September 20, 2005

Pig Update

I sent an email back to Jacqui, asking her how does she know my piggy?

Here is a copy of our corespondence:

Milen Shukadarov wrote:
How do you know my piggy? Tell her I miss her, and that she is always wellcome to come back and stay next to my trash.
Milen

From: "Jacqui Hicks"
Subject: Re: piggie
To: "Milen Shukadarov"

Piggie is going ON TOUR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHe is going to be a travelling girl. Stay tuned!
Jacqui

Posted by Milen at 05:55 PM | Comments (0)

September 19, 2005

The Return of the Pig

Few days after Mark left I got an email from Jackie (favorite person at the gym), subjected "piggy," and containing this picture -

I'm soooooo impressed, Mark took the time, involved other people, despite the stress of his moving, to give me a final laugh. A laugh to remember him.

Posted by Milen at 10:26 PM | Comments (0)

September 17, 2005

Secret Admirer

I'm not the only one who gets notes at work… After a forever brake me and Kate got together. She rushed with a note. Kate has a secret admirer from the deli at the Harwich Stop and Shop.

Posted by Milen at 10:12 PM | Comments (1)

September 15, 2005

Thin Spread

School hit insanely.

*Monday I study in the morning and go to work at noon till six, from there straight to school 6:30-10:00pm Management Science.

*Tuesday same schedule except the class - Business Finance.

*Wednesday gym, laundry, cooking and studying for 6:30-10:00pm Ethical Responsibility.

*Thursday, homework then work 12:00-8:00pm, then gym.

*Friday same as Thursday.

*Saturday, Studying in the morning Cost Accounting 1:00-5:00pm, and after to the gym.

*Sunday, work 11:00-3:00, after work preparation for Monday class.

*Monday - Beginning of vicious cycle.

P.S.: I wasn't able to finish the short story before school started.

Posted by Milen at 09:05 PM | Comments (0)

September 06, 2005

Closure of the Season With Alegria

I opened the party/leisure season, this year as well as last year, in Ptown on Memorial Day weekend. The slogan of the opening weekend was “and let the fun begin!” Originally, I had plan to have the conclusion weekend on Labor Day in Ptown as well, but last minute plans changed, and I celebrated the end of a memorable summer in NYC – in the hart of Manhattan.

I visited NYC quite a few times this year, say 5 times, and all this times I’ve been meaning to call Eddie – a friend of a friend. Eddie is John Golden’s friend, John being my best known friend in Ptown. I’ve known Eddie for about 2 or 3 years; I’d seen him, over the summers, at John’s House. Since the first time I met him he stroked me as a very intelligent and inquisitive person with a positive attitude toward life. About a year and a half ago he acquired a home in Chelsea and I remember John and Gabo working on his apartment painting. Knowing Eddie vaguely, at this point, I got to know him better through Gabo, who always spoke highly of him. I suppose a year passed by, and we met again at John’s house and had breakfast together. It was again to emphasize my original impression of Eddie – intelligent and interested in what people have to share about different aspects of life. I had made a point to my self to call him the next time I go to NYC.

I decided to go to Alegria as a ending ceremony for the season. Since I had to go to school on Saturday I drove to New York on Sunday morning. Just FYI, I made it, door to door, in a little under 4 hours. Wisely, I called Eddie a week in advance because I know he is extremely busy person being a doctor. He said that he might have the afternoon available but wasn’t sure. Then he pleasantly surprised me by offering me to stay at his house. I hesitated at first because I didn’t want to intrude, but I can’t lie, I overcame my hesitation quickly and accepted his offer.

