claire

Today, was a good day :-)

Lately, I have been down. I try to find reasons why. I find faults in people around me. Sms jokes don’t make me laugh no more. Chatting doesn’t help either. I run out of words to say. I don’t find facebook that amusing anymore. Sometimes, the sound of my nieces playing and chattering makes me sick. I get angry for no reason. I try to blame it on any one who crosses my way. I don’t find myself doing any progressive work in my research. I procastinate too much. I feel so lazy. And I feel so fat too! But finally, I found out, that no one’s to blame, but me.

I went extra early to bed last night coz I didn’t feel like talking to anyone. But I woke up several times in the night. First time I woke up from a dream I could vaguely remember, it was just 23:00, not even my bed time!

This morning I was up by 5:30, just in time to attend the 6 am prayer in church. It sure feels good to pray for someone, rather than for yourself. Don’t gasp, or make any “how nice of you to go and pray” flattering comments! It’s just that, I need it. I need to pray. And I’m ever so lazy to pray alone, my mind usually wanders off to some other thoughts. And when I pray with the ones having more faith and dedication to God than me, I feel stronger in faith, and I can concentrate more. I’ve had this habit of attending such morning service since last April, whether I hit the sack late or not. But I guess winter cold and my warm bed made me skip for months.

Went home, and prepared breakfast. I usually rush on other days, but today, I was so early that I had at least an hour before getting myself ready for work. So, I switched on the treadmill, kept the speed control in “Fat burning zone” *grin* and walked for about 20 minutes. Every time mom passed me by, she was like “Don’t do it too much on the first day!” (haha..) Moms!! But I love her :-)

Went to work by my faithful scooty. I love speed. And today, I could speed up as much as I wanted, at the same time controlled the brakes on every curves. It feels good to pass another scooty with a higher cc than mine. And I drove passed a few :-). My brother said once I mastered driving a scooty, he’d teach me how to ride a bike. Can’t wait!

And at work, I could finally complete entering the data of my findings my supervisor has been telling me to do before he gets back. He has been away taking the students for a class trip, and will be back next week.

I came home. We have a new maid. She doesn’t speak Mizo, and I don’t speak Hindi :-) And so, my evening was cooking which included lots of action and the “thoda thoda” Hindi that I could speak (hehe). We both enjoyed laughing at what we were trying to say.

End of the day, here I am, feeling content. My mistake was, I looked for happiness in others. I waited for someone or something to make my day. Sure I’ve got friends and family, who cares for me. But I realized that I should not depend on anyone, or on anything, because such things have limits. And I’m one of those people, who get bored when things remain so constant. I guess I’ve found myself today. And I’m the only one responsible, for my failure or success; my sadness or happiness.

I’m my best friend, and I’m my worst enemy

It all happened, when I accidentally dropped my phone in a steaming hot agar medium which I had just taken out from the microwave oven for my laboratory work. An agar medium is slimy and sticky, liquid while its hot, but gradually solidifies as it cools.

I gave the phone for repair to one of my brother’s friend’s shop, not very far from my house. He was kind enough to lend me an extra phone of his, a Nokia N83, and asked me to keep my phone overnight. But I missed my phone, a normal Nokia 6300, not even a hi-fi better quality phone could take its place. I got it back the next day, the LCD and something else was changed. But since then, it has’nt been the same. I had to take it back to the shop several times, even the salespersons would give a ‘I know why she’s here again – smile’ whenever I entered the shop :-).

One day it would show a black display, and on other days, the music player would just not work, and sometimes the alarm would go off an hour late. There was also a time when one could not hear my voice through the phone, it was a problem with the speaker system. These were all repaired.... until.. the PQRS keypad failed me!

So, first of all, here’s a good excuse to all my friends, complaining that I never reply their sms. *grin*

Try to think of making up a sentence without using these letters, can you? See, I’m telling you, it’s hard! But the creative me (coughs) have used sms slangs like ‘thnx’ for ‘thanks’, ‘GM’ for ‘Good Morning’, ‘Vodka' for 'Voksa' (lolzzz..JK!)etc plus, I found out that it’s much easier to modify Mizo sentences rather than English.

‘In atangin I chhuak tawh em?’ rather than ‘Have you StaRted fRom home?’

‘I hman tawh em?’ rather than ‘aRe you Ready?’

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Argghh, I just can’t think of anymore examples right now, as it is, it is already a pain in the a** :-D

And most of the time, I find myself ‘almost’ losing patience trying to click that keypad just once, JUST ONCE so that my sentence would be complete. The other day, I tried to type ‘sports’, only OT came. Haha! “kan OT a” :-D

Now, I’ve given up trying. IF I cannot think of a sentence without pqrs at the first thought, then I’d rather call, than type.

Don’t tell me to buy a new phone, unless you're willing to buy me one ;-), I think I can still manage with my 2 years old Nokia 6300. And in case, if you plan to buy me one (hehe), I would like to have the same model *grin*..... which reminds me, my annoying but loving cousin brother Kima a.k.a illusion in the air still owes me a cute laptop mouse!