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bad blog owner! Bad, bad BAD blog owner! no enrty for poor blog! blog going to cwy....waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!!!!!!! boo hoo hoo!
well, all, the gal with the big nose, big glasses and bigger ass is BACK!
i have settled in comfortably (as comfortably as a human being on a slave ship, which would equate to ebing as comfortable as a houdini being shoved into a tiny tiny TINY box with the lid shut on top of him...)....well, thats the way the goes ti da di ti da di ti da di da di da di da di dum deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
pune is a SHIT HOLE in which it rains about a million times....dam i HATE the rain....but...
I'M A SURVIVOR.....
hehehe
enough of that...time for my usual meandering musings.....
SIMC is not what i thought it would be, and yet, in a really strange way, it is....it is boring and hectic, fun and annoyin, slow and steady, fast and furios...and all the other cliches you can think of....
spend my time in class, in screenings or bitching in the NCC canteen....fun, i must say...the talent, the ability, the positive attitute, the capability, the skill that these people have.....and with just 5 minutes in hand and a caustic tongue in my head, i can reduce that to what a bitch so and so is, what a bossy-know-it-all (tee-hee, look whoz talking) xyz is.....dude, i NEED to get a life...
i have begun saying stuff like dude, man, mala payje (for a HOT guy, mostly), and nimbu pani....not that any of this is bad...it's just not me....but then, what is me?
an eventful summer.....lost my boyfriend......grew up....cut the umbilical cord....drank...man...WHAT is pune turning me into?????
to end this sorry bit of news.....a quote that i read....from 'the hours'
"....i feel like i am on the brink of a beautiful day, that i can do anything, but have done nothing yet....but the hours of promise to come fill me with anticipation of what they hold...."
toodles, mon cheri....
well, all, the gal with the big nose, big glasses and bigger ass is BACK!
i have settled in comfortably (as comfortably as a human being on a slave ship, which would equate to ebing as comfortable as a houdini being shoved into a tiny tiny TINY box with the lid shut on top of him...)....well, thats the way the goes ti da di ti da di ti da di da di da di da di dum deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
pune is a SHIT HOLE in which it rains about a million times....dam i HATE the rain....but...
I'M A SURVIVOR.....
hehehe
enough of that...time for my usual meandering musings.....
SIMC is not what i thought it would be, and yet, in a really strange way, it is....it is boring and hectic, fun and annoyin, slow and steady, fast and furios...and all the other cliches you can think of....
spend my time in class, in screenings or bitching in the NCC canteen....fun, i must say...the talent, the ability, the positive attitute, the capability, the skill that these people have.....and with just 5 minutes in hand and a caustic tongue in my head, i can reduce that to what a bitch so and so is, what a bossy-know-it-all (tee-hee, look whoz talking) xyz is.....dude, i NEED to get a life...
i have begun saying stuff like dude, man, mala payje (for a HOT guy, mostly), and nimbu pani....not that any of this is bad...it's just not me....but then, what is me?
an eventful summer.....lost my boyfriend......grew up....cut the umbilical cord....drank...man...WHAT is pune turning me into?????
to end this sorry bit of news.....a quote that i read....from 'the hours'
"....i feel like i am on the brink of a beautiful day, that i can do anything, but have done nothing yet....but the hours of promise to come fill me with anticipation of what they hold...."
toodles, mon cheri....
posted by Ruth at 4:46 PM
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