Beauty queen of only eighteen, she had some trouble with herself.
He was always there to help her, she always belonged to someone else.
I drove for miles and miles and wound up at your door.
I’ve had you so many times but somehow I want more.
I don’t mind spending everyday, out on your corner in the pouring rain.
Look for the girl with the broken smile, ask her if she wants to stay a while,
and she will be loved.
She will be loved.
Tap on my window knock on my door, I want to make you feel beautiful.
I know I tend to get so insecure, doesn’t matter anymore.
It’s not always rainbows and butterflies, it’s compromise that moves us along.
My heart is full and my door’s always open, you come anytime you want.
I don’t mind spending everyday, out on your corner in the pouring rain.
Look for the girl with the broken smile, ask her if she wants to stay a while,
and she will be loved.
She will be loved.
I know where you hide alone in your car.
Know all of the things that make you who you are.
I know that goodbye means nothing at all, comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls
Tap on my window knock on my door, I want to make you feel beautiful.
I don’t mind spending everyday, out on your corner in the pouring rain.
Look for the girl with the broken smile, ask her if she wants to stay a while,
and she will be loved.
when i say i want to have a quality photo log, thisiswhat i mean. even though photography is my newest passion, i hardly get any time for it. if you’ve ever been a full time student and involved in a million different things you know what i am talking about.
my newest love is sepia photography. not color, not black & white, but sepia. there is just something about sepia pictures that make them awesome. even a mediocre shot looks much more artistic in sepia mode. i have to figure out how to convert color pictures into sepia. i don’t want to take pictures directly in sepia mode, cuz they might look more interesting in color.
what i really want to do in a photo log is to post the pictures of different areas of the city. the areas that are very commonly visited by the people and are usually taken for granted, but no one notices the place the way a photographer would. or shoot one location of the city repeatedly over a period of time and observe how the place looks like through the time.
and i dont think all the pictures in a photo log should be of professional quality, even though that’s what i’ve been doing so far but it will change soon. a collection of casual and candid shots would make an excellent photo log in my opinion. but for that you have to have a camera with you at all times. and the only way thats possible is when the camera is small enough to fit in the pocket.
“excuse me…” a very cute girl pulled me out of my fantasy land.
“are you in sad?” i couldnt believe someone was talking to me.
“err… what?” sad, do i look sad… just because im sitting alone in the back doesnt mean i am sad.
“oh… software architecture and design.” she clarified. i hate abbreviations.
“of course, yes i am taking that class… how can i help you miss (good looking)?”
“actually… i am new here and i don’t know anybody to make a project group with. did you happen to make a group yet?”
oh… my… god… why did i make a group for this course already? why does it happen to me? why didn’t you come to me in the first class? why why why?
“oh… yes… no… i mean… im sorry i have made my group already… but i am looking for a study partner to study the course material with and prepare for the exams, cuz i just cant study alone by myself… i need someone to study with (can’t you see, im too desperate).”
“hmm… sure… we can do that… it would be nice to… oh… the professor is here…”
“ok… just meet me after the class and we will work something out.”
“sure… talk to you then.”
yes!! today is my lucky day… a good looking girl actually comes to me and talks to me… instead of the other way round… what more could i ask for.
The best thing I could do on the 3rd anniversary of September 11 attacks was to give words to how I felt on the day. That’s exactly what I did, not knowing that I was not the only one with the same idea.
Here are a couple of links where you will find more blogs in which people shared their experiences of the day.
I was in buffalo, new york, struggling through my undergrad studies. it was a beautiful tuesday morning. I had a fitness class at 9 am. I hate morning classes but I had no other choice as that was supposed to be my last semester and I had to take something to complete my credit hours. I was a few minutes late as usual, but the instructor was used to it so she didnt say anything.
After the 50 minute class I went in the library and studied for a while, another unsuccessful attempt at completing the homework that was due a few days later.
“Pentagon was tough, how did they do it.”
I looked at the desk in front of me and saw two white kids talking to each other and giving me strange looks. I had no idea what they were talking about. I was accustomed to strange looks and behaviour ever since i was in the united states.
Tired of my ramblings with the homework, I went up to the first floor of the library to check my email. While I was roaming around looking for an available PC, a friend of mine spotted me and came to talk to me.
