My Day in Ings (Meme)
From Desipundit via Jinal originating with Vivek.
Why not? It's been a while.
Waking (to the alarm)/grumbling mentally at the time/snoozing for 10 minutes longer/dragging myself out of bed/changing clothes/wearing lenses/drinking 2 glasses of water/picking up bag/switching on mobile radio/walking to aerobics, admiring the silence of the streets and the wakefulness of the next-gen beggars/changing shoes/exercising, sweating, panting, blowing nose/changing back into sandals/walking home/climbing stairs/entering home/removing contents of bag/showering/brushing/shitting/putting on clothes/watering tulsi/eating breakfast/chatting with parents/leaving for work/listening to radio - Jaggu and Tarana on Go 92.5FM/hurrying through my prayers so I can listen to radio/reaching work/assessing length of lift line/walking up stairs/signing in/going to bathroom/switching on computer/checking email/reading, reacting and responding to blog comments/forwarding and printing relevant email/going over all the blogs I read/sending personal email/shutting personal windows when boss walks in/checking work/communicating with relevant persons/drinking glasses of water/waiting for it to be noon so i can order coffee/going to bathroom to flush out aforementioned glasses of water/peeing/washing hands while examining in the mirror/walking back/drinking more water/calling for coffee/waiting for coffee to be cool/chatting on MSN/thinking of what to blog/answering annoying interrupting-web-reverie calls from my sweet manager/sending more email/opening inbox repeatedly to check email/going for lunch/gossipping or bitching with coworkers/sharing lunch or mithai/returning to desk/checking inbox/commenting on work/calling up or receiving a call from mom/analysing recently met men and other men we know with her/getting annoyed and yelling at her between clenched teeth to stop talking about men/trying to think of ways to shut her up and failing miserably/reluctantly admiring her persistence in analysing men/giggling over related gossip/teasing each other/commenting on menu for the day/bitching out cook's inconsideration for female diet and figure for the amount of oil he uses/hanging up abruptly after she has wrung every drop of news from me and suddenly decided she has no need of my voice and wants to take her afternoon nap/thinking how much i love my mommy/receiving call from dad and fielding his answers/opening blogger/wondering if there will be time to blog/opening inbox/indulging in more gchat or MSN or replying to daily emails/drinking more water/looking at the time/daydreaming about being swept off my feet or planning outfits for when I win an Oscar or what Ill look like thin and the centre of attraction at a party/talking on the phone to one of best friends/replying to assorted messages about dance class and plans/flirting via sms - lately/daydreaming about object of flirtation/blogging/looking at the time on computer and crosschecking it with the landine and my mobile/gathering bag thankfully/finishing water/swiping out/calling lift/getting into car/being checked at the gate (grrrr)/tolerating annoying guards prodding through my tiffin, gym/dance bag containing ankleweights et al,/settling in to listen to Malini on Go 92.5FM in peace/eating fruit of the day/stopping to buy Kurkure - Red Chili Chatka if my lunch had sucked/reaching home/leaving for Art of Living (lately) or dance or exercise, after which I get home, shower and eat dinner)/breathing/driving home/impatiently waving off mom's questions about food/entering parents room/being forced to answer annoying questions about men in my life/throwing tantrum/listening to lecture on effects of tantrum, responsilibility and marital happiness/leaving room in a huff/flopping into bed exhausted/lying there, feeling too lazy to remove contact lenses/daydreaming/rolling out to remove lenses/gazing at myself in the mirror and practicing expressions/preparing clothes for the next day/setting the alarm/tucking the blanket under me/sending last few smss/ignoring annoying callers who call after 10:30 pm unless it is aforementioned object of flirtation or school friends/praying if I've done something bad/dreaming/sleeping.
Why not? It's been a while.
