I f*ckin HATE being ditched!

Hey yaars,

If the title didn't give any indication of how I feel, I'll tell you right now that I'm semi-pissed.

I was working till 8 last friday at the R.C. and thought it would be nice to hook up with some buddies for dinner, perhaps a movie, or whatever for an hour or two. At like 12 I got to work, quickly texted and e-mailed my friends to inform them of my impromptu plans. You'd think 8 hours would be ample notice for at least a reply. Obviously I was wrong.

Waiting till like 8:45, I though it would be stupid to stay and left for home. Still thinking I might get some sort of reply I left my cell till like 11, at which point I called it a night, not sure what to think.

To be fair, I did believe that it was perhaps possible to ascertain a response the next day, cuz you never know, people DO get busy at times. Nothing. It wasn't until MONDAY that I got a response, with one of the buddies giving a somewhat reasonable reason, referring to a previous conversation where they thought of going out of town. Not sure if this was a cheaply made up excuse or the truth, I decided to perceive it as the latter and figured it was no biggie. The other buddy in question has yet to reply, and has some 'splaining to do, though I did think there was ONE reasonable reason for their lack of reply.

So I moved on, finally decided to go to classes on Tuesday. Seeing as how I was done at 4, I checked out the Eaton Centre and did a little perusing throughout the downtown core. It hit me that it might once again be cool to hang out. So I sent out the obligatory texts, and waited, and waited some more. Of COURSE I wasn't getting a response, how stupid was I.

Now it's Wednesday night and I haven't gotten so much as a small text to say hey or anything with regards to anything. This brings me back to the old fury Naveed where I trust absolutely nobody and question any friendly gesture for having ulterior motives. The ditching I could have lived with, it happens. But to be ignored not once, but TWICE? I don't know, maybe it's my desi blood boiling in it's trademark fashion, but it's not something I would ever do, and is ultimately a disrespect. And disrespect is something I DO NOT take lightly.

Stay tuned, I might be a little aggressive and abbrassive the next few days so be warned ;)

Damn you Apple, Damn You to the Rotten Core!

Here I was, thinking that I could live without an Ipod despite having one for a month. Of course I was wrong. After giving it to my brother the previous night, I started to have withdrawal symptoms, and couldn't cope with having to lug around a now "HUGE" mp3-cd player. And seeing as how Future Shop had a coupin for 15% off for the 23rd-25th, I decided to hook myself up with one of these:



The way I even got it is hilarious. Once I got to my local Future Shop (at 10:30), the salesman immediately showed me the display model and once I was unsure on colour, told me that all the blacks are gone and whites are availalbe. Since I couldn't care less on colour, I OK'd the white. Of course with my luck they then couldn't find a 4GB white, and were hence "Sold Out". Dissappointedly I walked out when out of nowhere, a middle aged brown salesman runs yelling "Sir, Sir, Sir!" and offers to sell one of his black 4GB nanos to me. I assume he's doing this to collect commission but I couldn't care less. He took like 10 minutes to get the refund processed for his original purchase, and while selling it to me, was becoming VERY annoying on insisting on extended warranty for $24. I'm not for warranties and if it weren't for the fact that the Nano was rare as hell to find, I would have left, but I persisted on my no's and left. Quickly downloading songs to it and going to work. Let's just say I got quite a few stares as I put it down to buy some smokes at Union Station (the smokes weren't for me, I swear!).

Yes I am an Apple sucker now. The thing is so damn tiny! It even makes the Mini look big! My only beef with it is how easily scratched it can get, though I have ordered a skin from http://www.decalgirl.com

Though I haven't tried it, other users have been getting great success out of using Brasso to remove scratches. I'll wait till my covers come in before having it get scratched again!

Happy Birthday Zan!

Thursday the 22nd was my brother Zan's 17th birthday. Damn the ogre's getting bigger. Now in order to appease the moms, I had to get him a really good present to make up for the one the year before. I had bought him a cell-phone - which I now use permanently - so to make up for it I had to be doubly wicked this year. Hence I gave hime "My" Ipod MINI I had purchased about a month ago. I figured he'd love it since he whines about carrying a CD player (spoiled brat - I wasn't even allowed to carry a walkman at his age - "You'll get robbed").

So I decide to milk this day for what I can. I kept insisting that I hadn't bought anything, apologized profusely all day and said I'd hook him up soon. All that talk even led to my mother and myself getting into a HUGE argument about how cheap and selfish I was. Believe me it was VERY hard to not break the facade at that point, but my OAC Drama class instincts kept me going. Stanislawski would be proud!

