Why am I writing? Because it's 2 am in the morning again and my cheeks are red and flushed due to all the laughter. I had my first Professional exam (anatomy) today. It went horrible. The paper was so difficult and reduced almost all my friends to tears. (Not me though, I am becoming pain-insensitive… Continue reading Vaso-vagal syncope
And believe me when I say it I do live in a really goofy and creepy corridor a) There's a vampire : I do mean it. My corridor is usually occupied by senior students with creepy hairstyles. SO, one day I was on my way to wash my dishes when I by accident gazed into a room.… Continue reading I live in a goofy corridor
I got up early. Checked my cellphone, grabbed a shawl by my bed and wrapped it around me. I had left the window open as I dozed off late last night and my face was very cold. I rubbed it with my hands, slipped on my slippers and quietly went out. Just needed some fresh… Continue reading Top of the roof to ya
I never used to press my clothes at home. Never. We had a maid or mom would get her lovely daughter's work done =D But, of course.. things are different being away from home, on my own. I don't even mind it anymore. It's fun. So. I pressed an ultra new dress. Black and so… Continue reading Just rambling, nothing important
SO, before I started typing I made one big promise that.. HAIBAR do NOT sound pathetic in this post, do NOT make it look like you are the most miserable person in the world. OKAY? My blog is like a slow fire around the college and hostel. Everyone talks ter me like, hey you are… Continue reading Hold on
Hey there Delilah What's it like in New York City? I'm a thousand miles away But girl, tonight you look so pretty There are places in the world, of all types and all kinds. Those scenes so beautiful and breathtaking, those valleys hell-hound and horrible. Places have feelings about them, because of the memories they… Continue reading A thousand miles seems pretty far But they’ve got planes and trains and cars I’d walk to you if I had no other way
Well. I hate when I don't write something I always wanted to write and then the moment passes and everything is lost. Sometimes delay adds or concludes the story on my mind so well.. but sometimes, like this time, it just ends up making me furious.. I wanted to write about how life was at… Continue reading Land ho !