I arrived in Chelsea, and found parking spot, at exactly noon. Eddie lives on 23rd and 9th – a perfect location and I found a parking spot 2 blocks away. Having said that we don’t know one another all that well, it didn’t take us long to feel comfortable and for me to start telling endless stories, but you know how I am. LOL. Nice lunch and a visit of the Chelsea pier cemented the feeling of comfort. Eddie suggested to grab a towel and a Pepsi (his favorite soda) and to go lie in the sun. I cannot think of any better proposal for the last sunny weekend for me. I have to say that the Chelsea pier is a bizarre, urban creation and solution in the same time. I actually had seen it before – Ricardo and Peter had shown it to me, briefly, last year saying that it was just done, and it is going to be a hanging place for a lot of people. I looked at it and thought “what a strange idea, to turn a pier into a gardened strip of land in the water so people can hang out on it.” Nevertheless, I was very excited to go and hang at the popular Chelsea pier. As I already said it was an amazing idea and I loved every minute of it. Hundreds of people occupied, tightly, the precious pastured strip of land, which rests like a hotspot-balcony over the Hudson River. We found a spot for the towels and laid down socking up the late summer sun in complete leisure. We talked and talked… we talked about life in general, about mutual friends, about school and poetry, it was very stimulating yet relaxing time. After 2 hours in the sun we decided to retrieve back to the welcoming shade of the tall buildings where we met Ricardo and Peter. I had an early dinner with them and took the path train to Jersey City to visit more friends. I visited Jose for about an hour and took the train back. I went back to Eddie’s where I indulged in more conversing. I said, “indulged” because I utterly enjoyed talking to someone who had interest in what I had to say and responded back, and I said “I” because few hours later, realizing it, I declared that after so much talking about me I feel nauseous from talking about myself. I got to be 11:00pm and Eddie headed to bed – he couldn’t join me for Alegria because he had to perform a surgery next day – and I “sort of” followed the example by taking a Disco nap till 12:45am. After the refreshing nap I showered, put on the Mariah jeans, realizing that after dancing and jumping the entire night – the belt part ripped off (which makes them the Mariah Carey jeans) – they will most likely fall off my ass I changed them for regular jeans, fixed my hair (short now), antiperspired my self and headed for the big party so called Alegria.

The party was elaborate! I was looking forward to it, in part, because the famous DJ Abel was spinning, who however proved my big expectation wrong and spun a very low-bit and unexciting music. Thankfully it was a big party and it had a second option – a smaller hall with a different DJ. Needless to say I spent most of the time in the smaller room with the not that famous DJ. Despite my disappointment, however, I stayed for a record length of time at the party, even past the closing of the smaller hall. I stayed shamefully long, and even though I’m a grown man I wouldn’t tell my mother that I left the cub at 11:40am. Not going home to my mother, but going back to 23rd Street and 9th Avenue in Manhattan, back to a friends house I didn’t worry much about it. I was just wandering what to do, while checking my voicemail, and got a message from Ricardo – who didn’t come out last night – inviting me to join them for breakfast. So I did. I took a quick shower, to wash off the insanity of the 9-houre dancing and bouncing around, and walked 2 blocks to have brunch at “The Dish.” After the brunch Ricardo gave me a ride to another friend’s house from where, after a brief visit, I walked back toward the apartment. Walking back, I approached the Chelsea pier and accordingly paid my respect to its famousness by seating down on the grass under the provided shade though. I sat and examined the phenomena of this “terrace” above the water. I saw people from the city coming here to escape the concrete feel of it, and I understood that, but it still remained mesmerizing to see them, divided only by a single street from the buildings, naked in their bating suites. The most amusing part, I thing was, the fact that there was a sprinkler proofing that the place was build for the purpose of a sealess beach. Deep in my thoughts, sitting and resting on one of my hands, I caught my nodding in sleep. This startled me and I got up determent to go and get some sleep.

