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  • Jun. 6th, 2009 at 12:57 PM
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Go skydiving and find out how hard I can scream while am at it.

Join a dance class.

Learn some more French.

Read some Russian authors.

Stop whiling away time.

Learn to whistle.

Learn to sing one annamaya keerthana.

Lose my love handles.

Visit the bazaars of Istanbul to buy myself a Turkish carpet and eat yummy food while I’m at it.

Get myself a book from Shakespeare and company and sit at a Parisian café and pretend to be in search of love.

To go see where Anne frank lived.

To eat yummy waffles.

To live in an old Moroccan home for a week, eat the food, get the massages and live the sand, the sun and the drums.

To own my very own bookshop.

Get a nice picture of myself clicked.

Sit down and search for my favorite music.

cut my hair and get it styled!

Check out Vienna and find out what the hype is about.

Gondolas and Venice cant be missed.

First I have to do an India trip.

Writing a book can never be far behind.

 

For now I’ll suffice with this………

confused!!

  • Jun. 3rd, 2009 at 7:24 PM
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i wish i dint have to make any decisions!!
i wish i never ever had to worry!!
i wish i knew what i wanted!!
i wish i could read minds!!
i wish i could never evr bother bout what others think!
i wish i could just find my mood music with a press of a button!!
i wish i wasnt uncertain about so many thing!!
i wish life was a book and i was its author!!
i wish i could write a book!!
i wish i could sing the song that keeps playing in my head but never ever reaches my lips!!
i wish i could go to sleep without fearing the nightmares that plague me!!
i wish i could let go and laugh so loud and never bother bout if it scares other!!
i wish i could just be me!
i wish i could talk to someone who wouldnt judge me!!
i wish i could turn back time!!
i wish could get in touch with old frens who i miss!!
i wish i wasnt a sentimental fool!
i wish i could stop these pimples srouting all over my face!
i wish ppl would let me read my book!!
i wish i could sing
" So close no matter how far
It couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters" and mean it!!! 

SO DID YOU VOTE???

  • Apr. 19th, 2009 at 6:29 PM
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I did!! Fortunately or unfortunately for my country I did, and so did many other ‘inspired’ souls. Source of inspiration being the umpteen sexy VJs, actors, actresses and some very highly motivated groups of youngsters one kept bumping into virtually.

True to the ‘jaago re’ campaign, we did wake up and enrol ourselves in the voters list. Now the question, is not if you did get to the polling booth, but how many out there did anything more than just buying the right T-shirt or getting the hairstyle right for the occasion. How many knew at least the candidates names before they stepped in to vote. The work they had done, work they hadn’t done, the background and the likes. Oh!! So you thought if the name has a nice ring to it, you’d go for it.

You did vote, you did use your right but until the right is explored and utilised to its full extent, it’s still a right gone waste. To get the young India to the polling booths is a task accomplished, but its still a job half done. Time to make them realise that the dot is more than a style statement. Its time to ask not if you did vote but if you did VOTE RIGHT???

Just Another Thought..

  • Dec. 30th, 2008 at 8:10 PM
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I was reading today about the dark times of medieval ages in Europe, and it got me thinking. I noticed that even then they were men who committed gruesome acts with shameless ease and some others who could truly be called noble and kind.

So why then do we hear so often the statement” what is the world coming to”, you say cause the intensity, the numbers and deviousness of crimes committed again and again have increased; but I say the world was always the same, ever since man turned human from the animal he was. The world has always had its periods of exacerbated unrest and unruliness, until one learns to tackle it followed by relative quite and peace. So mankind learns its lessons and moves on, but we forget that the lessons are well learned by both the relatively human sections of the society and also the other sect, the side we call the criminals.now history repeats itself, fortunately or unfortunately its never exactly the same, so until we realise and relearn our lessons, the damage has already been done.