The plan was to take him to his favourite restaurant, Lahore Tikka House, and then off to the Jays game. Of course his lack of present from either me or mom (she gave him a crisp $50 note) kinda had him bummed and he said he just wanted McDonald's. Along with that, he didn't want to go to the game because of a load of homework. So in order get away from the depressive household (which I admit I partially created), I headed off to the Jays game alone.

Now I know the point of going to a baseball game is to actually watch the game, but I found myself chilling in the box office with co-workers/friends/crew/posse. Once I got there I thought it might be to lame to sit alone in the stadium so chilled at the cool end. Surprisingly I wasn't alone, as Renee was doing the exact same thing (mind you she was actually working till like 7, unlike yours truly). We all chillaxed, until finally the game neared it's end and I decided to jet before traffic. And to be all gentlemanly, I offered and succeeded in dropping Renee home (She lives like 10 mintues away from my place, so it wasn't like I was being sleazy or anything!). On the way back we discussed all sorts of stuff from family bonds, to G-Unit, to how great this season was and how we'd all like to keep in touch during the off season.

Once I got home I unleashed the Mini on my brother. He was SHOCKED. He initially thought that I had bought him the MINI before going to the game out of guilt of not getting him a gift. But the fact that the ipod was loaded with music changed his mind. He was stoked and super happy, though I warned if he f*cks up Calculus this term, I'll f*ck HIM up for having me throw that kinda money for a gift!

Eventful day I must say, but great nonetheless!

Out of the cellar, into the doldrums!

Howdy world!

Yes I know long time no write, but I'll try my best. Now I know why blog's are seldom updated, it's hard work!

I'll try posting stories as I can remember them in whatever order I can remember. Everything definitely is decent on the Rathore front, and Pepsi's are to had by all!

So relax, have a drink, and enjoy!

Monday Madness (or lack thereof)

After spending the remnants of the previous night watching an Indian movie (No Entry - it's HILARIOUS), I crashed at 5 and woke up at noon hour. Did the whole Internet thing for an hour, bathed, fashioned my facial hair as best I could (I'm starting to like the stubble moustache), and managed to watch and listen to the previous night's downloads. At about 3:30 PM, headed out to work, rocking the Pakistan cricket shirt, circa 1999 World Cup (the one I love to hate, and hate to love!).

Got down to the R.C., and promplty decided to drop a few on my trademark hot dog from the elderly Polish dude. He commented on my "Pepsi" shirt (Pepsi sponsors the Pakistan team), and thought I was being a shill for pepsi. Let's just say my explanation of national pride was incomprehensible to him, as he still deemed it a pepsi shirt. GRRRRRRR!

Entered the workplace, and as always, gave shout outs to my peeps, so basically everyone! Indulged in interesting, yet forgettable conversation (sorry, I've forgotten), and had Mr. Johnny Mac start our meeting. Nothing out of the ordinary, and when the typical line "Any questions?" came out, I thought I'd kinda kid around and ask something which would get a laugh and educate me on something I genuinely didn't know. Too bad I was stupid enough NOT to know what a Molotov cocktail was! I suppose that's what I get from reading a book on soccer hooligans (When Soccer Explains the World = great read).

Did my chilling, and finally went upstairs to say hello to any newly arriving peeps. Avoided Scott M. , as he's hell bent on stapling my hand for reasons unknown :P , and found a better, but still sore-throated L.A. working within close vicinity of my hood/corner/inside window. In attempt to be kind, yet subtle (I didn't want this taken the wrong way!), I managed to hand off a few of my trademark sore throat fighting supplies I picked up earlier: Salt and Vinegar chips, and a pack of Halls Extra strength (the British imported, strong as f*ck ones!). I'm assuming my gesture was appreciated, but I suppose the true results will come into fruition tomorrow, when the combination of salt, and sore throat ass-whupping halls kick in.

It was a dead day at the windows. Only one sale for 28 bucks today, and a season ticket transfer credit request. Along with that were the usual Gameday/Unused tickets. This was GOOD though, as it allowed me to converse as I do best, WITHOUT distractions ;P About 5 people from upstairs in the groups office showed up. I gabbed with Travis about how to use the "gun" technique to shoot rubber bands, watched Nicola learn to make paper airplanes, and learned more about J-League football from Koji. Good times was had by all.

