashing down and make it sound all dramatic, but none of that happened - it just slipped gracefully down my trousers* and onto the floor. All this while Adi and I watched with a look of utter horror. This was sacrilege in some form for sure! Why this is especially tragic is because just as we feasted our eyes on the plate when the cakes arrived, I had remarked that I was supposed to be on a diet! Imagine Dobby (from the HP series), banging his head on the wall, trying to punish himself - that was me yesterday.
Oh well, that's forty bucks I'll never see again, and a diet I will be more careful to follow from now on!
Sigh!

* Update: The stain of chocolate on my trousers refuses to wash off, despite all that diligent scrubbing and although daag might be achhe , this one is anything but nice!
As though I need more painful reminders...

Some good customer service

Last week, I was reading this article on the Freakonomics blog site about good customer service and how it can make your day and how it can be really really rare. ( Read that piece here)
My dad and I were discussing how that was sorely missing in the Indian service industry scene and we even brainstormed on a business plan involving that.
Well, something just happened yesterday that reaffirmed our faith in the service industry of this country. On our morning jaunt on the Besant Nagar beach yesterday, we had the engineers from Hyundai doing a free service camp for all Hyundai cars in the parking lot. Not only did they voluntarily give our Santro a check up, they also cleaned the windshield, mirrors, foot mats and tyres. Icing on the cake was when they got a guy from Amaron batteries to give our car battery a once-over! As though all of that was not enough, they kept bottles of mineral water for the walkers/joggers at the beach. As we drove off they pressed into Dad's hands a neatly wrapped gift package. (We opened it on the way home, it was a cute desk clock)
Needless to say, we were talking about it all day. No prizes for guessing that it really made our Sunday.
When the sister and I took a walk upto the organic veggies van, we saw that the Hyundai guys had also found themselves a spot on the otherwise pretty full parking lot. They had new variants for the Getz and Verna on display there.
Yesterday, Hyundai managed to make a lot of customers lifetime customers.

Outsourcing and some other stuff

It’s time for some more (negative) publicity for outsourcing. American elections are coming up and so these issues are in the line of fire once again (there were there last just about 5 years ago, when our dear hero was voted for second term). Along with that another side kick of an issue has earned its share of rumbling. This is the issue of the H1B visa. This of course has caused a bit of a furor among the IT junta. Having my name in the lottery caused me also to be copied on all the mails that were doing the rounds at work, about the latest on the visa issue.
So what was all the noise about anyways? Well some members of the American senate decided that granting as many H1Bs as they do is proving detrimental to the employment figures of the local population in their country. They have this concept of Phantom GDP that explains why they were hailing outsourcing as the next big things all these years but suddenly have the numbers that prove that, well, it's not all they imagined! The long and short of it is that they opine that when we go ‘ onsite’, as it is called in IT parlance, we rob an American local of his job. Of course, they forget to mention here that the amount it would cost our dear client companies to pay an American to do the job is more than it would cost them to have two Indian IT yuppies there to do the same job and then some more! So anyways they decided that they would have some kind of lottery system to decide who among the thousands who apply for visas will be the exalted beings that will get to grace their shores. It doesn’t make sense to me at all so I’m not going to say too much about it here. All I know is that they don’t understand that H1B or not, getting us to do the work is a win-win for both parties and a win-lose for the aforementioned exalted parties. Win- lose you wonder? Well, you win because you get to go. You lose because once you’re there, you lose all your sleep and peace of mind. People say that the lose part makes up for the number of zeros that add to your bank balance. I don’t know about that though and I don’t think it is food for thought.
We will come back to outsourcing for now. I read somewhere that there are organizations in the US – where else! - that are willing to outsource journalism! Simply put it means that you can, sitting here in India, cover an even that is going on in some part of the US! Sounds improbable? You’ll be surprised! Pasadena Now, a local news website has hired reporters from India to cover Council meetings sitting in the comfort of well, their country! According to a printed interview of the guy who owns this website, this move has been done in keeping with budget issues. You can read more about this here. Apparently, this is passé stuff because the Wall Street Journal regularly gets Reuters reports for its editions that are written in India’s silicon valley, Bangalore. Needless to say, the American media has been to quick to lap this up and the ensuing buzz that this news has created.
Where there is controversy of this sort there are also some funny takes! You will recall that I recently pointed you to a really classy article on Joshua Bell’s impromptu undercover concert in Washington DC subway station. The author of that brilliant piece has written another classy and really hilarious piece on his take on the outsourcing of journalism. You can read that and have yourself a good laugh right here. This isn’t long and is a must for those who are familiar with the politics of Tamil Nadu - the rest of you can read it too so long as you know the name of our Chief Minister.
So what’s the bottom line here? Nothing much really. They made a lot of noise about something. They managed to create some noise here. They got their way for this year. What’s left to be seen is if they’ll get their votes. I suppose that could be the stuff of another post. Meanwhile, we’ll just remain mute spectators to all the job-hopping that is going to be seen here among those who have got their visa applications rejected. And of course we will be mute and enthusiastic spectators to more Indian journalists getting their names in the black and whites of American news business.
Are we in for some entertainment or what!