This is not a theological discussion on why do we have such scourges in our world. I write this cause it scares me, its not the offences or crimes committed, nor is it the offenders themselves that scare me so. For someone like me who believes that everybody is born kind, it’s the unkindness that is adsorbed, who believes that all are humane basically, what scares me the most is the reason behind the change from human to the likeness of demons of age old lore. It’s not as much the act of theft, pilferage, terror, murder and rape but the cause that shakes me so. I don’t mean to say that the acts themselves don’t sometimes give me nightmares. But that the reason why someone turns into a monster and continues to commit these scornful acts without regret and remorse, is what one should be even more frightened of.

I don’t know what the true reasons are, be it hunger and poverty, be it a loss of morality, be it the loss of belief in retribution to be meted out, whatever it may be; if it can cause this change in some, why wont it be plagiarizing a million others.

It would be very pessimistic to say that the world is never going to change but I can definitely say that until we know and root out these causes it’s going to stay the same. And the change my dear friends is not happening very soon so we learn to live with the nightmares…now that’s one lesson we learnt well, dint we.

SHANTARAM

  • Nov. 8th, 2008 at 5:43 PM
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I had to make an attempt at writing bout this book;cause i dont want it be just another good book that i read,love and propagate;) until i come across another book that moves me so.THIS SURE ISN'T A REVIEW,to be able to write a review you have to have an eye for the good as well as the not so good,but when you are bowled over(you know head over heels kinda bowled over by it)you dont see many faults.
Extraordinarily brilliant is what it is...expectantly thrilling(when a fugitive decides to bare it all,you dont expect it to be dry,now do you?),unexpectantly profound(if this book is as real as they say it is,i should go talk to sme mafiosos to get some insight into life),witty,quirky,spirited and a refreshingly honest narrative that captivates you and captures your heart from the very beginning and never really frees you of ts hold.
Love and hate,death and life,violence and peace;the story has it all(a bollywood superhit cant beat the storyline i tell you),but it is the heart of the book,the people that make it so endearing..to be able to see the grey in a person and not just the white or the black is what i think makes gregory david roberts such an amazing writer and not to forget how he can give you a moral without ever seeming to preach.
The numero uno reason for my immense liking of this book has to be,that it made me fall in love with INDIA  all over again.i'm the kinds who loves and lives my india,sure i do complain about the traffic snarls,corruption,poverty,illiteracy and the rest but thats only like an indulgent parent going on about their kids shortcomings,they dont make me love my country any less but when a foreigner comes along and falls so deeply in love with it,while being honest about what he sees,when he has seen the best and the worst it has to offer and still accept it so unpretentiously it jolts you into appreciating those small yet significant things about india that make it so unique and lovable...you are in love all over again and if you an indian this should be reason enough for you to run to a bookstore and get hold of a copy.
my love for words and clever lines has to be the next important reason..i love the play of words and those witty,funny,sensible and wise lines that shantarams charactors come up with.i love khaderbhais wisdom,love it that karla has a beautiful and clever line for everything,i like didiers sarcasm and wit,and most of all i love shantarams honesty and courage,the love that he has for his frens,his sense of honor and most of all his abilty to accept what fate and life has in store for him but my favorite had to be prabhu,for his simplicity and capacity to love so freely,for the prabhu i see in every indian.
Well maybe it hasnt changed my life or maybe it has in little ways but the point is i loved the book.

topping my wishlist today..

  • Oct. 30th, 2008 at 12:52 PM
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Starting my own publishing company...Why oh why my fren asks me(she thinks owning a pair of jimmy choos should top my list rite at the moment,but lets not discuss that) and i tell her cause i'm tired of being told bout wat to expect from a book even before i see its cover,all those reviews and peoples recommendations are hampering my opinion and judgement.If some one says they like the book and i do end up liking it,i'm wondering if i liked it because someone was all gaga bout it or just cause it was a book to be liked.
So now if i own this dream publication house i get to read them first,can give my unbiased verdict too and also i think i'll enjoy the book far more if i have no expectations..the only down side to the whole business would be having to go through all the crap that turns up,for every well written book my random calculations(thats so contradictory..random and calculations,when oh when will i start making sense)state there will be a 336 not so well written books and a thousand 'not even worth getting beyond the first page' ones...maybe i gotta think more bout my wishlist..maybe i dont want a publishing house..or maybe i do..i should stop blogging it gets me all confused..

cause i wanted to write..