Once the game had started and a good majority of co-workers had jetted home, I mozied on over to the other end to chat with the superExtraFantastique supervisors, J-Mic and Scooter (a.k.a. Jason and Scott). We ended up gabbing on all things from Oprah, Hurricane Katrina, Oprah being lame for using Hurricane Katrina as fodder for her show, and other topics with little or no connection to each other. And oh yes, we determined that the sickest things you could do for $1 billion would be to either eat a baby alive, or have sex with a 7 year old. How someone could even THINK of these things, I have no idea.

Game ended at around 10:30, where of course we found our team on the losing end of the stick. F'n Miguel Batista blew a 4-3 lead in the bottom of the 9th by first loading the bases and then serving up a grand slam to have us lose 7-4. If the game actually meant something, I might perhaps have thrown a chair, but one F-bomb is enough for today!

Got home, ate, watched an episode of 24, and am now doing this.....that's all for today, I'm off to watch something else from my new stash of pirate treasure (I'm thinking the screener copy of the debut of Everbody Hates Chris would be wicked!)

L8er Gators!

The weekend wrapup (one day late!)

Hey y'all!

Sorry I wasn't able to update the blog, laziness reared it's ugly head, but I'm here for the abbreviated recap.

SATURDAY:

The busiest of the surprisingly slow Yankee weekend (relatively speaking!). Had no problems, but an interesting scenario where the ladies that gave me the Yankees Suck shirt INSISTED that I take a picture of them with the shirt. The only problem was that they wanted me to do it DURING my shift! I got quite the chuckle, with my super cool manager ki-boshing it 'till after the game.

Guess who showed up after the game? My favourite Yankee hating customers! Seeing as I had Cedric waiting for me (for a lift), he obliged and took care of my window whilst I obliged in taking snapshots with the older ladies. Dropped Cedric and J-Mic home, whilst discovering the wonders of chocolate covered bananas. On the way to Jason's, in the course of two minutes we saw:

(a) a cool bar/lounge establishment
(b) unusual street theatre
(c) hobo's asking for spare change
and (d) someone getting arrested

ONLY in his neighbourhood could you see that! Let's just say my brother (who was in the car), might not want to come home with me anymore from jays games!

Finished the night going home, having dinner, and having my mom put me in bed and tuck me in! Though I resisted, believe it or not I was OUT like a light before 11 PM. Damn that motherly touch!


SUNDAY

Stable Yankee game, not too busy and not too slow = JUST RIGHT!!!

Had quite a good chuckle seeing L.A. with her voice totally gone! I know I shouldn't laugh but seeing someone use their own sign language to avoid talking kept me chuckling while awaiting customer @ the inside. To be fair, I DID feel bad, and after worked tried calling to see if I could drop of some soup or something (yes, I'm such a softy). I ended up eating the soup, chicken noodle from Tim Horton's is too hard to resist.

Question of the moment for me:

If Tim Horton's were to start selling weed at their restaurants, would we all become pot smokers? It seems like Tim Horton's has become our national pastttime and ANYTHING new they start to sell becomes an instant success. Be it flavoured coffees, iced cappucinos, soups, bagels, new donuts, etc, etc, etc. I so need to own a Tim Horton's!

Back to reality now. After a majority of sellers left, I scooted on over to the other, more populated side of the box office to gab with all. Got into an interesting discussion with Danielle on various topics from pre-marital sex to religion to honour killings. I can't say I convinced on any matter, but I think I got good points across, whilst learning that I might have to start dating one day (I might be too gangster for it though).

Came on home, caught Family Guy, and downloaded the following items:

(a) Last week's episode of Prison Break
(b) The last two episodes of The Simpsons
(c) The same Family Guy I had just watched (for the Naveed archives)
(d) The new, soon-to-be-released Franz Ferdinand CD - You Could Do So Much Better

God I LOVE the Internet!!!

Ok, so I forgot to update during game!

I would have, had it not been as stable busy as it was. I kept getting customers with various questions, and did my most diligent to help them out. But I must say tonight was one of my favourite shifts EVER!!! Why? Read on.........

