* When I'm bored, I daydream. Today, I had an excellent dream--sometime around ten this morning--about a new and improved rickshaw system. Basically, you go to a pole, with buttons on it--saying rickshaw or taxi or bus. You press the button and within minutes, an automated rickshaw comes to you. You enter your co-ordinates, the GPRS is configured with Google Maps and it takes you where you want to go. Also, as I lay awake thinking about it, I figured out the payment could be a sort of debit card system. You put in, say, Rs 2,000 into your public transport account, and give your fingerprints. Each rickshaw or taxi has a fingerprint panel and when you put yours on it, it deducts the fare from your account. AND, if you use the system enough, you'd have a 'Favourites' panel which means you don't have to enter the address again and again. You could just press 'Home' or 'Zenzi' or 'Friend's House' and it would take you there. I'm a genius.
* I have INJURIES, speaking of rickshaws, those Fiends Of Death. The other day, I was in one, going to a party and the driver was insane and we almost died five hundred times and then he braked really suddenly and I got thrown forward and my shin hit the barrier thing and the pain was so intense, I thought I was going to die. Now it's scabby and I have to shave my leg around it and it hurts to touch and meh.
* I am quite the globetrotter this next month and a half. First to Delhi to pay homage to several people. Then back here, briefly and then.. the UK! So exciting. Only I haven't gotten my ticket and visa stuff done yet, and JC's all relaaaaaaaaaax, it'll be okay and if it was possible to smack someone on the head through MSN, I would do it. The thing is, we planned to be together on Valentine's Day which is less than a month away and we planned for me NOT to be jetlagged on Valentine's Day, which means the latest I should aim to reach is the 11th. Sigh. Hyperventilation type things are happening. Although since I plan to be there for about three weeks, I'm fully going to hit all the Famous People's Houses--Austen, Shakespeare, Freud--anyone else you can think of? I've only been to England once before, when I was nineteen, and only for a couple of days, but my sustaining memories include GREYCOLDWET. I've got my fingers crossed for global warming. I'm so used to living in a tropical city now, that this 33/18 degree weather we're having now, makes me carry a stole around and use a light quilt at night. I've become such a wuss, I embarrass myself.
* This long distance thing sucks in many ways but my silver lining is that I seem to have lost weight. My friend came up with a theory about "sex weight"-- basically if you're having regular sex, you become more filled out and so on, something about the hormones. I thought people who had regular sex lost weight because of the exercise. On the other hand, I did grow an ass during my relationship and now I fill out the back of my jeans, which is nice. Does sex weight exist? Weigh in (heh) in the comments section.
*Chrisann's wedding was uber fun. Ira and I went to the church ceremony together and then rushed back home to change for the reception. The bride looked beautiful, the food and music was awesome, AND Ira caught the bouquet! Heh. They just got back from the 'moon in Bali and I'm looking forward to seeing them tonight at Vie. Friends weddings have become so normal for me now, I feel a little old.
Okay now my hunger takes over and I'm going to do some vegging in front of the TV. Have a good weekend!