ohh dear
it's 3am. i know i could sleep if i tried, but something in me doesn't want to.
i've just been to see a film (300, i think it's a westen film, but even in Hindi you get the gest) had some guy get pissed because he thought we were friends, and yet i wouldn't get in the car with him (the dilehma (Kau?) of drinking with locals) and had a fun night out with some random residents of the Jaipur inn.
all in all i've had fun, and wish i could write it all in my journal, only i don't think my eyes could see the paper right now. it's too late.
theres so much about India thats hard to write. it affects you, but not in words. i'm not even trying to be mystical, but it's like back home "what did you do today?" "i know i did something but what?"
i've been to parks, finished my shopping (one or two of you may not get gifts, but thats mainly because i couldn't think or see anything you'd like) have gotten over my sickness (god praise immodium) but still can't chew (wisdom tooth). i know where everthing important is, atms, cinemas, resturants, cafes, good lassy, bars, cheap sites and rickshaw stands.
it's like job experience; explain your experience in 400 words or less. give one example of when you were a leader. blah blah blah. i have stories, but they wouldn't come across on screan, and take too long to write, and no one would read them. i like it here yet it's not home. i'm changing so much, but how? i'm not the person i was before i left for india, but theres nothing new, no ideas, no plans, just... different.
a picture is worth a thousand words and yet i can't draw. and a picture would never explain how i felt, how i feel, what i think, how i've changed.
i doubt anyone will notice a difference.... well... maybe one or two, but you'll know who your are, and maybe i'll be able to make you understand.
i've just been to see a film (300, i think it's a westen film, but even in Hindi you get the gest) had some guy get pissed because he thought we were friends, and yet i wouldn't get in the car with him (the dilehma (Kau?) of drinking with locals) and had a fun night out with some random residents of the Jaipur inn.
all in all i've had fun, and wish i could write it all in my journal, only i don't think my eyes could see the paper right now. it's too late.
theres so much about India thats hard to write. it affects you, but not in words. i'm not even trying to be mystical, but it's like back home "what did you do today?" "i know i did something but what?"
i've been to parks, finished my shopping (one or two of you may not get gifts, but thats mainly because i couldn't think or see anything you'd like) have gotten over my sickness (god praise immodium) but still can't chew (wisdom tooth). i know where everthing important is, atms, cinemas, resturants, cafes, good lassy, bars, cheap sites and rickshaw stands.
it's like job experience; explain your experience in 400 words or less. give one example of when you were a leader. blah blah blah. i have stories, but they wouldn't come across on screan, and take too long to write, and no one would read them. i like it here yet it's not home. i'm changing so much, but how? i'm not the person i was before i left for india, but theres nothing new, no ideas, no plans, just... different.
a picture is worth a thousand words and yet i can't draw. and a picture would never explain how i felt, how i feel, what i think, how i've changed.
i doubt anyone will notice a difference.... well... maybe one or two, but you'll know who your are, and maybe i'll be able to make you understand.