There are 3 single, older women (mid to late 30s I would guess), who come quite often to my window after games looking to exchange for better tickets. I usually oblige, and seeing as they are always so cheery and great with me, try to do my best, often using my limited powers to hook them up with tickets. Today they came in wearing t-shirts I thought were cool and I managed to compliment them on the shirts. They courteously mentioned that they would be sure to get one for me for next time, to which I coyly joked that it wasn't necessary, gave them their tickets and said my goodbyes. After about FIVE minutes, they come back with this for me:



Pretty impressive eh? I've never been so happy to receive a gift! Well, that may be a stretch but I was overjoyed with how kind customers can be if you're kind to them. That shirt is SO going to be on my body tomorrow all day!

With regards to today's game. Started off funny enough with Randy Johnson being ejected for arguing balls and strikes. I don't know about you, but if I saw this 7 foot giant of a man argue with me , I'd let him have whatever the hell he wanted!



Anyhow, as usual the jays initially were getting whupped 11-4, then came back to make it 11-10, ultimately losing it quickly in the bottom of the 9th. Story of the season!

Well I'm off to watch another episode or two of 24 before bed, and bask in the glory of the fact that my favourite show on televison, Spooks (aka MI-5 in North America), is back on the BBC for a new series. And thanks to the advent of Torrent technology, I've snagged the first 3 episodes, which are yet to have aired on Canadian television! Huzzah!

Album I recommend for today : Bombay Rockers - Sexy Mama

Oh Snap!

It is crazy right now as I speak. New York is in town and everything is going gang-busta at the windows! Thank goodness I'm at the Inside Window, hence nothing more I can do but say "That's the best available" (because it's true!). Will report in a few if I don't get hit up due to bad karma!

The Long Road Ahead...

Back from the dead for another Naveed report of musings...

Been working the long hours at the Rogers Centre, doing the darndest that I can. With Boston in town I expected a rush, but for whatever reason (school I'm guessing), things were generally very quiet for the series. Mind you my tuesday was wash, working from 10 a.m. to 10:30. p.m. doing jobs as tedious as stuffing envelopes to jobs as interesting as convincing a customer that there were no more Vernon Wells bobbleheads (I swear there weren't!).

Today had me doing an "advance" shift. Now there's nothing false about the name (it is for the purchasing of tickets for upcoming/advance games), but the advance moniker kind of gives a pompous-y ring to the title. No problems I must say to be honest, though I just found out I may have made a fool of myself in an infomercial for Blue Jays tickets (surprise, surprise!). The last hour of my day at work today consisted of me serving a few customers and watching my bootleg copy of Stewie Griffin : The Untold Story . I Highly recommend the release to anyone who even remotely enjoys Family Guy.

Tomorrow's the big day though, with a weekend series against the famed interlocking NY : The New York Yankees. I can't stand them for so many reasons, specifically as their "fans" tend to be pompous pricks who WERE jays fans when we were winning! Though I must say I give a flier to any Yankee fan (a) from the U.S. OR (b) who can name at least 10 Yankee Hall of Famers without looking it up. Though I'm not a Yankee fan, here are the names of the top of my head that would classify me as a Bronx Bomber fan, according to the system:

Mickey Mantle
Reggie Jackson
Joe DiMaggio
Lou Gehrig
Babe Ruth
Roger Maris
Whitey Ford
Yogi Berra
Catfish Hunter
Phil Rizzuto
(I'll be honest, I had to double check on a few of those, but I at least knew who they were!).

That's about it for now, blog peeps, though I must give a shout out to a Mr. Nguyen, who I have a feeling knows about this blog and refuses to admit, yet coyly mocks me about it!

L8er y'all!

Song Stuck in my head at the moment : Dus Bahanne (10 Excuses) - Dus Soundtrack

Sunday - the boring day....

Slept in, woke up at like 2-ish to see a note that my mum had gone to a family friend's home, to see her friend's husband, who had just recovered from a mild heart attack. I must admit, my first thought was : Hooray, house for me! (My bro. was at work).

Ended up watching a lot of the Bills/Texans game, to open up the NFL season. I like the Bills new uniforms and helmets, but I think by itself the parts are less than their sum, hence I aint getting a McGahee jersey anytime soon. Bills won, so I switched to Fox for the late afternoon matchup. They start off broadcasting the end of the Saints/Panthers game, a 20-20 tie, and right when the Saints rally to get the ball to the Carolina 50, Fox cuts off to go to their schedule game! I get pissed as they'd cut the end of a Great game to get to the beginning of a game, which didn't even start for another 5 minutes! Anyhow, the Saints won with a Jon Carney field goal (yes, he's still alive!). I've adopted the Saints as my team for this year (finally, after waiting all last year to pick a team). I think you'd have to be cold hearted not to root for them after what's happened in their city over the last few weeks.

