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i had had a shitty day. and proceded to try and make it better by knocking back vodka neat. but that didn't help. Got home drunk , tired, throughly wasted, knowing i had to wake up early the next day and go thru it again. Then i got a message which said, that my horoscope for the next day was that it was a day of fame and gain. and it was right. that morning was a rush, that morning i gained what i needed ( access to information ) and became famous ( or infamous, i had this guy keeping tabs on my whereabout all day to prevent me from doing any nefarious activities. ) whoda thunk it would actually work. last night was 'rockin'. mum has take the art worl by storm by tieing up with wills lifestyle and haveing a blow out show. you couldnt walk 5 steps without hitting a camera attached to a reporter. mum was glowing , jamal was sweetly sozzled, pri was her usual mix of wideeyed and super cool. and me.. i just played with my oranges all evening. the after party was great too. kababas at karims, funky desery ( what as that funny taste in the chocolate mooshy thing? ) and then late night coffe at marine plaza looking out at marine drive. on a side note i'm amazed at how well connected and organized the ismaily network is. finaly at the end of the evening we walked back. that was a very good call on my part. i'll exploring the south next week, the office is sending me to pondy and trivandrum. but for now, folks leaving on saturday night, and chachu's got somehthing up his sleeve for sunday.
all's well that ends well, they always say...and how true it is. I'm back from london, very jet lagged but with that warm glow of satisfaction. Just that last day made an otherwise good trip great. Nice family lunch. chocolate shopping. first meeting cromwell and 10 mins later dragging him out to the pub... the duke of york - cromwell,radha, ach, mandy, sarah, drake, matt and the two turkish girls. great steak. sheesha and bacgammon. brandy and horlicks! and ofcource the resounding "i've missed my flight" at 6am. meeting with sim's dear sweet dad at the airport. and finally , after all these years , ending up sitting next to a pritty girl who i actually know on the plane, by sheer coincidence! and then gettin very hammered, the sweet airhostess urges me to hang on to my water, cause i'll "need it later".
welcome to london. on the flight over i realised ive been coming here on and off since i was 12. 4 uk visa's in my current passport.so far its been more of a holiday, since the real meetings haven't started yet. first one tomorrow. Tonight i noticed that when i meet old friend i revert back to the way i was when i was actually with them. not always a good things. some things never change and some things do. i think i've managed to do both. here's to memories you will never forget , and those you will try hard to. cheers
A BOTTLE OF CHAMPAGNE. is good. mayeb a little more than a bottle, but either ways, puts you in that state of mind where things just seems better. you realise your weaknesses, and know how to play up your strenghts. oh, and unfortunately.... i can't dance.
visas. i'm trying to get my UK visa. and right now i'm in limbo till monday evening about whats up with it. remmeebr the good old days... when you actually went to the consulate and not some glorified courier services called the ' visa facilitation service' . when if you had traveled before, extensively even, it was ok if you didn't have every single docuemnt under the sun with you. when the chappie who took your documents actually knew if you had given them the right ones or not. " do you want to submit any more docuements?" " are there any more required?" " i'm only supposed to ask you if you want to submit any more docuemnts... it's procedure" ggaaahhhhhh. on a better note i'm reading the ramayana series by a.j.banker. very very cool. also a new ken follet is out. and finally for all you firangi's ... I hear a story that the latest harry potter is out. tru or false?