Testimonial for a Friend on Orkut

Uh Yeah. I am like back after a long time, I just was just going through my testimonials and I felt that I need to save my testimonials just in case, I cannot access my orkut account, or my account gets hacked, or the worse that I myself accidentally delete my entire profile with 29k+ scraps and testimonials from my chums. :O

so here are the testimonials from my chums. Thats just about it. hehe :D

Ok this is the first one :D hehe

Yeah I have removed their nicknames for sake of their privacy sorta thingy. :D

Update:I found a great website has a lot of testimonials that are ready to post. Particularly the love testimonial touched my heart. Website is www.orkut-testimonial.blogspot.com





































Oh and btw, I got inspired by Ken to do this thing, People are crazy haha :O

Lots of Venom,
Tanzy.

Fighting Your Own Demons

I think that fighting your own demons is the most difficult battle one has to face... The demons are: uncertainty, aggressiveness, low self-esteem, selfishness, fear,jealousy, greed, pride... all weaknesses. It is funny, but it is the most frustrating of it all. When it's yourself you can`t control, it tastes bitter than any defeat.

Oct 18, 2010

In which I Work to Move On

Ahem. So work.

Well I never knew that I am a workaholic and I still don’t know :D

Let me tell you of what my daily schedule is:

5:20 am: Wake up

5:25 am: Snooze

5:30 am: Wake Up (punch punch)

5:31 am: Turn the geyser on

5:31 and half second later: Go back to sleep

5:35 am: Take bath

5:45 am: Recite the holy book (yeah yeah… this pixie once in a day transforms into angel-like and does somewhat good)

5:50 am: Offer Prayers to GOD ALMIGHTLY (yeah yeah I am not an atheist after all, I require to keep God pleased and happy with me, so that he peppers all his shiny shiny and bright and sparkling things on me :D)

6:00 am: Snooze again

6:30 am: Wake up have tea and butter (butter here are biscuits and not butter-butter which is full of fat and blah)

(in the meantime) idk what I do

7:00 am: Arrive at office

-work *laugh* work

-work *sing* work

*coffee break*

-work *rant* work

-work *jabber* work

*gobble others lunch*

-work *hum* work

-work *yell* work

and seriously people, I love to work and work and work

What exactly this “work” is will be reveled in the next post :D

So today after a long time, or better I put it this way.

Today for the first time in my life, after this workaholic Tanzy phase, I had a visit to “The Library”

And I for some reason feel that I am missing out on something, the library hark backs me of my love for reading and how I missed reading and that I should study my college books and not fiction etcetera and this also smacks me of how Sharon is behaving now a days, as she is getting “it all”, she hardly has time for me, her academics, her nick, her things and baah (and oh don’t worry, I’m cool with that) If she’s got no time for me, I have been through tougher times, I can live exclusive of her.

You learn to move on. And moving on is the “mantra” for life.

Now you move on from this post and let me move on and take some forty winks :D

Nighty Night :D

In which I am the "murderer" :|

People I am back... yay... yes... I am back back... literally back...

Do you need any more proof for me to prove tat I am back?? Eh??

Well this single post dated today means that I am back. At least back for some time or whatsoever…

SO let me give a brief of what happened after me climbing out of the cave thingy…

I was charged for premeditated brutal homicide - was behind the bars.. and at the very moment I am behind the bars, but just to have a lil contact thingy with you guys, and keep you updated on my stuff, I bribed this patrol guy, hence I am using his lappy and jotting all this down as fast as I can

I used to see him come to the washroom every night, and I was like... omg toot toot

So I killed him and if you think I am a murderer, then yes I am...

And yes besides doing nothing in the cell, I am full time working… and I would totally effin love to blabber and swank about work in the next post..

Keep reading and spread the smile :D

Oh and apologies for not finishing my-murdering-a-living-being story.. am quite in a hurry you see....

The jailor has arrived and I need to give the lappy back :p (lame excuse, but u know I love you for believing me :D)

Muaah

Yes a tiny video as a token of my laav for all of you. These teeny weeny kitties are the awwww of the day.. :D

Btw you may ask of … whom did I kill or slaughter or murder… It was a roach *flashes her muscles*

I have this knack that I can smell cockroaches anywhere, if they are present in the room I am also present, I would know that he is around just cuz of I know which perfume he uses :| . [Oh but that’s other story]

I prefer the most beautiful poetry

I prefer movies.
I prefer cats.
I prefer the oaks along the Warta.
I prefer Dickens to Dostoyevsky.
I prefer myself liking people
to myself loving mankind.
I prefer keeping a needle and thread on hand, just in case.
I prefer the color green.
I prefer not to maintain
that reason is to blame for everything.
I prefer exceptions.
I prefer to leave early.
I prefer talking to doctors about something else.
I prefer the old fine-lined illustrations.
I prefer the absurdity of writing poems
to the absurdity of not writing poems.
I prefer, where love's concerned, nonspecific anniversaries
that can be celebrated every day.
I prefer moralists
who promise me nothing.
I prefer the earth in civvies.
I prefer conquered to conquering countries.
I prefer having some reservations.
I prefer the hell of chaos to the hell of order.
I prefer Grimms' fairy tales to the newspapers' front pages.
I prefer leaves without flowers to flowers without leaves.
I prefer dogs with uncropped tails.
I prefer light eyes, since mine are dark.
I prefer desk drawers.
I prefer many things that I haven't mentioned here
to many things I've also left unsaid.
I prefer zeroes on the loose
to those lined up behind a cipher.
I prefer the time of insects to the time of stars.
I prefer to knock on wood.
I prefer not to ask how much longer and when.
I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility
that existence has its own reason for being.
~Wislawa Szymborska