My AFC team, the Jacksonville Jaguars, also one a great game, though I never got to see it. I'm so glad that my good friend has got Sunday Ticket, so that once Jays season is over, I'm SOO heading over there to check games out every Sunday!

Moms comes back right before I go to pick the brother from work, and she decides to tag along to pick up stuff from Walmart. We see my brother at 5:10, soaked in ink, and pissed. We get pissed as well watching him take forever to close out, doing things he should have done at like 4:45, so that we wouldnt have to wait 30 minutes for him to finish work (which will be unpaid!). The stupid sibling even was dumb enough NOT to take a break, citing that it was "too busy to take one". Doofus, absolute doofus.

Afterwards just chilled, ate biryani, and watched family guy until I decided to get down to updating the good ol' blog!

Saturday - ARRRRRGOOOOOOOOS!!!!

Saturday was primed to be a decent day, as I was going in to work an advance shift with Jason. In attempts to look professional, in fear of looking unprofessional, I donned the blue shirt and necktie (with pleated pants!) to work. What do I find when I get in but Jason, blue-jeaned and t-shirted, the first time I had EVER seen him like that at work! He gawks at me and says something like "What the hell are you wearing that for?" to which I respond by swiftly untying the necktie and stripping down to my t-shirt/undershirt and the pleated pants (that's all the stripping I did, nothing more, no matter what anyone says!).

The morning went by well, with me unloading my spindle of pirated TV shows, movies, and songs, to the amazement of Jason (I love being a pirate!). While preparing to watch the movies, I make a quick logon to MSN Messenger to check mail, say hello to a few people. Before I can, I get a few customers and once done I see that 4-5 people have tried to converse to me, leading to an open-jawed Jason blurting "People talk to you !?!? ". I must say, an ass-whupping was very much in order had it come from most people, but since the windows were open I relented ;) Jason TRIED to cover it up with an late-timed "....I mean by starting convo's" reply, but the damage was done. I think the lack of a necktie loosened Jason to the point that he thought my timidness from the night before would continue the next day :P

I DID forgive him for that mistake, but will still rib him about it. Things went well 'till around 2, when he went out to grab a bite to eat. Though everything was fine at that point, I think we should have kept in mind that an Argos game was occuring in the same building within the hour, and all Argos season ticket holders have vouchers for Jays tickets. Sufficed to say, I got HAMMERED with Argo vouchers for a 45 minute stretch, all alone, to the point that the line was swerving to other, closed, windows as they would have stretched out to the road! What was worse was that Jason was trying to phone gate 9 while I'm stuck, and refused to hang up, rendering me crazy as the damn phone kept ringing until thank god someone working upstairs finally picked it up. When I find out it was him saying he was stuck at Rabba, I felt like throttling someone/something! Finally he came back when I had handled a good portion of the rush, and totally mock ripped into him, saying how this must be a test of my vigilance, and how I think maybe we should'nt be friends anymore :P

With all that said, we did end up laughing at my Chappelle Show episodes on CD, and I hope are still good friends (I'll find out monday!). Once home, we decided to pop by my aunt's home to say hello and drop of a few things (namely, a 6-pack of coke in glass bottles, and a pirated copy of the new Rolling Stones album). We ended up watching the Women's Final of the US Open, with my girl Kim Clijster's whupping Mary Pierce. I've been an admirer of Kim for both her athletic and aesthetic talents, and was quite happy she won (I was happier the day before when she beat Sharapova - my bro's #1 fave).

Decent day, but as usual, with it's odd events!

Friday - The Day of the N-C party!

Three words : Goodness. Gracious. Me.

This was one of those days I won't forget for at least a few months/years. It all started off with me vainly attempting to look more aesthetically pleasing by grooming my fine beard. While trying to trim my moustache to look Beckham-esque, I proceeded to trim the hair to the point that I looked Hiler-esque! Seeing as how I didn't want to be thought of as a knob-end, I decided to shave it off, and trim the chin hair to reasonable proportion. Hence, the 4 year and 2 month streak of being goateed came to an end. I still feel I lost a part of my soul when those glorious whiskers went down the drain!

