thats 20 days since i last blogged..the acronym thingy shamelessly copied from princess diaries..read two over the weekend, thats three in all, borrowed from the children's section of elore ;) Having serious doubts on my mental growth. But those books are awesome, really. Women of the world, I recommend Meg Cabot. I'm hardly good at book reiviews so won't attempt one.
I'm moving jobs. well, almost. still have to get the resignation process rolling.  Two new jobs in a span of three months. i've seen quite a few raised eyebrows. plenty of advice as well.  not entirely unexpected, I know .Dad and Mom are freaked out, but as always , they've been absolute darlings about it and left it to me. Tell you what, sometimes its crazy the amount of trust they have in me, and inspite of my proving it wrong, once atleast..And they never held those mistakes against me either..No prophetic we_told_you_so's, .just solid unconditional support, and have i come out of it faster and stronger for that. Just makes me wish i make as good a parent as they are(well my parenting dreams will suffice for another post, though with a totally undesired risk of chasing a certain somebody off life) ..Anyways, no denying its weird. And it could be suicidal, if it turns out to be the wrong decision. But you know what, odds are it isnt. I wanna put a disclaimer in here and say i'm going to come back running, for support if it doesnt work out..But my highly developed piscean intution(grab a linda goodman, you) says thats an impossibility..And so i can afford whatever arrogance/thickheadedness(dude says its not the right word) u might see today. It perfectly fits the bill for my so-far-elusive dream job. And i aint even asking for much. just something that wont let what little there is of my grey cells rest and rust...Therez the added atrraction of the harder chase, coz getting in was hardly a cakewalk. And its not like i'm this ever so discontent new gen techie. who is blind to how lucky she is to be here in the first place... in fact i can be content so easily , they call me the queen of complacensy..But you'd  have to be dumb to shy away from this...Yes, i have it all sorted out in the mind, i'm takign the plunge, but i still have my fingers tightly crossed..This resignation process itself is so exhausting, its worse than the interview ..sigh..and hell lots of things to handle ..like a payback to the present employer..and wonder where i'm going to raise as much..alrite, no cribbing on the money front..i ought to be tied up and smacked if i crib bout money henceforth..but thats not all, this place is like the other side of the world..and that means foresaking
1)all the goodies of living with friends, having folks to spoil u big time when ur laid up in bed, even with a nasty 2 day old cold, late-nite gossip sessions with 'em, having people u can bitch to bout u_know_who and  rest assured that they'll forget it as soon as i will
2) proximity to "town", dunno if thats a plus or minus, more of the latter i guess
and this one takes the cake ..
3) a less 'vivi'd life ..no more lunch and dinner meets, and have we been religious bout that!! no more wake_up_ass morning visits..no more romo-walks at nite..sniff sniff.. :( hats off to whoever said win some lose some..ofcourse practical sense dictates that its part of the deal, inevitable someday and all that..but what good is sense when you miss somebody so much you think you'd burst if you take it a second longer . No good at all, really. Need to run now, this is raw unedited stuff. But nowhere else to put it, so ..

i smell/reek/stink of menz deo, having tried too many of those while gift hunting for pashu..i asked two of our common friends for opinions, one of whom is trying to mislead me (to get back at pashu for having led me into buying a 'not too proper' gift for him)..and the other whoz pushing his own prefs coz being the recipient's roomie, he gets to use/share whatever i gift ..me have finally decided to go by my tastes, and that might just end up being the most disastrous option. God help pashu.