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Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play, Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day, The sun is up, the sky is blue, It's beautiful and so are you

It's been a while since I've blogged and while I have wanted to, I've been simply too lazy to actually do something about it. Of course, I've probably lost the two readers I had, but Cest la vie.

It's been a strange eight months since I last blogged. A lot has happened and while I'd love to rant and whine to you, most of it has been good.

I'm still working. I even got a raise, though it was so minuscule that even calling it a raise is a joke.

My brother bought me a digital SLR, this one I want to marry it and have babies. Accordingly I've named him Flint and he's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

I went on two holidays. One to Dubai and the other to Sattal in Uttarakhand. Two holidays as different as anything I could ever have hoped for.

I gave my MA exams in English Literature and actually passed Part 1. Now I only have Part 2 to worry about.

I now have, not just one, but two new blogs, one is a photography blog, Swirls of Sapphire and the other is a football blog, Red All Over.

Both are blogs I've been contemplating for a while now and I finally managed to actually do something about it. The photography one is one I'm rather nervous about, because my talents in that direction are rather suspect. But oh well, go over, peruse them and please be kind.

Also, in my quest to blog more, I'm taking up The 30-Day Project, which I came across on my travels through the worldwide web. I just hope I manage to live up to the promise and actually blog for an entire month.

Also, while I might not have been commenting. I have definitely been reading. So please forgive me for completely disappearing. I promise not to do it again.


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