It’s done. The tender is finally out of the door. Suddenly I realized that there are other things to life! So, taking a day off tomorrow to recover and do some serious NOTHING!
As I was preparing to pack the last bits and pieces into the tender box, the louder than usual noise of the jet engines brought me to the window. There were a number of military jets doing little stunts in the air, which culminated in a cloud of red smoke. I wonder what this is all about. Well, tomorrow is Indian Republic day… But I doubt that our Air Force would do something like that to honour Indian republic. Besides, the smoke would have been green, white and orange, lol. I honestly can’t think of any special occasion to merit such a display of air conquering.
Queuing at Ramada Signal today I came to the conclusion that driving styles and techniques are predetermined by one’s nationality and/or occupation. For example: Western people would mostly follow the rules and stick to the appropriate lane according to the direction they’re going. Indian people would usually hesitate when choosing lanes, which often results in them jumping from one lane to another trying to figure out which one moves faster, wrecking absolute havoc in bumper to bumper traffic. Local Arab people invent their own lanes (sometimes borrowing lanes from oncoming traffic, roadside, or simply making 5 lanes out of 2). Other Arab people fill in the empty spaces in any of the above scenarios. Taxi drivers honk in unison the moment the lights turn amber. I think they want to remind us that while we just happen to be there, THEY on the other hand have a job to do. Policemen usually drive faster and more dangerous than anyone else. Or, alternatively, 10 km below the speed limit, making everyone one else double check their speedometers. Ambulances, Civil Defense, Fire Engines, etc (whatever has a siren and is in a hurry, except Police) have the uncanny ability to generate most traffic in front of them.
And of course I absolutely have to share the following with you all: After beating Croat Ivan Ljubicic in quarterfinals yesterday, Baghdatis is hungry for more! Argentine, watch out!
Then again, maybe he is just hungry?
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And what is your style? :)
Marcos is your hero... Crazy :-/
Doing nothing is the best thing... are you sure that you can do it well? I can teach you some... ;-)
Have a nice day, milaya Aunt :P