…and I still haven’t kept up my promise (self-made) of brightening up my site and writing on a regular basis. This month has been worse than the last, infact; Mr.Xu seems to be writing more in his comments than I write on the actual blog posts. Such a shame! It probably didnt help that I got taken in by the greyness again the latter part of this month; the drab colors of the site appeal to me again, which means I am further away from brightening it than I was in the summery months gone by.

Works coming along; I can’t really claim that I am too busy working to be doing other necessary things like writing, designing, calling people or other general stuff . This list also includes REALLY essential stuff like laundry; washing at the last minute, not having time to iron my clothes and running around at 6am trying to find a tidy shirt to wear has become routine now. It has had a very interesting effect on my already-unfashionable wardrobe; I end up wearing unfathomable combinations and ‘old-man’ like sweater-vests on days when I am too lazy to find a tie to match. Oh well. It’s not like my sex-appeal was surging up anways. As long as I appear tidy at work (Xu keeps saying I need to dress better to impress at work, but hey, to each his own), I think I’ll live like this for a while. I did promise myself (yes, yes, I never learn that I never keep my promises) that from next week I am going to clean up my act and lead a healthier, more efficient life. Kinda like Bridget I suppose.

Strange things keep happening. I kept running into this girl all day last Wednesday. She’s interesting; an architect-type who unfortunately happens to be from Gujju-land again. (yes, she be Patel). Lord-knows I have enough Gujju’s in my life already :-p (Holla at my cricket buddies!)

Speaking of which, cricket probably finally came to an end last weekend. We lost in the semifinal-type round of the 20/20 championship; another dissapointing, yet entertaining, loss after such intial promise. Oh well, as they say in Jet-land, there is always next season.

And speaking of football (I love how I am forming connecting thoughts here), I went to my first NFL game last Monday night. It was the Giants vs the Saints, the special Katrina relief MNF game. Pretty awesome. Ronak assured me that my FOB quotient dropped a bit after the game. Fuckin A. I love me some football!!! (Thought the JETs are gonna stink this season, and the Jints are gonna be so-so). I loved the atmosphere at the game, and we got decent deats too (higher level, but right over the 50yrd line). It was pretty funny that my friend got us some cold-korean noodles for dinner; it just tickled my rib that the first complete meal I had purely with chopsticks (coz we forgot to bring forks) happened to be at a freakin’ pigskin game. Hilarious. That picture resides as the wallpaper of my new black RAZR (which I love and have been meaning to post a pic of for the past month) for now.

Aah, and speaking of all things Asians, I keep trying to figure out how Asian people who come State-side pick the ‘English’ names they go by. You know, the Julias and the Cindys and the ‘call me John’s? Not that there is anything wrong with that; it makes it very easy to remember and avoids a lot of name-hacking. It still intrigues me though, and flat-out amuses me when the new names have nothing in common with the old names (you’d think they would choose names that were phonetically close or start with the same letter, or somthing; like Gregorian becoming George, etc.). Like the first sentence of the second paragraph of the second section of this NY Times article . I was reading it in Xu’s cube, and nearly fell over in the chair trying to stifle my laughter when I read about “Chung Keung Wong, who is known as Michael” How, how, how do you come up with that? (I promise Im not trying to be racist or anything; this is just one of those things about this mad, mad world that completely bemuses/befuddles me sometimes).

Whew, I seem to be all over the place, don’t I. Random ramblings are better than missing musings anyways, I suppose. I keep telling myself that I will write when I get home, but to hell with it, I’ll just write when I get some time at work ofcourse. Hopefully that’s not too unprofessional.