I write blog only when I am impressed big time by some event in my life. Today is the day when I jump around, come out of my matureness' circle and shout like a child, "YahhhhHHooooOOoooooo!, I liked that !"
Surprises have very importance in our lives especially if you are aware of shock-treatment. Pleasant surprises are very necessary to improve your energy level and help you groom better in all aspects of your life. Pleasure is just a state of mind but this feeling is heavier on all physical efforts.
In the morning, when I was lost in my programming, I got a call,
Rinnggg.. ringgg.. rinnnn ..
First I saw the strange number for a few seconds and then I decided to attend the call. On the other side, I heard a gentleman,
"Can I get Mr. Haroon?" , I said, "yes I am Haroon" to which he replied, "I am PostOffice Manager. We have a parcel for you from USA. Can you pick it please?" ... After a few seconds of silence, I said "YES" .. what??? were you expecting me to say NO? ...
I forgot about this call and caught by the work again. Later when I was going to the post-office I was thinking on my way about the possible sender of this parcel. I used to write web-technologies articles, long ago, and used to get many different gifts, cards and letters etc from my online readers. Also I had a friend, Jennifer I love you, in Malaysia; she used to send me lovely cards on birthdays. There was another dude in California, David you SUCK lol, he used to send me different books. A girl with couple of beautiful Chinese-eyes lives in Hong-Kong. She used to send me chocolates. And so many other names were coming in my mind as the sender of this parcel randomly. Finally I reached the post office and manager delivered me the parcel. I was shocked to see GEORGE written in sender area. I literally thanked George in my heart, "thank you George, you are the man!" but at the same time I was saying, "Ehh! you have bad hand-writing" lol
Then I took the parcel and drove to my home very happily, yeah I sang a beautiful Bryan Adam song on my way. That doesn't mean I am in love with George. I was just happy...
When I reached home, I jumped into my room and opened the parcel. First, 3 caps came out of the box. Chicago knitted on them. One of them was packed in plastic two were without packing. I generously gave one cap right a way to my elder brother who was there with me then. Then I found a YO YO .. have you seen hot Japanese girls playing YO YO on POGU channel? The best thing about this YOYO is that I can SPIN GOOGLE with it, lol, it has Google written on it so you can play with google finally. I think this YOYO represents their circles of tensions generated from many lawsuits recently of copyrights infringement etc on YouTube. They must be missing 1.6 Billion.
After that I found a cool Shirt and you know what, it is a Google merchandise. I am thinking to wear it for exercise in GYM. I go to HIKON martial arts gym and I want all the Bruce Lees asking me, "so what is this google?"
Then I found a lead-packed headphone with skype free calling card for 30 minutes. I am not sure if this card still works are George sent me the expired one :) I will have to try and see...
Last but not the least, I found a Web Security Book. I really liked this book. I read about it a few months back, but was not able to buy it. It is very good practice guideline on avoiding XSS attacks on sites and stuff like SQL Injection etc. I know almost all of them already but it will be really good to see them with a different eye.
Anyway, on the serious note, as an employee it really gives a big pleasure when you get something out of the plan from your employer. It increases the devotion towards the employer and gives you a fluctuation of energy to get to the next level and serve even better. George and Sean, you are two of the very few good Americans, lol, living on this earth. I love you both ! mmmuuuaahhhhhh!
The crackpots who do not believe this story, here is few snaps of my "things" .. burn people burn...
Thursday, July 24, 2008
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