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even though this is a journal... i feel like i just can't write about some things.... like the things that make me so mad and upset me. i need to TALK to someone about what happened. right Tanvi? *chuckles* like last night... was not a nice night. I just don't know how to write about it. But if I get up, walk out my door and 10 steps to Tanvi's room, I could really say a lot about it. *sigh*


Jan. 11th, 2001 01:54 pm (UTC)
Re: Last nite's affairs
hmmmmm, well, how to reply... some company makes my actions alter from their quasi-perfect intention... as far as the conversation quote you've decided to pick up on, i was referring to a completely different time and place. i am aware that the presence of a certain party creates a tension that demands resolution. being aware of such difficulties, i try my best to diffuse the situation. if that means a sharp decline in the quality of the talk, so be it. i will not sit in the middle of a feud; i'd rather be blissful in thinking that at least someone is making attempts to declare peace. i've been generalized so easily into a perverted typical male that i can assume the role without too much loss of face. as for the conversation, i don't think it was that terrible; just a reminiscence of the past and time to ponder the events that occurred, as well as receive other opinions of events that transpired. i apologize if that jeopardized the feeling of communalism. everyone has moods... i do not understand why the division occurred then, besides practicality of eating. i tried to talk across but i was confronted without confrontation. meaning- i was dismissed. hence, i returned to the same discussion at the table.

i'll just throw my hands up at this point. its done. further exhaustion appears to just agitate whatever little bumps exist.


Pashmina Lalchandani
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