  • Oct. 9th, 2008 at 12:54 PM
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Someone once asked me why people want to write?why the hype about a book written,the numerous blogs and attempts to add to the zillion words printed and read everyday??i dint have an answer,which was weird cause i'm one of those ardent readers who cant live without books..well yea i enjoy them but why the hype,some guy or gal can put together a few words which mostly make sense and seem to use proper grammar and the likes...so what?big deal!! is what most of my peers would say.so it all boils down to why then does the world want to write those books(bloody books sounds nice but i thought it would offend the books)
so i sat down to reason this out..
lets see the first reason that comes into my mind is that they want to be famous,the wrold knows them and their egos get a massage but there sure are other easier ways to get famous i'm sure..then we have the 'leave an indelible mark in the history of mankind' for the coming generations to appreciate their work and know about their forefathers..but who thinks that far!!!ofcourse the only reason could be that they spent years going to proper schools learning english and grammer and now that they finally know where the I goes in Mary and I,they want to display to the world their knowledge..i reject the before said theory based on my belief that the human race is much more complex than that.
humans have been around for a long while they say,based on the skulls and paraphernalia found.the most we know bout the latter part of our history is because man developed this unique art of wirtting down what he saw around him..but did the egyptians really care that their heiroglyphics were reaching us,or did it matter to the sumerians that their writtings are a tad bit difficult to decipher and the aegeans,did they suffer because we dont know how their mighty civilisation perished.So why then did they write..
i personally think its the power..the power to influence thought,sometimes more than just influence,but to put the very thoughts into the minds of the reader.Even the most powerful of the politicians and leaders have a difficult time controlling thoughts but books and authors can influence even the most intelligent peruser of his text.lets take for instance the events leading to the declaration of independence of the state of israel and the turmoil that still goes on,when i read a jews side of the story,i appreciate their courage,wit,think them just and identify with them but the next day when i read bout the plight of the displaced palestinians,refugees in their own state,bound to centuries of tradition,bedouin culture and a religion which thrives on cruelty for thats the way of life the desert has taught them;i come close to understanding their fight and maybe some even support their cause.
I think this is the sole reason one writes,cause nothing,Believe me nothing beats POWER in our human way of life..

 

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I'm so confused right now...all these new fangled ideas about love are confusing my traditional 'get yourself a marriage arranged' roots.I know maybe love isnt all that new,ofcourse it isnt;I'm mighty sure Eve felt more than just lust when she fell for Adam(i'm not very sure about adams feelings though).All the hype about "there is nothing like being in love",and those movies so beautifully made that make you want to believe,the stories heard and songs sung;they leave you wishing or maybe even craving for a hint of love.Even the most practical and stone hearted give in to the temptation once in a while....
You cant call me a cynic,but i am the kinds who loves watching those love movies(chick flicks i hear them being referred to and i scoff at the term),cries through the rough patches,laughs over the silly parts and smiles when they show love at its best;but at the end of it all i accept the happily ever after as a fairy tale,and still think a marriage with a wee bit of compromise and a tad bit of companionship isnt all that bad.Well i have this fren who watched all these movies with me,read all the M & B's and enjoyed those love songs as much as one can..but at the end of the day she thought love was overhyped;until one fine day she comes upto me with this glazed look and says"you know what sudeepta,they really cant capture the feeling of being in love,i thought it was exaggerated but its way better"
You are right i cant really write about this,the confusion persists as of now...lets hope i see some light someday or maybe even fall in love..until then i keep my fingers crossed and continue to vehemently root for an arranged marriage.
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Douglas Adams;i really dont know if he is the kinds one tends to categorize as a genius,but when i say that he was one creative chap,i do so without worries about contrary opinions.you think he is good,you think he is bad,you think he is awesome,think wat you may think but creative you cant argue about.I also think he would have made "perfect date" material in his hey days,you know when he was alive and kicking,and when he wasnt thinking of ways to cheer up marvin;i mean the guy could think of the weirdest,most eccentric things,which incidently are more often than not funny too...what else does a girl want from a conversation.how can one forget that he is so busy thinking of life,the universe and evrything,that he has very little time to ponder over trivial matters like sex,atleast on the first date...Well moving on to the book its a funny book,just like the eskimos have two hundred odd words describing different types of snow,this book is a good source if you want to come up with two hundred odd words describing humor.There is just funny,rollling on the floor funny,side aching funny,you know its going to be funny so you dont find it funny enough funny,there is just a smile on your face funny,smile turning into a mild laugh funny,blatant funny,blasphemous funny,absurd funny,you cant believe someone get so mundane funny,creative funny,eccentric funny and sometimes constant mind numbing you need a break from funny funny..well there is more but guess you can just read the book for details.i almost forgot there is a tad bit of sci fi in it too..

