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Hi sunshine!

Been a while again...

So - interview went well except for a onezy... apparently my BSc. grades aren't spectacular enough. I sent my MSc. grades - which are better - and we'd see. I'm actually ok with it.

Update complete

Did I ever mention - since starting this programme (MSc.) - that I finally LOVE what I do??? I love this industry... I love the dynamics of it, the brains involved, the practicality of it all. For me, it's exactly how I see Science and Math - broken down into brass-tax - taking something for what it is and use the most basic and intuitive analyses to describe and plan what you want to do with the darn thing. A true Engineer. I mean, I hate the word, basically because of what people have done to it, but the true essence of what it SHOULD mean... it's like being a Scientist. Mmmmm.... donuts....

Actually, it's like Christianity... you know what some people have done to it - right? Makes you wanna scream and actually prevents some great dedicated minds to the idea of it... when in truth and in fact, it's the most beautiful and logical things.

Anyhoo - I think I'm ok with the fact that HW may not pull through basically because I finally know what I want. It's easier to trot on when the path is more defined.

So! Here's a fun Q & A:

Q: What is the equivalent of Harold and Kumar's cravalious White Castle burger in TnT?

A: Doubles!

There, of course, is the emergency doubles right downstairs that Parrot and I hoped on down to... but waittttt a mmiiinnnn... a LINE? A bloody LINE for this mere satisfaction of hunger? Eh eh! I had a craving... not a starving tummy! Parrot and I decided - this is POS, let us find some "bess doubles". So we walked from TGI near the Savannah onto the Blvd... nada. *51 degrees doubles man wasn't there... think he either finishes early or only comes out on weekend for drunken hunger*.

Onwards, then...

Tragarete Rd...

Checked the peripherals... nada in sight. But WAIT! Lo and behold... a squished piece of bharra on the sidewalk!

"We are hot on the trail..." - this was inspiration enough for the excited Parrot.

Onwards... no smell of channa nearby, no lines to be seen... but we were determined... I kept looking around for "doubles I had been to" in the past ;)

Picton Street...

"I worked here once... let's go up here..." - there seemed to be a glimmer in Zu's eyes, but it quickly died out when she realised that it was a summer job after she did O's... yep, near 10 years ago....

Didn't matter... Govias was still there, but no roti this morning... soft bharra and hot channa only!

"Some real characters around here boy"

"Well, we are characters too, so with our forces combined...."

*Gee, thanks Parrot*

"I'm a bit uncomfortable with my wallet in hand..."

"Well, put it in your bra - or mine"

*Zu got a visual of a huge rectangle where round boobs used to be - SpongeZu SquareBoob?*

"Hmm... it's ok... we're safe"


"You know what - let's cut across and head to Tatil"

"Aye - I hear there's good doubles there"

Maraval Road...

A Line!

A liiinnneee and an umbrella!!! Yeeeyyyyyyy!!!!

Joined the line...

Legs trembling

*Excitement?*

Nope - very high heels

*Dum dum dum dummmmm*

"Dining in?"

*Birds chirp and wind whistles*

**Que?**

"Eating here is next line... doh jes stand there - say what yuh eatin'!"

Ate

Heavy pepper

Couldn't think

Got drink

"Grapefruit?!?"

Yes - silly question - but instead of smacking her upside the head like we all want to at this point, I did what a prostitute would do if her client asked "So much?!?" - I proved how good it can be... I let her sip it.

"Refreshing, huh?"

Again, like a whore's client, she was too satisfied to mutter much, and I was too brooding to care.

*So, in your analogy, you're... the whore?*

Steups!

Anywayssss

Onwards! Back to wuk - we walk to savannah instead....

But the building seems so much closer than the path - yes, like most people, we see where we want to be but are not willing to take the longer twisty path... so, like true losers we took a muddy, messy shortcut... wait - rewind - so, like true winners, we followed the path less likely and less travelled...

We bore the marks of our war though... not only is there sweat beads on my face, the choooooooooos... ma chooooos - my furry chooos were muddy and grassy. Nothing a bathroom break couldn't make more presentable...



Oof - back to the land of Bleh bleh bleh's and HC's.






*Zuper has left the building...*

Bleh Bleh Bleh's and Headless Chickens

So tomorrow is the big day...

No... no - I'm not getting married...

Er... nope... not about to pop one out the oven...

Well, yeah... but no - didn't get a new job...

Look! Awright... it's just a phone interview... but being surrounded by Bleh Bleh Bleh's and Headless Chickens all day - well, I'm looking forward to it.

Ok, I lie... I'm nervous and unprepared. 4D Seismic research in Geophysics, you say? To help us better the field of Reservoir Engineering, you say?

Well... why'd you stop talking???? What else do you say????

Yes, ok, so I know that I gotta sit down and read up on the team, some of the Prof.'s papers and re-orient myself with thoughts of the not-to-distant and oh-so-defining future.

Today is all about Pressure Transient Analysis and 4D Seismic and why HW. Thank the heavens for this swanky sweater to get me through today!

