And so It Begins...

Hellluuuuu internet!

Although I swore off posting any kind of personal information on the www , my friends with their brave new blogs served as an inspiration to me to write down my random rants and ravings and to share them with the web. Plus as unfortunate as it is, it seems as if my brain is no longer connected to my pen/pencil when it comes to writing down my thoughts. No longer can I scribble away down on paper(as evidenced by the multitude of half-finished pretty journals gathering dust in my bedroom)-- instead, said brain is now, it seems, permanently hard-wired to the keyboard for transferrence of ideas.

So who am I and what am doing here? It is enough to say the following for now: Me. 27 years old. Single. (had to put the single bit in there- hey you never know who's reading!) South-Asian American girlie surviving in big old beau-ti-ful yet crazy NYC. Brooklyn to be precise. Am a paradox in disquise. Someone who is quiet at first when you first meet her, but who, upon establishing a connection, a friendship, whatever, becomes instantly zany, a crazy kookie spunky klutz that my friends all know me to be. Have been known to spend a record ten hours on the phone without bathroom break or food! A lover of chocolate and wine, tipsy karaoke with best friends, singing Shakira on the commute to school (both in car and on subway, much to the horror of other riders.) Am a big fan of the comma, and the ... I love ...-ing. You'll see me use the "," and "..." everywhere and occasionally the dash "-" despite getting my liberal arts training, and despite the countless consultations with "Strunk and White..."

Well okay, the other reason for my current state of deplorable grammar, punctuation and use of run-on sentences is because ... all the literary genius has been sapped out of me...because....am med student. yes, yes, Cannot hide the fact, eventually will get out anyway. Speaking of which, how come there's no "medicine" under the blogster occupation thingamagigee? Anyways, is the reason for attempt at blogging. Maybe it will save whatever scrap of creative spark that I had once upon a time a loooooong ass time ago.

Anyways, is getting late, must catch my zzzzs, shall write about my fabulous trip to london in next log.
Cheerio!
*smooch*
-chai-baby