Waking (to the alarm)/grumbling mentally at the time/snoozing for 10 minutes longer/dragging myself out of bed/changing clothes/wearing lenses/drinking 2 glasses of water/picking up bag/switching on mobile radio/walking to aerobics, admiring the silence of the streets and the wakefulness of the next-gen beggars/changing shoes/exercising, sweating, panting, blowing nose/changing back into sandals/walking home/climbing stairs/entering home/removing contents of bag/showering/brushing/shitting/putting on clothes/watering tulsi/eating breakfast/chatting with parents/leaving for work/listening to radio - Jaggu and Tarana on Go 92.5FM/hurrying through my prayers so I can listen to radio/reaching work/assessing length of lift line/walking up stairs/signing in/going to bathroom/switching on computer/checking email/reading, reacting and responding to blog comments/forwarding and printing relevant email/going over all the blogs I read/sending personal email/shutting personal windows when boss walks in/checking work/communicating with relevant persons/drinking glasses of water/waiting for it to be noon so i can order coffee/going to bathroom to flush out aforementioned glasses of water/peeing/washing hands while examining in the mirror/walking back/drinking more water/calling for coffee/waiting for coffee to be cool/chatting on MSN/thinking of what to blog/answering annoying interrupting-web-reverie calls from my sweet manager/sending more email/opening inbox repeatedly to check email/going for lunch/gossipping or bitching with coworkers/sharing lunch or mithai/returning to desk/checking inbox/commenting on work/calling up or receiving a call from mom/analysing recently met men and other men we know with her/getting annoyed and yelling at her between clenched teeth to stop talking about men/trying to think of ways to shut her up and failing miserably/reluctantly admiring her persistence in analysing men/giggling over related gossip/teasing each other/commenting on menu for the day/bitching out cook's inconsideration for female diet and figure for the amount of oil he uses/hanging up abruptly after she has wrung every drop of news from me and suddenly decided she has no need of my voice and wants to take her afternoon nap/thinking how much i love my mommy/receiving call from dad and fielding his answers/opening blogger/wondering if there will be time to blog/opening inbox/indulging in more gchat or MSN or replying to daily emails/drinking more water/looking at the time/daydreaming about being swept off my feet or planning outfits for when I win an Oscar or what Ill look like thin and the centre of attraction at a party/talking on the phone to one of best friends/replying to assorted messages about dance class and plans/flirting via sms - lately/daydreaming about object of flirtation/blogging/looking at the time on computer and crosschecking it with the landine and my mobile/gathering bag thankfully/finishing water/swiping out/calling lift/getting into car/being checked at the gate (grrrr)/tolerating annoying guards prodding through my tiffin, gym/dance bag containing ankleweights et al,/settling in to listen to Malini on Go 92.5FM in peace/eating fruit of the day/stopping to buy Kurkure - Red Chili Chatka if my lunch had sucked/reaching home/leaving for Art of Living (lately) or dance or exercise, after which I get home, shower and eat dinner)/breathing/driving home/impatiently waving off mom's questions about food/entering parents room/being forced to answer annoying questions about men in my life/throwing tantrum/listening to lecture on effects of tantrum, responsilibility and marital happiness/leaving room in a huff/flopping into bed exhausted/lying there, feeling too lazy to remove contact lenses/daydreaming/rolling out to remove lenses/gazing at myself in the mirror and practicing expressions/preparing clothes for the next day/setting the alarm/tucking the blanket under me/sending last few smss/ignoring annoying callers who call after 10:30 pm unless it is aforementioned object of flirtation or school friends/praying if I've done something bad/dreaming/sleeping.
posted by Princess Joya | 6:24 am
9 Comments:
So when do u actually work ?
Does u r company pay you for blogging ... I am also looking for such a company.
haha, well a lot of my work actually involves email and communication! so its not ALL timepass! (I just make it look easier than it is!)
No no she is forever BLOGGING/CHATTING/TALKING/SMSG!!
No vacancies in her CO unfortunately LOL
wow what a jampacked schedule. You should write one more about your weekends too
Ok no no, I was just kidding, Aru will just kick my ass over the net of course but SHE WILL!!!
Please everyone this woman is hard working, and blogging is just her passion:)
Yes she must be really Hard Working , Considering her passion for blogging:)
No wonder why people do not quit such co's
Hey just Kidding :)
No work today thats why
Cooooooool, I started a trend!
Am honoured my idea was used for someone else's blog!
Tho your post is much lengthier and detailed! Phew..
Good stuff...
Thanks Vivek! Yours was wayyyyy funnier!
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