Well folks i've finished my bachelors degree. bitter sweet feeling really. i really enjoyed this year here. meeting new ppl and gaining new experiences. Wish it was longer. sometimes wish i could have started from 1st year. (boy, that would have been a party).

Now i just gotta wait for results. (dear universe, pls, let me pass, i realised i said i wanted to go back to sch, but i do not wanna repeat anything. I say again. I DO NOT WANT TO FAIL)

thinking about results scare the living daylights outta me. so we shall move on to a more awesome topic and burry thoughts of results somewhere under the piles of useless information in my mind.

I went to goldcoast again. fun fun fun. and then went to byron bay. did loads of stuff. partied and had a romantic time strolling/rolling along the beach with a new friend in goldcoast. then up to byron we flew, and did all sorts of water sports.

now. i am an adventurous girl. i believe you've gotta try everything once to discover whether you like it anot. i went skydiving an enjoyed it tremendously.

however, from what i gather, i am not a water person. half the time i felt like i was drowning. when the kayaked capsized and the waves went over my head filling my mouth with salty sea water 3 thoughts went throuhg my head:

1. I am going to drown and die
2. Well, you know what, if I do drown, at least i'll die in a really pretty place and perhaps the dolphins will push my body back ashore.
3. Lastly i thought that i should probably stop thinking and starting attempting to save myself.

as u can see, i didnt die. and i went on to kayak with dolphins and excusing the fact that i was terribly nasueated from sea sickness, the remainder of the trip was enjoyable.

the day before i attempted to surf. 'attempted' should give u a clue to how that went. and also went snorkelling, during which again, sea sickenss got the better of me, and out came lunch, dinner, and all my guts.but that was fun while i was not throwing up.

when i came back, we were so sore, that i felt we probably deserved to get right back on another plane and fly to an exotic spa retreat.

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I write something for you every year on the 2nd of july. but i wasnt around this year. if you been watching u saw where i was. ;)dont think for a second i wasnt thinking about you. i think of you everyday babe.everyday. we would have had so much fun if you were still around. i know u've always wanted to be a beach bum, surfer dude,travel the world. i think im kinda doing this all for you in some way. you'll never get your chance so i wanna live for you, it sorta keeps you alive for me.

i love you. i miss you.

Always,
Sabita

I think i may be losing my mind. The other day, i burst out laughing uncontrollably about something that wasn’t even funny. The conversation went something like this:

NAn: how are we going there?
Me: walking
-queue uncontrollable laughter and dirty looks from people around me.

I don’t know why, but somehow me answering 'walking' was the most hilarious thing i have ever heard in my life. And i have heard some funny things in my lifetime. And when i realised that it wasn’t funny, i began to laugh harder and i still didn’t know why i was laughing. I could hardly breathe, walk, and at one point was tearing and healed over in pain from laughing. I think i may have almost suffocated myself.
Perhaps I should have listened to that lady who told me i was crazy all those years ago. For those of you that dont know, let me tell you the story.

So there i was, at the tender innocent age of 18, waiting at the train station with my ten year old sister for the arrival of my cousin for a day of retail therapy.

All of a sudden without warning, this little middle aged woman shouts at me angrily from a far. I turn around, and go "huh?", then I look around and realise, okay, this lady's a little bit kuku because she had just been done shouting at someone else. So i break eye contact and go and stand against the wall.
But like some sick twisted horror movie, she follows me and continues hurling abuse at me. i must say, she had a very impressive colourful vocabulary of explicit words. i try not to look at her and urge my little sis to do the same. But she comes right up to me, and stands 2 inches from my face wildly waving. Me, being tender and innocent, i still stick to my master plan of trying not to look at her ( which is a bit difficult when someone is right in your face). I look around with pleading eyes at the able bodied men standing around. But NOOOO, nobody helps me. hmph. shivery - they were right when they said it was dead. This added to my list of why i think men are useless. but i digress, we shall talk about why i have lost faith in the male species another day.

And then, she hits me! (okay, it wasn’t really hard, I have probably exaggerated this part a tad bit when i recounted the events in the months to come. she barely nudged me, in fact i think it may have been un-intentional because she was waving her arms around like you would expect a crazy person to do) but because I got spooked i hit her back, threw out some vulgarities for impact and ran for it.

By this time, my sister, had abandoned ship. she was shouting at me from a far ( Run sab! RUN!) - i know i can count on my sister in times of crisis.

so for those of you whom i haven’t lost, and have made it through to this point of my very slightly exaggerated story, well done, because this is the best part. the punch line.

So i run to the control station, i tell the person at the counter, that perhaps they should call security because this woman is harassing me. but low and behold, our crazy friend, comes up from behind me and tells the person that i have been trying to get to help me that I, ME, Sabita karapan, is the crazy one, and that i shouldn’t be listened to. She turns to me and triumphantly says, 'nobody's gonna listen to you.'

Laugh. Laugh all u want.

So it was my word against hers’ to who was the one that was bonkers. You know you've hit a low point when u can’t convince somebody you are sane. Yes. my life is a few clowns short of a circus.

So coming back to my point, perhaps she was right. She clearly had foresight. Maybe i am the crazy one.

I admittedly dont have much of a love life. The few that i have met over this past year have undoubtedly been mistakes. In fact 'mistakes' would probably be an understatement. They have enabled me to be the butt of every joke in my immediate circle of friends thereby providing endless hours of entertainment. However I must say that they have each taught me very valuable life lessons.

1. ________ has taught me that ppl are genuinely crazy.
2. _______ confirmed my suspicion that men are assholes.
3. _______ taught me that that much torture is not worth dinner and a movie.
4. _______ has taught me that i am crazy. (And that human stupidity has no boundaries)

*Names have been omitted to protect identities.

So to the 4 of you, I thank you. And if i never see you again, it would be a day too soon.

My funny Valentine
Sweet comic Valentine
You make me smile with my heart
Your looks are laughable, unphotographable
Yet you're my favorite work of art

Is your figure less than Greek?
Is your mouth a little weak?
When you open it to speak, are you smart?

But don't change a hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay little Valentine, stay
Each day is Valentine's Day

ouh dear god

there must be some reason for this in-your-face-torture you are dishing out to me. clearly i have angered you in some way. i apologise sincerely. now make it stop.

Sabita needs something exciting to happen.

1. The play-by-play

I'm going out now. i'm stuck in traffic. i've reached my destination. i'm going for lunch. i cant decide what to eat. I've just had the best fish-and-chips ever. i'm on the way home. I'm heading to bed.

Really, I dont care.

2. One words

___is bored
___ is tired
____ is sick

Telling us you’re tired, bored, sleepy, awake or excited is never going to set the world alight, and just looks like you’re trying to remind people you’re still alive.


3. Passive Agression

Do you really think the object of your aggression is ever going to read what you have written and react to it in such a way that it will change the severity of your aggression. I'm sorry, but it has never happened.

4. Too much Information

There are really some things that you dont want to be broadcasting to the world. Really, think before you type. It will come back to bite you in the ass.

5. Statuses intented to invoke jealousy

yes, i hope you are enjoying your holiday. but there is no need to rub it in everyone elses face that they are not in paradise with you.