Sunday, September 18, 2005

manz..i wrote a realli nice entry yest, but as my lousy internet connection has it, it lost my entry. stupid silly thing. i hope it rots in hell.

anyways, i was jus rumbling along w life. as someone once mentioned to me, life can be summed up in 3 words. it goes on. the past wk had been a myrid of events. workload is catching up and yes, im struggling to keep it abreast. i had a fantastic wknd tho. club, party, meeting frends up. wad an awesome way to end a hectic wk :)
well, i still cant believe i hadnt blogged on the details of my birthday. it was simply awesome. i loved it as well as the hunnies who put in the effort for makin it fantastic. i think i had my last celebration on sat. with him. hez sweet. i irritate him. alot. but i jus love watching him all riled up, defending himself. i was bugging him abt checking out the waitress. and all of sudden she comes out, holding a huge brownie with a candle on it. *heart melts* cant believe he went down there so much earlier to plan it all out. i was realli taken aback. hez adorable. i cant deny it. things realli went well and as usual, i thoroughly enjoy myself EVERYTIME im w him. thats realli smthng cus not many guys make me feel that way. anyhoo, he ruined it towards the end. during my last phonecall with him on the way home. he told me to get something for beng's hatchie day by myself instead of sharing it with him cus it'll appear more sincere that way. yea rite. jerk.

harshi
and so her story is told@ 8:59 PM
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+ craving for.. +
ice cream and cake
+ hates +
nymphomaniac bitches
+ wishlist +
1.) colored cellphone
2.) new makeup
3.) vacation

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My angel
My angel is as perfect as heaven
She is as fiesty as hell
but she is from neither
more precious than any diamond gold and silver
she is weaned by Mother Earth tender

My angel's the colour of sand
With rings of locks that cascade
Frames her lovely smile with which
My heart she takes
Her face as beautiful as dawn
Habours the innocence of a doe-eyed fawn
Big dark eyes that implore
She moves like autumn leaves in fall

My angel's needs no halo
When from inside she glows
The sweetest thing is what she is
Words cant express the way i feel
When you think of her
You think of rainbows
She ignites your soul from deep below

My angel
My past, My future
My ups, My downs
My smiles, My frowns
My all, My everything
When i think of love
I think of you

Thank you- harshini..
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