And the next one's up!

Of late, I've realized that, much like an accent or tone and pitch or choice of words, exaggeration is just another characteristic of speech. At least for me. Besides which I have the foot-in-the-mouth disease, so I dont really look around when I holler out some unspeakable thing or judge my listener's understanding. And this leads to a lot of.. uhm.. sticky situations. On the other hand, I also have found that I'm not alone in the club!

To all my loved oned and not-so-loved ones, I have been claiming that Manipal is a new lease of life and its here that I will be what I have always wanted to be, et al. But, of late (again!), I have come to see that more than a new lease of life, it merely, like any other new place , afforded me an oppurtunity to make a new first impression. In short, ladies, gentlemen, girls, boys and others, I am back to being my poor boring self.

As for the first impression, one half of my acquaintances here think of me as a rather loud, extremely desperate, crazy weirdo who really needs to take voice-training classes or get a vocal chord op, other than get a life. not to mention a change of wardrobe. The other half doesnt think of me. They already have lives. In spite of this and many other thoughts, a couple of them do actually look like they will become the stick-by-ers. Nothing's too sure at this point though.

And then the much more important academic aspect.. let's just say I'm glad I haven't become brain dead yet. Or sprained my index finger from too much of photo-taking.

When it comes to the living conditions, its worse than a jungle. One of the two toilets, for example, is very very unstable and just might overflow. I use the one in college for.. ahem.. emergencies. Safety-wise, however the jungle seems much more secure. Three robberies, three house breaking attempts, one roof-walking episode, and innumerable assaults later, all the girls have had enough. Nothing much has happened in the past few weeks, though.. Thankfully!

I have been doing a bit of photographing.. doesnt seem to have made much difference to my negligible skills.. tomorrow I will wake up at six, and walk to a place far far from where I am now. It is despicable to the lazy lump in me, and yet I am positive I will do it. Sigh.

Goodnight, world.