Monday, March 05, 2007

Arghhh.... that's it! I'm moving!

Blogger hates me. I swear it does. It doesn't let me sign in to post stuff on my blog and it doesn't let me switch to the new blogger version. Bad Blogger. Bad bad blogger. Im switching to word press meanwhile. Leave me whatever comments you have over there. I still love you guys :D don't despair. I aint done with you folks yet.

My new add:

Sunday, February 18, 2007

Saturday, February 17, 2007

Remembering the blog

This Blogger ban is Maha-irritating. Grrr....

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

The diary of a mad desi woman

Testing testing... Happy Place. Please come in.
Came across something I had doodled a few months back on the back of a book:

I wanna go to Canada. I was told Bryan Adams lives there. And I will tell myself that is the only reason I want to go to Canada.

Funny how you feel about something can change drastically within a few days.

Friday, February 02, 2007

Hello People. Well, people who read this anyway. People who I haven't actually mangaed to bore away yet.

So yes, hello people. Congratulations are in order. And since I am a vain, self-indulgent, self obsessed freak/ass, of course I am congratulating myself and not you. And dup dup da dup, da da da daaaaa.... I made it... to Final year of Med school. It was a long long loooooonng journey. And I am finally here. And my phone's working again (I can use my crummy dial-up again), so all you peeps can come back, cuz I'll try to post more often. Now there. Don't you all just love me :D

So yeah, did I mention I made it to final year? Well, yeah I did. There I was doing my happy chicken dance, celebrating to my heart's content, when reality decided, in a much too sordid way, that I had to be stopped. That's when it actually hit me.

Final Year.

Not to be chicken danced through. The first two days taught me that. My books weigh a ton. The teachers all apparently teach in french, cuz I can't understand a single word they say. The cherry topping arrived as military orders to start shadowing a designated Surgeon from 10:45 am sharp till whatever time we pass out from sheer exhaustion. Ok, so the last part was slightly untrue; they make sure we are exhausted to that point but let us go before we pass out. It's a hospital, for God's sake people. What impression does it leave if they see future doctors passing out. So that's when we troop out to our cars and try not killing anybody on the road, on our drive back home.

So yeah, basically, the joke’s on us. Us happy troopers are not so happy anymore. No more friends. No more bitching sessions. No more hang outs. No more anything.

Something tells me this is going to be a long long lonnnnng year. Sigh.

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Mary: Adults are, like, this mess of sadness and phobias.

- Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

Ahh.... touche!

Saturday, January 20, 2007

Danny Archer: Sometimes I wonder if God will ever forgive us for what we've done to each other... Than I look around and I realize... God left this place a long time ago..

- Blood Diamond