“hey, do you know what just happened?” He looked kind of excited, kind of upset, kind of worried.
“no… what happened?” I was clueless.
“planes crashed over the world trade center buildings and both the towers have collapsed.” He sounded like a news reporter to me.
“what are you talking about?” I was under the impression that he was overwhelmed by some action movie he just watched last night.
“I’m serious, it’s all over cnn. A plane also crashed over pentagon.” For the first time I started to understand what was going on. But I was still naive.
In the mean time I found an empty terminal and quickly occupied it and logged in to the system. My friend went on his way, perhaps to break the news to some other unaware sole.
cnn.com was the first thing I typed as soon as I started the browser. The site that always took a moment to load on the super fast internet connection of the school, took a few minutes that day, only to find out that it was just a web page with a picture of twin towers, smoke coming out of them, followed by the news details. I was breathless. I could’t believe what was happening.
I noticed a commotion few feet away from me, in front of a tv screen that normally shows information related to the library and news related to the school. I figured out by then that the crowd was gathered to watch cnn and rest of the day will not be normal. So I logged myself off from the computer and joined the rest of the public who was watching the news with eyes and mouth wide open.
I saw the videos of second plane hitting the tower, the towers collapsing, people screaming and running, and pentagon burning, showing repeatedly over the various news channels. My first reaction was, dude, this seems like a hollywood movie, how could this be real.
but it was real.
rest of the day was, indeed, anything but normal. Soon a university official accounced that they were clossing the school for the rest of the day and all the classes were cancelled, and that all of us should go home as soon as possible. I got home and watched tv in the lounge of my dorms for few hours, and then went to sleep in the afternoon. When I woke up, everything seemed like a dream. But I knew it was not a dream. I checked the news again and they were still showing the same videos from the morning.
I left my dorm room and visited my friends, where, of course, the topic of discussion was what happened and what might happen next and what might be the consequences. Needless to say, everyone was shocked and unsure about the future, and most of us were scared. really scared.
After the dinner I was really fed up of all the discussions and debate we were having. So I decided to leave. Once back in the comfort of my room, I talked to my family back home. They had also heard the news and were concerned about my safety. I assured them that I was perfectly fine alongwith my friends and there is nothing to worry about. I didn’t know what else to tell them. The entire conversation took a good hour.
It was late night. I was stressed out by the events of the day. I went to sleep.
A day the world will never forget had come to an end.
one of the most annoying and painful tasks at the start of a new semester is to find the right people with whom you can make a team to work on the group project for that course.
as soon as the professor announces that there will be team projects in this course, you feel like dropping the course immediately, but realize its too late and no other course has any empty seat, plus all other courses are pretty boring.
depressed, you look around the room to glance at your class mates. what a bunch of nerds. you peek at the long haired and untrimmed bearded geek on your right, who seems to be living at a place where taking shower is considered a major crime. then you observe the person on your left and realize that he could knock you down with single punch and will probably eat you uncooked for dinner. its obviously not a very good idea to even ask them about making the group.
you again survey the entire class and hunt for the cutest gal in the class. there she is. hi, cutiepie. oh wait, she is sitting next to her boy friend, who seems more like her body guard, as her body seems to be attached with his.
cursing your luck, you find out that most other girls in the class are not worth a second look and making a project with them is last thing you would do on this planet. so you decide to make a group with guys only. guys that are smart enough to know how to make projects. guys who can happily do your part of the project and still be thankful to you to be in their team. guys with lots of female friends so that you can give them company while he is working hard finishing the project.
its easy to find such guys. just look for the one with most hip clothes. there he is. now look for another one. he is right there, in the 2nd row. perfect.
Beauty queen of only eighteen, she had some trouble with herself.
“excuse me…” a very cute girl pulled me out of my fantasy land.
I was in buffalo, new york, struggling through my undergrad studies. it was a beautiful tuesday morning. I had a fitness class at 9 am. I hate morning classes but I had no other choice as that was supposed to be my last semester and I had to take something to complete my credit hours. I was a few minutes late as usual, but the instructor was used to it so she didnt say anything. 
one of the most annoying and painful tasks at the start of a new semester is to find the right people with whom you can make a team to work on the group project for that course.