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Being an Outcast@Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Written on 9/01/06

How to cope being an outcast in the class? The expert speaks..or should I say my experiences speaks. The first day I entered the class and everyone gave me a weird look.. “Hmm..is she the new student..” thats wad many students would be thinking.. In my mind.. “Oh my such a big class and everyone is looking at me” well I like to be known who I am as I am not afraid but being surrounded by people u even hardly know and in a new environment filled up wif a new atmosphere..things changes.

I was known as the quietest..some even ask me why am always quiet..well if those who noes me very well must be thinking “Durga quiet? Oh my dat is a great joke” haha.. But you see sometimes the quiet person inside me works out well juz as the noisy person inside me. The good and bad point abt me is that I love to talk a lot. The sad part..at first I couldn’t find anyone for me to juz talk anything out of the box..i felt a lil inferior wad might my classmates think..basically I dun live for people but plz I have my humanitarian in me.

Do you know how does it feel to be sitting in a class living in your own world. Where you keep your bubbliness controlled and sitting in a corner thinking which grp of people are you gonna join and who is gonna go for a break with you..If there is a project work which people should I take in my grp or who is willing to take me in their grp..haiz..so much of tots running in my mind but I din find an answer. Lucky me I had one of my service skill classmate and with her help I made one fren…and as time fly..the circle gets wider day by day. I have realized all you need to do is smile and say hi..and see the difference.

Now being in the class for few a months..a lot of things have changed..or should I say I have changed..i am trying to bring forward the noisy person inside me to my classmates.
My circle of frenz is getting wider which is good but still there is room for improvement.
All those who think of feel that you are an outcast in your class..ahh..no worries..juz say hi and smile to all your classmates..your 1st day there will be maybe juz one reply from juz one classmate..but as time goes..you wun be able to even remember how many people said hi and smiled at you cause u will be busy wif you circle of frenz..and do you know why do we always say circle of frenz..coz there is no ending at all and no beginning at all.

My class ISF..the Intellectual Social Freaks..hahahaha..I have learned something in life.. Making frenz may be not be easy but once you have made treasure them more then you treasure gold. Coz they are priceless and gifts from the angels above us. I have always have a feeling that whoever we meet in our journey of life..be it our fren or enemy he or she has something to with our destiny..This is my point of view but it can be a fact too.

This topic is written by me as a student. Many years later, once I really grow old..and when I read abt it I might laugh at what I have written but I would never regret. That’s me. Ending here..Adiyoz.

Written 11/01/06

I dun noe why something has been bothering me from the inside which means my heart tries to tell something where my mind doesn’t agree and vice versa. Sometimes its’ not hard to understand a person’s heart but its whether are we able to accept the facts.
Things are not so easy as it seems to be. I have a lot to say from the bottom of my heart but am loss of words. My expectations does not match wif reality and why is that so? Some might say if you have no expectations you would never feel disappointed but after all we are human beings. I feel as though I am stranded in an island alone and when I turn around to look not for food but for a shoulder to lean, a listening ear, a big warm hug..i stood dere crying coz I cld not find anyone.
I might have a big wide smile but only my eyes reveal the truth.


Scribbled by Breaks Da Hearts Of Many Guys.