Something New, Something Blue...

I’ve been tripping. It’s the best amateur own comp I have lent my ears to in some time. And I want everyone to know.

Meet Ashwin Alexander – my ego-surfing friend and loyal critic of this blog space – who, when engaging in an erstwhile activity of some import to him, stumbled upon his namesake.

This discovery of a man Ashwin, who we shall call Ashwin the Stud for obvious reasons, makes some brilliant music. I cannot get enough of his music, especially Welcome Me, January Awaits and a cover of Peter Yorn’s Life on a Chain.

Here's the link to his page. Go to the music tab to download his music.

I hope this guy makes it big someday soon.

I was going to add more to this post, but I figured, let him steal this one, he sure deserves it .

Once upon a Sunday evening on a hot day...

In case you ever wondered:

The most common Tamil boy name is Karthik in all the possible ways that it can be spelt.
The most common Tamil girl name is Vidya, with all possible prefixes and suffixes.
The most common profession among Tamilians is, well you guessed it, IT!
The most preferred place of stay/work for Tamilians is, of course, the US of A.
The most sold drink at a coffee shop is a capuccino.

In case you haven't realized it yet, I am bored.

On a completely different track, read this amazing article on the Washington Post, called Pearls Before Breakfast. It's a tad lengthy, but if you're really interested, you won't notice.

Another random thought - how can people NOT read books???? It' s what I spend a major part of my salary on... change that to read the second major part( first major part of my salary is spent on the weekend jaunts to Citi Center with the younger sister).

Oh, before I sign off, hat tip to Naveen for an afternoon well spent.

Blog Flogging

I don't get the fundaes behind this whole corporate blogging thing. They've introduced it at my company as well and very honestly, the posts are not as interesting as the ones posted by the same bloggers on the net. So what major breakthrough are they hoping to achieve by hosting a blog at the office???
I read recently about how Cognizant's blog has been a hit all the way. And the same article had a whole bunch of people including my own "flat world" CEO eulogizing the very concept and the kind of insight it provides them. (By the way, forgive me for equating myself to Tom, but the lines that launched the bestseller are going to prompt a post on this blog - by me of course - very soon - as soon as I find the time to type it out.)
I personally didnt have a problem with the blogs at all, and often read those by some of my friends. But I wonder how could you possibly have the freedom to write stuff on that blog?? On any given day I'd love to crib about a few things - including the straight back of my chair - and if I have to check and recheck everything I write to see that it conforms to company policy, then it sure does take the the cheeze out of blogging.
Why I am waking up to this suddenly (that too after months of leaving my blog to wither away and "die a painful death" as Alex would put it) is because of the recent hauling up of a colleague for a cheeky poem he posted on the company bulletin board. Ok it was more than just cheeky, and I do think there are better ways to express your angst, but still, if it is company policy to not crib about anything in the company then why have these outlets for expression??
In any case, where the devil is the time for all that?????????????

X-Rated

Look at what i found!!
Apparently you can " rate" your life, and I did and this is what it said:
(Hardly surprising!)

This Is My Life, Rated
Life:	6.5
Mind:	6.2
Body:	6.4
Spirit:	7.1
Friends/Family:	3.8
Love:	0
Finance:	7.7
Take the Rate My Life Quiz

I'll be honest about this, I'm not too sure what this bodes for me... and like the good coder that I am (now don't go giving me that look!) I am going to try and do a sort of, what we code junkies call, an imapct analysis on this...
I have AKR to thank(?) for this.

This pic makes me feel happy...

I suddenly remembered this Janis Joplin song, goes something like this: " Oh Lord, Won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz..." .

Alive!

