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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...*