ABOUT ME!!!!!

  • Jul. 8th, 2008 at 3:32 PM
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  Well this one is inspired by the million about mes' on orkut...so heres an about me,by me and for me
        hmmmm..i'm Sudeepta Rao Danapuneni
i love my name(even though most people find it oh so hard to get it right) and i hate the way folks tend to shorten it
i love myself most of the times and i like myself for the remainder
i think yahoo smileys and winkeys deserve a pulitzer or watever they give for things like that especially for the blushing and the batting eyelashes one
many think i'm a very girly gal(i fail to understand what that exactly means,helloooo a girl is a girl girly or otherwise)
yea i do tolerate sports very sportingly but i refuse to stand dissertations and dissections on wind direction,air humidity,grass texture and clay consistency or watever that affects the ball from doing its thing
i hate it when people sneeze right on my plate of tasty dessert 
oh and i love tasty food,especially sweet food
i cant seem to be able to count calories and for that i blame my horrid maths teacher
i feel sorry for the animals sacrificed for the meat i eat and the bags i carry but i havent yet reached a stage in life whr i can renounce heavenly feeling leathers,i promise myself i'll get there some day but that day isnt today
i'm a sucker for luxury but i'm basically a miser,so the torture i put my soul into when i go shopping would have shamed the fuehrer
i'm a modernist stuck in a traditionalists body
oh i love vintage..cars,wine,houses,clocks and the likes
i especially love old houses,i love their high ceilings,huge corridors,wooden stairs,high arched doors and even higher arched windows which give birds an easy entry and a difficult exit,i like the walls built before bricks were invented,i like it that my voice echoes in them,i like it to think bout the secrets it holds....well basically i like those old houses
i have like a starting problem,but once a start its hard for me to stop talking,so that makes me both a good listener and a good talker too(rare isnt that)
i like friends-the show and i believe that those who vehemently state they dont think its funny are just trying to be contrary
i like alanis morisette,bob dylan,billy joel and the likes but i think bollywood tunes are catchy too
people who scoff at other peoples tastes when it comes to music,movies and books are jus too uppity for my liking
those who flaunt their french and state their favorite book is smething in french put me off
the three things i have been  wanting to do in eons is learn french,join a dance class and a gym
i'm lazy(and thats an understatement)
when i'm bored i pine for a new book
i have nightmares bout finding out that i married a gay guy
i had a crush on bryan adams once,i still dont know why.....
i daydream a lot,the one bout william begging me to marry him is my favorite
i like psmith better than jeeves
the one book that had me literally rolling on the floor with mirth was psmith the journalist
i like it when we frens get together and laugh till our sides ache and talk till our jaws hurt
i like chocolates better than ice cream 
creaking fans remind me of summer break in school
i envy artists just cause they can create thing so beautiful,cause they can paint,write and create music so lovely
i cant appreciate abstract art,things that make me wonder what it mite be and then come up with an answer oh it could be this or maybe that
i think feminism has its pros and many cons
reading peoples mind is my favorite hobby,jus wish i had better results
i have never ever acquired a taste for beer like so many people told me i will
i hate it when people smoke right on your face
i believe in kismet connection too
oh astrology and ayurveda i believe are sciences
people who honk in a traffic jam are morons
moron and arse are my favorite words,they jus sound so exotic when i say them
i like candid picts as long as i'm not in them
witty lines are my biggest turn ons after a guy who smells nice
oh i think power is over-rated and politics are a waste of time 
i cud go on but my fingers tire easy...hehehehe









 

hmmm..so you think thats me...