Hang on while I stretch...
This person I chat with everyday believes my blog has died a tragic death... am not sure it's dead, but there has been a sort of tragic silence around here... tragic only because it seems forgotten. But I am back, and I just wanted to let everyone know.
I haven't been anywhere particular in the last few months actually. In fact, I've been pretty much glued by the butt to this chair I am sitting on right now, for most part of the past few months... and when I havent been glued to this chair, I've been glued to another one at home...
In the meantime, it turns out I've completed a year in this place. Sounds good, huh! I still don't believe it's been a year. I'm having a tough time deciding if it's because it went in a whoooooosh! or because it seemed, at times, to drag on for eternity... When I do decide, I'll get back with a post about it. But the fact of the matter remains that one year or not, the drudgery and predictability of the routine that has become the sole essence of this life in recent times, remains and continues, like the view from the top floor of a building, that seems to stretch for as long as you can see, seemingly further too... And yet you know that you are also a part of that seemigly unending crowd, lost in the view from some other tower top. Oh the anonymity of it all....
Oh well, I guess it's the same everywhere. I wouldn't really know though...
I should be getting back to work.

Untitled

I'm sitting in my office, racing against time to meet a deadline tomorrow andthis song comes to mind. I am not sure why...
Its a song titled 'Soon Forget' , by my favourite band Pearl Jam.

Sorry is the fool who trades his soul for a Corvette
Thinks he’ll get the girl, he’ll only get the mechanic
What’s missing? He’s living a day he’ll soon forget

That’s one more time around, the sun is going down
The moon is out, but he’s drunk and shouting, putting people down
He’s pissing, he’s living a day he’ll soon forget

Counts his money every morning, the only thing that keeps him horny
Locked in a giant house, that’s alarming
The townsfolk, they all laugh

Sorry is the fool who trades his love for hi-rise rent
Seems the more you make equals the loneliness you get
And it’s fitting, he’s barely living a day he’ll soon forget

That’s one more time around, and there is not a sound
He’s lying dead, clutching Benjamins, never put the money down
He’s stiffening, we’re all whistling, a man we’ll soon forget .

PS. the red lines are my favourite in the song

The Bombay Rockers - 7/11

I am not going to relate what happened yesterday. The pictures and details are in all the newspapers and all TV channels ( news channels at least, the Page 3 channels couldn't care less) and the next few issues in most major magazines will carry more details and findings on the blasts ( 8 of them) that rocked Mumbai yesterday evening. Some news channels claim it is the LeT that is responsible while one popular news channel claims that an LeT spokesperson called their office claiming no responsiblity for the attacks. It doesnt really matter, if u ask me. The people who have died are not going to return. Knowing who was responsible is not going alleviate the pain and grief for the victims' families . And even if the perpetrators were identified, they are going to remain scot free,until the world moves on, and until the next such attack, wherever it may occur.
When i decided to put up this post I thought i would put in just pictures and let them speak for themselves. But as I am typing this out in the safety and securityof my office I cannot help but think that the pictures are not going to say any more than what they are already screaming out to u from the front pages ofall news publications. I got to thinking of what could be the motive of a person so demented, that he would actually perpetrate a crime so ghastly. What would be the results he was hoping to achieve by this gruesome feat? His actions are made worse by the timing of the blasts - a time, the perpetrator knew , when the suburbans trains would be packed with office goers returning after a day of work.
For once words fail me and I can only think of the sad truth that war and bloodshed is going to get us nowhere. Mumbai will move on, just as Srinagar will, just as New York, London and Madrid did. 7/11 will become just another date in the tainted history of terrorist attacks.
I could only think of the strip i am posting below. Look a little deeper and you will see the underlying wisdom.

A DAY IN THE LIFE….

disclaimer: A work of a stressed brain's imagination only.
Is not an indicator of anything or anybody.
If you are dumb enough to think otherwise then you are exactly that: dumb enough!