Anyhow, while trying to clean up and look hot and sexy for the party gracing my name, I decided to meet up with good ol' Jason to peruse a few stores before hitting Gretzky's. I figured I could use the help, as I didn't want to be a total loser coming to my own party alone! We soon found ourself in a clothing store I felt like boycotting, for the simple reason of having a "Truckistan" t-shirt (which is probably the same reason J LOVES the store !). After receiving a call from wickedy-wicket L.A. , we realize we're going to be late to the bash, the one with my name on it! Me and J feel suddenly horrible, thinking it would be a shame for her to show up alone and find some unfortunate company awaiting her (I'm not explaining that statement, no matter how many buffalo wings you feed me!).

Hence, we go on to 99 Blue Jays way 20 minute late, yet STILL all alone! Apparently everyone's running on Mountain time, as only Cedric and two other co-workers show within the first HOUR! The turnout ends up being great with everyone from good friends to even our boss showing up with the new wifey. Fun was had by all (despite the lack of G-Unit presense), with quite possibly the best exchange of the night occurring near the end of the Gretzky's chapter when Jamie tries to mouth a question over the table to me:

Naveed: "I can't hear what you're saying, tell Derek (next to me), he'll relay it."
Jamie (to Derek) : "Is that girl Cedric's hitting on his girlfriend?"
Derek (to Jamie) : "That's my wife!"

I roared laughter to the point where I potentially could have burst a vein!

After having a decent philly cheasesteak w/fries, a majority of the gang went on to Picadilly Circus, of what I understood was a pub/club. What I didn't know was that it was pub by day, and club by night, as the second we got there all I saw was racous noise and Gino's dancing to their own beat by themselves. Being the first real club I've ever been to, I'm intimidated as f*ck and do the whole dorky "stand in the corner and look cool" thing. That plan worked for like TWO seconds! To get an idea of how this supposed pub/club looked, here's a snap from their official website:




I had Jason, L.A., Cedric, Renee, Scott, and Jamie all notice that I was acting TOTALLY un-Naveed like and wanted to make sure I wasn't going to pass out from sensory overload! Though attempts were made to co-erce me to dance, let's just say that my hips moved 2 inches side to side for like 20 seconds and I was outta there within an hour, out of respect, and out of sheer "deer-in-the-headlights" syndrome. I suppose my experience was analagous to virgin's at their "first time" : scared, awkward, and ending the night way too quickly!

The worse part of the night was that after getting home and texting L.A. (at her request), I find a few of them went off to Maddy's, which is apparently the hippest pub in Toronto. I could have been SO down with that! Sitting at a table, conversing and shooting the breeze is what I think is my specialty! Why couldn't I have been out for that! Me thinks the whole Picadilly plan was a guise to freak me out and get me ditched! When I win my $10 million, I'm going to remember that part of the night ;) !

That was pretty much the end of the night, except for my mother's obligatory worrying, after calling me twice in 1/2 hour before midnight, asking where I was. Mind you I avoided the trademark lecture bemoaning my rare non-family outings, and was left with a mom laying on the couch, barely mouthing "Naveed, why do you do this to me?". Guilt trip totally, but after hearing these words at least 200 times, it's JUST starting to wear off.

My final reflections of the night consider the whole alcohol-culture of the event. Though I can understand it, it really wasn't my thing as I suppose my fob-ness has isolated, rendering me useless in that type of environment. Though I found the anonymous/tipsy co-workers there to be funny, it's not something I ever want to indulge in, as I don't ever want to do anything that might be recorded and posted on the WWW! I think my religious fervour slightly kicked in that night, leading to my awkwardness. Either that or the bumping and grinding on the stripper poles.

So that was friday, in abbreviated form.

A Whole Lotta 'Splaining To Do!

Howdy again blog world, sorry for not writing in such a long time, once again the good ol' combination of laziness, procrastination, and family committments reared its ugly head, rendering me unable to write....I'll try my best to compensate for the anticipated musings of yours truly! I'll begin with Friday's musings from the hyped up N-C party!

Fighting the good fight!

Sorry Naveed-ites, I haven't been able to write in a few days, what with work and this DAMN sore throat I've got. I've had it since sunday, but am much better now, hopefully good to go by friday.

Why Friday you ask? The great N-C party, that's why! My old pal Cedric, who I started with at the Blue Jays (and subsequently probably became my closest confidant for the longest time), came out of the slumber of a Waterloo education to work the next few weeks here! Now seeing as how YOURS TRULY has gained quite the repoire with the staff, he has felt left out and put it on himself to get to know people by hosting/organizing a bash. My name (hence the N in NC), seems to have been used to add that extra cachet, to allow others to show up!