I slept soundly or about 5 hours and got up because I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep for 17 hours till next day. I was very surprised to find a voicemail from Sean – a friend of mine from Boston, with whom I was supposed to hang out at the party, but he didn’t proof capable to provide such company. I had written him off my list of reliable friends, especially because he showed, in many ways, this past night, that he didn’t much care abut maintaining a friendship. Based on all this, the last thing I expected was an invitation to hang out the next day. I called to find out that he was at a bar, and to complete the craziness of my trip I joined him for beers. He was with couple of his best friends from NY, whom I had met last night but could barely recognize because we didn’t exchange more than our names. I have to say that I had a complete and utter blast at this bar, which was strangely occupying the roof of the building – a big roof-deck. The first words that came out of Sean’s mouth were an apology about his relentless and unconsidered behavior to all of his friends including me. At first, I didn’t pay much attention to his apology but when he kept beating himself over it I had to believe him. I, surprisingly, was in a great mood, rested and full of energy. I had so much fun cracking jokes and laughing that we didn’t notice how the time had accelerated to 11:00pm, almost three hours had flown by as like in 10 minutes. I could read the exhauster on their faces, the depravity of sleep could do a number on you; we decided that despite the grate time we were having we should adjourn. Leading the pack with my 5 hours of sleep I was determine that unlike the rest of the group I’m not gong straight to bed, not before I replenish the fat in my blood stream. I had woken up with juicy, dripping-fat, crispy crusted, New York pizza in my mind, so I went on a hunt for it. In spite of the late hour I found a remarkable source of deliciousness on the corner of 17th and 6th, , I was in NYC after all. I remembered getting full from 1 slice before, but this night I was able to gobble down 2 of them with a DC (Diet Coke). The saturation of my hunger for fattening and delicious NY pizza led to a desired sleepiness. Happy, satisfied, and with a full belly I crawled back to the apartment, brushed my teeth and as soon as my head touched the pillow I fell in the deepest of sleeps. I meant to get up at 8:00am, when Eddie came home from a 24-hour shift at the hospital but I indulged for another 30 minutes. I got up in a great mood, packed my bag and went to breakfast with Eddie. We went to a beagle place where I had the best beagle ever. We didn’t spent much time over breakfast because Eddie had to go back to work but we decided that next time we are going out together and will hang out more.

The ride back to the Cape was as easy as the ride in with the exception when I went to get in my car, someone had parked a crazy-yellow Jeep next to my car so that I couldn’t get out. I started huffing and puffing thinking what to do; finally I set down for a cigarette time. After I finished the cigarette I was supposed to take some form of action. I was just getting ready to do nothing, and probably was going to walk around to kill some time, and come back later, in hope that the insane yellow Jeep will be gone, when through the very darkly tinted window I saw an actual person laying in the drivers seat. I tapped on the window, thinking, “wake up driver of insanely yellow Jeep.” He seemed really nice so I didn’t feel anger toward him after all. Happy to be able to get in my car, and having avoided the undesired wandering around I drove back to Cape Cod.

Posted by Milen at 08:24 PM | Comments (0)

September 03, 2005

Exaggerate

ex ag ger ate

v. ex ag ger at ed, ex ag ger at ing, ex ag ger ates
v. tr.
To represent as greater than is actually the case; overstate: exaggerate the size of the enemy force; exaggerated his own role in the episode.
To enlarge or increase to an abnormal degree: thick lenses that exaggerated the size of her eyes.

v. intr.
To make overstatements.

[Latin exaggerre, exaggert-, to heap up, magnify : ex-, intensive pref.; see ex- + aggerre, to pile up (from agger, pile, from aggerere, to bring to : ad-, ad- + gerere, to bring).]

ex agger ated ly adv.
ex agger ation n.
ex agger ative or ex agger a tory (--tôr, -tr) adj.
ex agger ator n.

Synonyms: exaggerate, inflate, magnify, overstate
These verbs mean to represent something as being larger or greater than it actually is: exaggerated the size of the fish I caught; inflated his own importance; magnifying her part in their success; overstated his income on the loan application.
Antonyms: minimize

exaggerate

v 1: to enlarge beyond bounds or the truth; "tended to romanticize and exaggerate this `gracious Old South' imagery" [syn: overstate, overdraw, hyperbolize, hyerbolise, magnify, amplify] [ant: understate] 2: do something to an excessive degree; "He overdid it last night when he did 100 push-ups" [syn: overdo]

Posted by Milen at 08:53 AM | Comments (0)

September 02, 2005

Finally Home at Work!

Starting September 1st, I transferred from Mashpee branch to Hyannis branch. It took me 2,5 years and 4 different branches of Citizens bank to, finally, get to work in the branch of the town I live in. Yeiiiiiiiii! I take it as a new beginning I also changed my look for this new beginning. It's the new me - younger and handsomer looking:

Posted by Milen at 08:21 AM | Comments (0)