They say one should celebrate life for no reason, because it is the most amazing festival of our lives. (OK no ‘they’ say this, my crappy brain conjured this up :D)
So as i hit ’15 posts’ in the month of September, i take this opportunity to raise a toast to amreeka, dell inspiron 1525 and a vella brain, to eat up so much of blogger’s unlimited memory space !!!

(all of you gracefully stand up and applause!!!!)
thank you..thank you..

So many posts prove a lot of things in addendum to the above mentioned true-to-my-knowledge facts.
1. I am serious about writing..meaningful or not meaningful..crappy or some gems..
2. the reader count has increased
3. comments have increased..its good to know, people read me..how cool is that?
4. i am at least passionate about something..i mean at my age, its a serious cause of worry, if you don’t feel the same drive towards things !?!?

anywho, nowadays, i feel more like this ‘When everything comes your way you’re in the wrong lane!!‘
yeah, in spite of the fact that i don’t drive a car, i don’t have a job, i don’t get to shop till i drop, i don’t get to see my friends often (with the distance, ‘online’ is the place where we meet normally) and most importantly, the biggest woe, i don’t have a nice life partner and a small little house looking over the sea!! I still feel like this.
So, is this some atypical syndrome? Or is this the typical ‘whiny female’ stuff?
Am i the only one? If you feel the same way, then please share, because i will feel better, in a sadistic ‘thank god, i have company!’ kind of way.
And if you still don’t relate with any of this crap, then at least sympathize with me, by suggesting a good neuro-surgeon! I seriously suspect some nerve damage.
Remember its kind to help someone in distress!!

Specially someone who has 3 mid-terms in 2 days. Someone who does not even know a shard of the past few lectures she s been attending. And someone who s not been doing ‘oh-so-great!!’ in her assignments.

My first mid-terms sure look like a mile-stone (i will have to walk a mile to reach there..hehehe) in the supposedly life defining Master’s program.

cheer up,
nightflier