My good friend Dodger (not her real name, but I'm sure if you know her, you'll know who I'm gabbing about) just moved into her new place. I'm SO excited for her (believe it or not!). J-Mic and myself checked the place out, and she seemed genuinely happy to have her own place. Despite being on the 24th floor of the building, I did manage to take a peek down from the balcony! Now the problem is finding a good housewarming present, cuz I'm sure toaster ain't gonna cut it!

I'll try to talk to y'all later, hopefully this damn throat gets less sore in the meantime!

L8er Y'all!

A fine G-Unit Day!

Howdy blog world!

Thought I'd make another of my wildly entertaining posts re-capping the day. All started out this morning when I had to get up at 6AM to drop my mom off at work (damn Scarborough, right when you think it's safe, a murder and sexual assault occur within a one block radius of her workplace!).

Went back to sleep till like 1:30, did the shave thing, bathed, and went out to get some brunch-ish food, which ended up being pizza. While waiting for the pizza, went over to the convenience store next door to get a 6/49 ticket, and lo and behold, I found the old ring pops, which for those who don't know, look something like this:



Anyhow, with regards to the ring pop, I thought it would be the PERFECT tongue in cheek joke for a co-worker of mine whom a certain someone named G-UNIT is smitten with! The previous day Mr. G-Unit had somehow coupled me and her together (out of jealousy perhaps?), and after telling her this we quibbed about how our tongue-in cheek relationship would work out, with me promising a nice ring! Hence today I presented her with a token of my "love", the ring pop!

After presenting the ring pop this person IMMEDIATELY rubbed it in Mr. G-Unit's face, giving him the jaw to the floor, "I can't believe Naveed beat me" look. It was I suppose something to witness to truly enjoy, and if you know G-Unit I'm sure you would! And seeing that he had probably lost all hope with this girl (he finally gets it!), he went on to have the following exchange with me around the fifth inning:

G-Unit : "Hey Naveed, have you seen ________ today?"
Naveed: "Yeah man, she just left to go home a few mintues ago."
G-Unit: "No man, I mean did you SEE her! She was absolutely stunning...."

To be truthful, everything after that was a blur as I was holding in my laughter as best I could. I'm sure there were a few Pittsburgh/Buffalo references, along with a good "I'd be putty in her hands" comment, but sufficed to say I think my boy G-Unit has moved on to new pastures!

Anyhow, the night ended with me, my boy Cedric (boy as in good friend!), and Jamie (another work buddy), heading out to Jack Astor's to chillax. All ended well and I'm soooo looking forward to tomorrow afternoon, where I where a TIE to work for the first time. Yes blog world, your boy Naveed is moving on up and becoming PROFESSIONAL before your own eyes!

Well, I think that's enough rambling for today, but before I forget, I'll have to pimp out the new song I'm totally digging. It's by a band in from Birmingham, UK called The Hollow, and the song is called What You Give Is What You Get. The song is just mint!

L8er Y'all!

Album of the Moment!

G'day world! I wanted to follow through on the promise of posting more so I thought I'd start posting my albums of the week. This week I thought I'd give the big thumbs up to Death Cab for Cutie, who were recommended to me by another Jays colleague/friend (the moment we offcially became friends of the stuff of legend!). The album's got a Coldplay/U2 vibe to it, yet I can totally see how the band's work is played quite a bit on the O.C. (which I can't recommend out of principle - it was what kicked Fastlane off the Fox network!). Anyhow, I'm totally digging Marching Bands of Manhattan and the I Will Follow You Into The Dark tracks on the disc (or mp3 folder in my case), and have been coaxed into finding their Transatlantacism album.

The day today on the whole and whole was pretty good. Got up to chaffeur around the bro from job interview to home to work, and then scooted on down to the R.C. for some Inside window work! Whilst trying my best to chat everyone up, it did occur to me today, do I have haters? It could be quite possible that there are people (at the job I totally love) who hate my guts but keep it secret. Let's hope that's not true and I truly have tonnes of buddies!

Oh yes, by the way, I should note the new link or two on the right sidebar, as I put my good buddy Butterfly Karma's blog on the TOP of the list! Not sure if that'll get you any more hits, but I hope it shows my appreciation for not having ever told me to shut up :P

I suppose that's it for today. On with September I suppose, until at least that damn Green Day song falls of the charts! Toodaloo peeps!