*Don't we all have inspirational clothes?*

For example, tomorrow, I have the "I'm confident and smart, yet with a sense of style and poise, and wait, is that a hint that superb boobies lay beneath?" outfit yet... black is my confidence colour, a cute short black feminine jacket over a sleek and if-worn-by-itself-could-be-sexy top with the most expensive pantalones I own - a grey and professional looking black thin-striped Benneton that sits just above the hips... yes, sits... nothing too tight. I'll wear this with flats...

*whaddaheck Zu??*

Yep - see, I won't say this is my presentation-to-the-board outfit at all, but it's the combination that I need - confidence (the colour - black and greys), poise (cute fitting feminine jacket), professionalism (striped trousers) and comfort (shoes).

And of course with the curls out and about! It's so me.



Want to know a secret? I'm not really nervous, nor excited, nor expectant. This is partly because I think I won't get through, and I'm afraid of getting my hopes up to see them come crashing down... again. Defense mechanism, perhaps.

*Sure... but I'd rather call you a vag*na - with a big P*

So crude! Anways!

I want it so bad... I really do, but I don't think I'd be deemed as equipped and suited for the role. And right now, heck, I'm not! But am I willing to get up to speed? Heck yeah! With a capital H!


Switcharoo - what is it about memories that I seem to only remember the good feelings and barely ever the bad?

*Na... it's just you Zu*

Perhaps... I like to remember the good in people and our experiences...

*More like self-destruction, Dude*

You know what? I agree with you a bit... because it's selective... it's not like ALL memories are good - it depends on my desires at the moment.

*There ya go...*

I just hope that the selectiveness of the brain due to current desires *wink* doesn't get me into a regrettable rut!

Anyways - once we keep in mind that there are times when faith simply doesn't seem to exist - when we feel numb and empty - and that these times are inevitably going to creep up on us, and yet learn to accept that the difference between success and not-yet-success lies in the decision we make at that very point just where we place our next step - we might me awwwwwwwwwwwright:


The warrior of the light does not always have faith. There are times
when he does not believe in anything at all.
And he asks his heart: “Will all the effort be worthwhile?”
But the heart remains silent. And the warrior must decide for himself.
So he seeks an example. And he remembers that Jesus endured
something similar - in order to live the human condition in all its
fullness.
“Take this cup away from me,” said Jesus. He too lost heart and his
courage, but he did not stop.
The warrior of the light remains faithless.
But he moves forward nevertheless, and his faith will return.



*Move forward Zue... stop looking at your feet and where they step; look up and keep your eyes on the horizons...*

Milo - I'm sorry

Last Thursday my adopted dog died.

He was unique dog... he really had a mind of his own - seriously. I remember trying to squeeze through the gate cuz him with his small self would ooze pass any little aperture. And when he'd run out, no call, no suck on the teeth, no nada would he respond to. In fact, I think he would ignore you the more you called him!

One day he did run away before I adopted him... and he stayed away for nearly a week or so. My big bro, M, found him wandering around a nearby street. He picked him up, realised he had gotten into a fight and had to slice off that bad ear. So he was one cute, 'ignorant', bad-minded, independent fellow.

I detested him at first... he really hurt my feelings. When M moved up "nort" I would go to feed milo daily. And one day, I went "awww... come here cutie... lonely, love? You lonely?" About to pet his cute strawberry blond head when "grrrr - SNAP" - mofo bit me! THAT MOFO BIT ME!!!! My feelings were hurt more than anything.

Yeah, he was a weird guy... but I did grow to love him when I moved in. He did this dance everytime I got home - post-squeezing in the gate, of course - with the rot next door... they'd run up and down the length of the house barking at each other - a true dance.

One day, when just pulling the gate apart and eezing my way through, I realised he didn't get up to rush outside (I'd actually let him go for a while... have his fun in the "wild" of Greenvale Gardens). Went up to him to see if he was ok. He wagged his taile, barked and let me rub his tummy. Hmm... he must be in a mood. But I so knew something was amiss.

Next day - still no rush, and now laying around... breathing a bit more heavily. So I checked his food bowl - well, at least he's eating.

Came home - same thing...

Next day - now not even pulling his head up... hmm...

That afternoon, I vowed him to take him to the vet. Called the vet, they were closing in half hour... may not make it. So I got some salts and some water and shoved it in his throat... looked around - perhaps he bit a frog? Maybe one of the mushrooms in the yard?

He resisted the salty water... but I saw that though he was eating, his water bowl was full. He was dehydrated. So I continued to shove the liquid in his throat. He eventually got the strength to shove me off and walk away. I saw his pained crawl, and promised that night that I'd take time off work to take him to the vet.

And I did...

And when I got home, he was laying in the drain.

I walked up to him... a shot of fear and no no no no no streaming now...

His mouth was ajar, and so were his eyes... he was dead...

I screamed and screamed and cried and ran into the house...

I knew his pain, I knew something was wrong three days prior, but I waited til it was convenient to ME to take him...

I killed my dog with my selfishness.

I looked into my bubble of a world instead of looking at the bigger picture, at the horizon... and it killed a loved one.

I'm so sorry Milo... I miss you.