Wow. Is about all I have to say. I left for Dubai last week for my cousin's wedding and just got back. Yes, Dubai. Yes, the place that everyone is like, "OMG! Dubai?!" Yes, Dubai. My family lived there LONG before the Burj, the Palm Island, and even before Tiger Woods became the paradigm of golfing. And as always, I LOVED it. LOVED it. It was so hard to come home (SF), because in a way, even though I never officially lived there, it has always been home to me. I bawled like a baby the night I left. My entire family had gathered at my uncle's place for the SatyaNarayan puja and to see them all sitting there, and me having to leave it, was heartbreaking.
This trip was so wonderful because:
-All 11 of the late Sumitra Rao's grandchildren were under one roof for the first time in about 20 years.
-The wedding was the pompest, poshest blast EVER! Backdrop of your wedding being the Burj AND fireworks, what?!
-Everything for everyone was catered to, down to the breakfast in the hotel
-And so many other things, I'm too tired to name. Pictures will go up soon.
Oh, Dubai. I left part of my heart there...
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Thursday, March 13, 2008
How I got engaged - Story and ring detail... and other updates
I kind of suck at this blogging thing. The problem is that I'm so damn busy....work, training for a marathon; getting engaged, etc... lots to think about.
So, marathon training is going well, you can read about it here. I'm really proud of myself though, didn't think I had the gusto to do it, but now, I love running. And so far, for the $100 sign-up fee, I have a personal trainer three times a week, and a lovely tour of San Francisco/Marin. I've ran down the Embarcadero; Beach Chalet, Lands End, Chrissy Fields, Blackies Pasture, out by Stinson Beach ... I've seen and experienced all areas in less than 2 months. Amazing.
Work is going well also. I just got moved to the Xbox account, which is quite fascinating, so that is very cool to work with. Also, I've begun to master most of what my agency likes in the media department so that is very cool when everyone trusts you to do everything. It also leads to being asked to do more stuff, but I guess that's a good thing in the long run. I always thought I wanted to do something to "better" society; i.e. - work in a school; be a doctor etc... but then I fell in love with advertising. And although I'm not doing an extraordinary thing, I believe that what I am doing, I'm attempting to be extraordinary at it, so that should be enough, right?
And lastly, engagement story and what the ring looks like:
I train on Saturday mornings for my marathon; so on this particular Saturday (Feb 23); I came home to UGS sitting on the couch watching television. I sat down with him, talked about plans for the day, decided to be lazy and not do anything and then said I was going to shower. He said, "no, don't go yet, just hang out on the sofa..." Okay. So, instead of showering, I said, "well, I'm hungry, I'll make breakfast, do you want anything." He said, "oh, we'll eat later, I'll make you breakfast, let's just hang out on the couch." Okay... and then as we are hanging out on the couch watching television (side note - we were watching my favorite television show "Girlfriends," and he wasn't complaining... SO should have figured something was up!) and he started saying some really nice things: "I love you" "Life is so great with you" etc. To my credit, I thought it was a bit weird, but figured he was having a moment so to just listen and not be all girly and be like, "WHY?! What's up? Why are you saying these things...?" And then, he all of a sudden got up off of the couch, on to the floor, kneeling in front of me. Still no bells ringing. So I look at him and say, "Dude, what are you doing? Where you going?" And he said, "I'm going no where, I'm right here..." and then all of a sudden, I see him on his knee and putting his hand in his pocket and then ... OH MY GOD! In my head: "Oh my god, this is like so happening RIGHT NOW!!!" And then he asked me to do him the honor of saying yes to being his wife (or something of the sort, everything from that moment till about 5 minutes later is a blur)... I said, "of course" hugged him, we both were smiling and then he left the room... to go get the two dozen roses and a bottle of champagne. Yes! And then he told me about the night he had planned: drinks at The Carnelian Room and then dinner at Le Colonial. And all this, in a limo! Amazing, amazing evening. Great food, excellent times.
The ring, it's pretty, you have to come see me to see the ring. :)
And that's the story. Nice, huh?
So, marathon training is going well, you can read about it here. I'm really proud of myself though, didn't think I had the gusto to do it, but now, I love running. And so far, for the $100 sign-up fee, I have a personal trainer three times a week, and a lovely tour of San Francisco/Marin. I've ran down the Embarcadero; Beach Chalet, Lands End, Chrissy Fields, Blackies Pasture, out by Stinson Beach ... I've seen and experienced all areas in less than 2 months. Amazing.
Work is going well also. I just got moved to the Xbox account, which is quite fascinating, so that is very cool to work with. Also, I've begun to master most of what my agency likes in the media department so that is very cool when everyone trusts you to do everything. It also leads to being asked to do more stuff, but I guess that's a good thing in the long run. I always thought I wanted to do something to "better" society; i.e. - work in a school; be a doctor etc... but then I fell in love with advertising. And although I'm not doing an extraordinary thing, I believe that what I am doing, I'm attempting to be extraordinary at it, so that should be enough, right?