  • Apr. 16th, 2008 at 8:56 PM
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Your Birthdate: September 21
You're a restless rebel with an unpredictable nature.
Bright but unbridled, you tend to seek out wild experiences over new ideas.
People are frustrated by your great potential, but you love your unconventional life.
You're a heartbreaker. People get attached to you, and then you're gone.

Your strength: Your thirst for adventure

Your weakness: Not taking time for slow pleasures

Your power color: Hot pink

Your power symbol: Figure eight

Your power month: March

AND THEN I SAW HIM…..

  • Apr. 16th, 2008 at 10:31 AM
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The morning was turning out to be a very ordinary one for me. Getting up ten mints before class, seven of which are spent on my hair and two on my teeth, rushing to class in record five mints; and no my maths isn’t bad instead of one I can take my own sweet five mints cause the profs always give us late kates a grace of five mints (you wouldn’t know this if you one of those early birds, now would you?). The first half of the morning class was spent on energetic doodling, what with all the adrenaline pumping you cant possibly day dream leave alone catching on sleep, the next half in anticipation of the breakfast my rumbling tummy so wants. Thoughts about the crisp dosa’s from pangal keep me occupied enough to miss my roll call (the sole reason why these morning classes have people like me in them), some pleading and whining later with attendance marked I get out of class. Realise I have no time for crisp dosa’s, what with the college bus headed for the district hospital leaving in ten mints. I grab a samosa and rush to catch a seat in the usually very crowded bus, for I despise standing in a moving bus far more than a missed breakfast. With sides aching and panting I reach in time enough to catch one of the last seats next to A. She graciously shifts to let me have the aisle seat.
        If you have read the previous entry you’ll realise how I use the twenty odd mints for inward reflection and some peace and quiet after all the sympathetic drive of the morning. A mint into the ride I realise that A’s in a talkative mood (A is a dear friend and a total sweet heart), that’s when I look around for a saviour, and the only familiar face around is H standing in the aisle next to me, I try to grab his attention but he is already lost in thoughts. So I decide to shut everything out and dwell in some thoughts of my own, but A is expecting some conversation. Even my looking out through the opposite window doesn’t get my point across, that’s when I decide to knock H out of his reverie to indulge A. I continue staring out of the window while I go knocking at H’s leg or where I presumed his leg was (the knocking was more like poking) and I vaguely remember asking him repeatedly to ‘please talk to her’. A tugs at my hand but I can be insistent, then she whispers shrilly ‘sudi!! What are you doing’. Which finally makes me turn away from the window to look at her gaping and her finger pointing at H; I tear my gaze away from her bewildered face to look at H, but all I see is an even more bewildered stranger’s face staring back at me and my still consistently poking finger in turnsand that’s when I saw him.  
      I could tell you bout how our eyes met at that moment, sparks seem to be flying all over, I sat bolt upright as if something electrically charged had hit me, and how the Greek Adonis smoky eyes sent a tingle right down my spine, it was love at first sight, it couldn’t be anything else. I could go on about how we still in love and how we plan to marry one day, but I don’t believe in deception so I’ll tell you what really happened…I was staring at a very normal bloke, whose expression would have left me in splits, if only I wasn’t thinking of somehow conjuring myself out of the place.
         Maybe the ending would have been very different if I was the likes of kareena kapoor,she would look up to find a hrithik; or if I was kajol I would have some shabby haired shah rukh likes staring back…but me being plain old sudeepta got a plain ol bloke who I never ever saw again.

Manipal to udupi and back; Bega!!! Bega!!!!