800:
orkut.com
Y the f*** are these arbit ppl adding me… how do I get rid of it… do I have a conference call today… holy cow, I need to check outlook account…
Click… click…click…
Aah, no mail from the junta onsite…wat time is it there now?
Oktoberfest on discovery channel looked awessssome…sigh…
Its raining men hallelujah…
Damn this connection is slow…
S***, I cannot believe A is looking so good… last I remember of A was this nerdy pre-teen…

857:
F***! Its nine… think I should begin work for the day… f*** man!
Fwd:calvinn for the day!
Y does he always write it as calvinn??
He he,6 followed by 2 billion zeros!!
Think I should fwd this to Bangalore junta? Shit man, have to type out all the names… must create mailing list… no time man!
Click.. click…
Wat is the new dog called? Marma duke was the old one… if I had a dog I’d call it Dog.
Who wrote that book…
shit man, that was a bloody brilliant post…are they kicking ass or wat!
Oooh… where have I seen that pic before…

904:
Y the f*** is my comp so damn slow… WSAD, u continue to ruin my life…
Ok, tasks for the day are…
get outta here by 630…
get outta here by 630…
get outta here by 630…
buy mineral water bottle at 1030 break…
take 1030 break…
complete pagination for all the 3 billion screens by EOD today…

“hello, is this a good time to call…. Was wondering in the …about the … wat about the sorting, is it in ascending or descending by default? ... ”

Load songs on media player and begin for the day…
s***, 9 hours before I hit shut down…
must leave by 630…

I think he’s forgotten to check in files … now how am I going to work?

“I must be an acrobat to talk like this and act like that…” man, they rock!!


1000:
S*** man, I forgot to switch on the bloody D@^#!
WEENUS… is that how its spelt? What did it stand for? Shouldn’t miss today’s FRIENDS …

1100:
“umm…pl can you jus help me out with this…”
Am I ever going to debug anything in my life without help!
“see its very simple, you jus have to pass this object of the .... into the ... and then…”
ZZzzzz! Hebrew alert!
“I’m on the highway to hell…”


1120:
Too late to take that break now…am dying of thirst here…
“hush, hush, thought I heard you calling my name now…”

1200:
Maybe I should go for lunch… maybe I should just finish this bit and then go…
F*** all, D@^#! for previous week rejected… and just why may I ask…
Yay, mail!
“please give module code pertaining to offshore”
“please clock 45 hours”
Hello, I am working more hours than that… cant help it if I keep forgetting to switch the damn thing on…
If I can go thro one Monday without having my D@^#! rejected…

1230:
Aah that time of the day again…
Rubber rotis and extra oily, extra spicy curry!
The long wait at the juice counter for a glassful of sugar syrup… some things are so comforting in their sheer predictability…
S***, today again… you have to turn the tap to get the water to come, u retard!

1300:

I hate post lunch…
Damn, I was supposed to finish all the tasks in my whiteboard by lunch…
F***, 5 hours to go… I have to leave by 630…
“… get unit testing done and log defects in tracker in your account…”
Futile exercise isn’t it especially since I am going to be assigning the defects to myself…

1330:
“…get the issues resolved in half an hour and then we can begin on the
Next screen…”
Mummyyyyyyyyy! I wanna go home, I don’t want to do another screen…

1430:
How the hell does one do this man…
I have to leave by 630 today…
‘…here without you baby, you’re still on my lonely mind…”
I’m going to put call to some junta now…
No I am going to finish all my work and put escape at 630…
“13a See tide’s turning in Northern England(8)”
Hmm…what can it be…

1520:
I am not going to be able to finish this much…
“have u begun on the next set of screens?”
“ no I haven’t… I’ll begin in a bit, as soon as I am thro with this…”
“… I don’t know which way the wind will blow… don’t wanna see you cry, I know that this is not goodbye..”
I have to leave by 630…

1600:
Hmmm… create new… .java…
Before that, put on floyd- the only way to code!!
F***! Server is down…
“..nobody knows where you are, how near or how far..
..shine on you crazy diamond…”
Test queries… F8…enter…shift+F7…
Spaceman spiff…
Aah coffee break time, that means time take a walk…corn and juice…
Maybe I can take the 520 bus…

1645:
Public…
throws ...Exception, LogicalException
{
if (…
{
String strError =
…

“…breathe…breathe in the air…”

1720:
I cannot, cannot do this anymore…
I have to make it outta here by another hour…

S*** man, this thing is jus not getting over…
620… 620…

1816:

Damn, I am missing that bus for sure… f*** man…
720… have to make it to the 720…

1917:

F*** man, this review is NOT getting over…
…aaah! Finally…
“… so we can have a call to discuss this now?”
NOOooooo…

2016:
Stop talking… stop talking…
Finally!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRgggggggh! F*** I cannot miss this bus!

20:19:55:

Finally made it!!!
TGIF!!!
I want window seat....
Perfection!
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