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Wondering how long it will take before I could adjust in a totally new culture and environment. Apparently my class is very small and almost all international and so very different from myself so I wonder if I would be able to make any friends at all.
Feel so bad.
Me too.Quote:
Originally Posted by paradoxical
Missing my very first class isn't a good start. Who the hell puts classes on orientation day?
You can always talk to me.Quote:
Originally Posted by Lykren
i am sad because apparently i have offended people D:
Wondering how indispensable it is to have a quick brain.
Just what I should feel when a group of 9 years old children say that they dream of me. Kinda weird and cute. :lol:
VERY! :nod:Quote:
Originally Posted by Maximilianus
I donīt like dentist
Look at the brighter side of things!
No wonder I face trouble then. My brains don't seem quick enough, at least not every time I need them to be.Quote:
Originally Posted by aliengirl
I suspect you will make friends easier than you think. After all, they are all going to feel somewhat displaced and homesick, just like you. :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Pensive
I feel both despondent and determined. How many times have I started over and to what avail? :(
Grettir is one bad mother****er.
I know because mine doesn't work fast when I lose my temper. I was not quick enough to see through the plan of a certain person who's trying to create problems for me. Later one of my friends pointed out that I should have kept my temper and should have applied some quick counter strategy.Quote:
Originally Posted by Maximilianus
I wonder what it is like to speak any language fluently.
Confusing :)Quote:
Originally Posted by cacian
I wonder how it must feel to have time to study
sabko maara jigr ke shayron ne aur jigr ko sharaab ne maara
Well thought!
I get nervous during exams, which makes me fail at times.Quote:
Originally Posted by aliengirl
It feels beautiful, but it demands a good amount of work, like constantly reading grammar books, checking dictionaries, talking to people, and so on.Quote:
Originally Posted by cacian
Should I? - Yea. Do IT!
Tere ishq ki inteha chaahta hoon meri saadgi dekh kya chaahta hoon
(I just want to experience falling in love with you on its maximum extreme. How simple I must be to desire such a thing and nothing in return!)
Jannat mubarak rahe zaahidoN ko K maiN apka saamna chaahta hooN
(May the better people get a glimpse of the heaven, my heaven lies in a sight of yours!)
- Allama Iqbal (for some reason it loses something when translated! Or it might just be because I am horrible at translating! :p)
Hm...is it wise to just pop into a forum and add something when no one has any clue who you are. How does this kind of thing work? I never seem to fit into any online community. Maybe I'll just close this tab...
Be bold, Emily. Who cares about being wise?
Sheesh, yeah. And how could it be unwise, anyhow? It's true that people can get to know each other as commenters in an online community, and find value in that, but it isn't anything near the stakes connected to a real-world, real-life community.
There are some people here who are nuts, some who are smart, some who like the distant socialization, some who like bouncing around ideas, and all kinds of types. If you want to throw an idea out there, go ahead, you don't have to worry about who anyone is or if you or they ever interact again here. The worst that could probably happen is maybe someone who just posts to get attention will get you wrapped up in a back-and-forth that they don't really care about, or someone who has a favorite "argument" will try to shoehorn your posts into its opposition, or some "trap" like that--so don't get too focussed on "getting the last word", and just try to make your point. Definitely don't worry about "fitting in". You can exchange ideas as long as you wish, without any attention to "community" beyond the Forum's rules. If you want to be substantive, and post once a week or once a month, that's fine--a good idea, in fact, if this place starts seeming like quicksand away from a happier existence.
I'm so happy that in a week we might FINALLY get to meet!
I'm deliriously happy, that or I'm exceedingly tired.
It's all over except for the crying.
I am stupid, stupid, stupid.
No fight left in me. I give up.
I hate where I live. No opportunity. In the last 3 months my life has fallen apart.
Fate sucks.
Quote:
Originally Posted by Darcy88
Well, giving up can be under-rated, but-
Come what may, Time and the hour run through the roughest day.
I'm so sorry you're in a tight spot, Darcy. I'm stuck too. It can be an awful feeling. I really hope things turn around for you.
I am thinking this: Who invented the concept of Lepricorns.
It would help to get me writing something about them.
Many things exist as mere pointless concepts, as illusory ideals, and wisdom is likely to be the worst.
I wonder if you meant leprechaun. If so, the inventors were the ancient Irish.Quote:
Originally Posted by cacian
A lot can change in 2 years.
Yay, a night shift! True, most of the customers are drunk, and there are always plenty of jerks and perverts among them, but at least there's usually plenty of time to read in between the customers (unlike during the daytime, when I might have over 500 custemers during one shift).
Why can't some right words come out of my mouth when required? Why do I keep embarrassing myself?
Oh gawd, they're wheeling out the original cast of The Sound of Music - again. Like they do for every 5 year anniversary.
So, the moment to realise I was really, really, really lucky just now has come. Sadly it coincides with the moment of realising what a guileless idiot I am.
There was a knock on the next door just now and what I did was: I assumed it was going to be a handyman (currently working in the house), opened the door to my parents' apartment, took a look and when I didn't see anything, I opened the steel lattice door and stepped outside.
I was met by an elderly woman looking lost and responding to my queries of “Can I help you? Are you looking for someone?" with something in, well, possibly Bulgarian or something. And whilst I was trying to decide what to do, I suddenly heard a man calling to her and - well, when she turned away from me, that was the moment our cleaning lady decided that it would be a good idea if I stepped back in and locked the door, so she could explain to me that the people outside were most probably attempting a burglary.
My parents whom I called agree with this assertion.
So ... oops!
Thinking of these lines -
'I want the poem to begin
From the tip of your eyelashes
And flow through the night.'
And about the person who wrote it. Calls himself a misanthrope. Can a misanthrope write these beautiful lines?