  • Apr. 15th, 2008 at 10:21 AM
bored, nostalgic, lazy
 I MISS MANIPAL! No I’m not going to dedicate this to state the obvious, you know how wonderful the place was, and what fun I had, and the likes. At the moment I’m in a happy nostalgic mood; that’s when you remember stuff, which are basically happy memories and they leave you with a smile on your face and a tug at your heart.
           You can’t ever capture emotions for later referral, so people try and pen down their thoughts; and what am I thinking right now? I’m thinking of those innumerable bus rides to and from manipal. Of all the things to get nostalgic about she finds a measly bus ride to get emotional about, if the above thought crosses your mind, pls do read on..
           Well let’s see, there were rides to Karkala, Mangalore, Bangalore, Hyderabad, Malpe and then there was Udupi. Karkala was invariably for the community med postings, yeah there was the scenic church and the wishing well, but the college bus with its ac, and the road with its consistent abrupt turns and twists reminds me only of the nausea it led to; Mangalore rides were more often than not crowded, dusty and sunny, the rides back were better but all the running around left you too wasted; Bangalore and Hyderabad don’t count for the long distances and few visits. So that leaves us with Udupi, aaah haa my favourite.
         Countless rides for varied reasons in every imaginable transport and the only unpleasant memory is of the community dump midway (I can now hold my breath for a whole 24 seconds, all thanks to the stench). Local buses speedy and ever ready at a worthy sum of Rs five, college buses worth all the running if you catch a seat, the auto rickshaws when you are in a luxurious mood, car if a blessed friend is feeling generous; could get you to Udupi in half an hour (wow! that sounds like a line straight out of a guide book). Anyways if you wondering why would one want to get to Udupi; we had a couple of hospitals where we got posted once in a while, that being the only official reason to be in Udupi is listed first, then there was eating out, birthday treats, when one gets deeply devotional (the Udupi Krishna temple), when one feels like having a gadbad, when one is bored of seeing the same old people in the tiny stretch grandiosely called manipal-the educational town, when one felt like borrowing a book from the city bus stand lib, when one has to get away from the stress and strains of the hostel and college life, what better way then a ride alone to Udupi with the greenery and the wind blowing on your face, an interesting crowd to observe, and the wonderful music on loudspeakers is an add on if it turned out to be one of your lucky days(who needs psychotherapists when we have better results for five bucks), I almost forgot the bangles bought for the class parties and yeah chattai chappal (the local jute chappals for the ignorant)hunting for size ten feet.
              More often than not they were just pleasant trips but once in a while something funny, embarrassing or different happens; and then it is a memory to stay. There are quite a few and I’m tired of typing but I want to jot down a couple of them so I don’t ever forget how stupid I can get.
 It was one of those dinner treats at Udupi residency, I don’t remember whose, we were getting really late as usual and we managed to get one of those last buses to Udupi with not even comfortable standing space, well there were people getting out and even more getting in but we just dint seem to be getting any seats. My only explanation for what happens next is that my line of vision wasn’t exactly clear, all I could see were shoulders, hands, legs and some more shoulders and especially when your nice dress is being threatened by sweat and grime, all one thinks of is a window seat. So when the bus starts feeling a little less congested I say “look mansi, seat kali hai” and she goes “ jaldi chal, catch it”. The next thing I remember is we sitting comfortably and imrinder or was it nupur staring at us with a very bewildered expression and I was wondering why she isn’t sitting down too that’s when I notice too many seats empty (by too many I mean the whole bus was empty) and a look outside gives me the answer. Well need I say more? For the slow thinkers we had reached Udupi city bus stand, ahem…the last stop, and I guess it was nupur staring down at us cause imi is always the first one to get onto or get out of a bus. We laughed all through dinner and back.
Oh there’s lot more from where this came but all the staring at the computer strains my eyes so watch out for this space...
                That’s a whole lot of words to understand why I miss those bloody rides!!
 

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wowie my first entry!!

  • Apr. 12th, 2008 at 10:59 PM
bored, nostalgic, lazy
12-04-2008
Day : saturday
time :when the boredom hits you real hard

so sudeepta decides to write,not cause she is any good at it,not cause people will have a look and wonder why she doesnt write more,not cause it'll be a record of her life events,her moods and people around her but cause she has nothing better to do and every body and anybody she knows has a blog and they have it displayed all over the place(be it worthy or unworthy of the publicity).So at this historically very insignificant moment she decides to write.Mind you,this is no charitable deed for the betterment of the content we get to peruse through,but just a not so futile attempt to kill my boredom and if you really reading this i hope i'm of some help to you too..k i cant think of anything else so this wraps up my first entry...yippie!!!