And lastly, engagement story and what the ring looks like:
I train on Saturday mornings for my marathon; so on this particular Saturday (Feb 23); I came home to UGS sitting on the couch watching television. I sat down with him, talked about plans for the day, decided to be lazy and not do anything and then said I was going to shower. He said, "no, don't go yet, just hang out on the sofa..." Okay. So, instead of showering, I said, "well, I'm hungry, I'll make breakfast, do you want anything." He said, "oh, we'll eat later, I'll make you breakfast, let's just hang out on the couch." Okay... and then as we are hanging out on the couch watching television (side note - we were watching my favorite television show "Girlfriends," and he wasn't complaining... SO should have figured something was up!) and he started saying some really nice things: "I love you" "Life is so great with you" etc. To my credit, I thought it was a bit weird, but figured he was having a moment so to just listen and not be all girly and be like, "WHY?! What's up? Why are you saying these things...?" And then, he all of a sudden got up off of the couch, on to the floor, kneeling in front of me. Still no bells ringing. So I look at him and say, "Dude, what are you doing? Where you going?" And he said, "I'm going no where, I'm right here..." and then all of a sudden, I see him on his knee and putting his hand in his pocket and then ... OH MY GOD! In my head: "Oh my god, this is like so happening RIGHT NOW!!!" And then he asked me to do him the honor of saying yes to being his wife (or something of the sort, everything from that moment till about 5 minutes later is a blur)... I said, "of course" hugged him, we both were smiling and then he left the room... to go get the two dozen roses and a bottle of champagne. Yes! And then he told me about the night he had planned: drinks at The Carnelian Room and then dinner at Le Colonial. And all this, in a limo! Amazing, amazing evening. Great food, excellent times.
The ring, it's pretty, you have to come see me to see the ring. :)
And that's the story. Nice, huh?
Monday, February 25, 2008
Woot-woot!
Is about all I can write to describe how I'm feeling right now. Yes kids, I'm engaged. And not only engaged, engaged to the most perfect person I know. I'm so, so, so happy. And happy is such a bad word, because it doesn't even relay the glow that is probably coming off of my face right now. I can't stop smiling, all sappy songs on the radio have meaning and I'm blinded everytime I look down at my finger. Wow. Wow. Wow. Yay!!!
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
One Year
So I started this blog a year ago... today (date-wise, not day-wise - that always confused me...). And what? I moved to San Francisco, lost a loved one, kind of blogged here and there, then got really busy with weddings, work, family, etc. That doesn't really give me an excuse not for blogging, but really, I wasn't just feeling it. As I read back on my posts, the one thought that runs in my head is, "What the H was I blogging about?" Some posts are okay, some are helpful, and some are just dumb. I think dumb posts are okay, but I was getting more notches in the dumb belt then any other belt.
So, now what? I'm going to try this blogging thing again, and perhaps I'll be more honest. Honest in the sense of actually writing what I'm thinking about, instead of holding it in and not writing it, afraid of who is reading this. It's been a year, and a lot has happened. I'm in a better place, so I think I'll make another go at this. Here is to 2008!
So, now what? I'm going to try this blogging thing again, and perhaps I'll be more honest. Honest in the sense of actually writing what I'm thinking about, instead of holding it in and not writing it, afraid of who is reading this. It's been a year, and a lot has happened. I'm in a better place, so I think I'll make another go at this. Here is to 2008!
Friday, October 5, 2007
Hmmm....
So Britney. I love her... she keeps me entertained and amused with all her mishaps. And while I root for her (barely) to come back and be that writhing force on the dance floor with snakes and body glitter... a part of me (a very small, very bitchy part) is almost giddy. Yes, giddy. Giddy that she danced on stage at the VMAs as a "fat pig" as some of the media outlets called her, giddy with the fact that she's having issues raising her kids, her divorce was not all hush hush and that surprise(!), she fights with her family. Openly. Now, as much all this makes her real, she's taken it to a fairly trashy level. I was still hoping, hoping that she'd come back. And the VMAs happened. For those of you that don't remember:
Yeah... wow... but you know, second chances ya'll... second chances. So I was hoping that the video for this song (that is doing surprisingly well) would rock it out. Like, "I'm a Slave For U..." remember that? It was hot:
So... here it is... the video for "Gimmie More":
OMG... yuck. Thoughts?
Yeah... wow... but you know, second chances ya'll... second chances. So I was hoping that the video for this song (that is doing surprisingly well) would rock it out. Like, "I'm a Slave For U..." remember that? It was hot:
So... here it is... the video for "Gimmie More":
OMG... yuck. Thoughts?
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Memories
6 years ago today, at 8:42AM - I was a senior in college at IU. Sitting on my couch in my apartment, eating breakfast of lox and cream cheese on a bagel, watching Good Morning America, and contemplating whether I wanted to skip my 10:10AM Psychology class.
At 8:46A - there was an interruption to the program - a plane had just "run into" North Tower of the World Trade Center. The broadcasters at the time were wondering if it were an accident, issues with the plane navigation...
At 9:02A - everyone's fears were confirmed - this was no accident, a second plane hit the South Tower, with the cameras still rolling.
The rest of the day was a blur of news stories, friends coming over, parents calling, consipiracy theories and finger pointing as to who, what, and mainly, why?
Today, I woke up in a very different place and it struck me how much as changed since that day, 6 years ago. They way we think, feel, assume, and live, is all shaped by what happened that day; in that span of less than half an hour.
I will be using this day as one to reflect and remember. How about you?
At 8:46A - there was an interruption to the program - a plane had just "run into" North Tower of the World Trade Center. The broadcasters at the time were wondering if it were an accident, issues with the plane navigation...
At 9:02A - everyone's fears were confirmed - this was no accident, a second plane hit the South Tower, with the cameras still rolling.
The rest of the day was a blur of news stories, friends coming over, parents calling, consipiracy theories and finger pointing as to who, what, and mainly, why?
Today, I woke up in a very different place and it struck me how much as changed since that day, 6 years ago. They way we think, feel, assume, and live, is all shaped by what happened that day; in that span of less than half an hour.
I will be using this day as one to reflect and remember. How about you?
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