Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Dear Ms Beyonce,

1) Pls stop lapdancing for your boyfriend on my tv screen. I've no interest what goes on behind closed doors.

2) Please try, really TRY not do the raindance on my tv screen, wearing wad seems like my kindergarten costume for the hula dance.

3)You're really gorgeous and have a great voice. Make use of it. i'm getting quite tired of seeing you in shorts and singlet in all ur videos. So again, pls try, and really TRY to stop boosting your sales by getting only horny-assed bastards to buy your cd.

Thank the lord that before i could puke out the weird healthy vegetable concoction i made, my golden girl, Nelly Furtado came out.

ALSO,

Dear Mr Tan, Mrs Tan And Ms Tans of the world, all those who believe you hail from the all-mighty mainland of China, pls think before you open that gap in your mouth. Pls STOP for one second. THINK and open that mouth which stuffs pretty much anything that walks/crawls/swims/hops/flies. I can go on and on and on abt how much you annoy the rest of the population with your frivolous insensitive remarks. And again, what you think is sOOOOO funny, may not be really that funny to ME. So pls, before you force us to deal with you the Aussie way, start thinking.

*smiles* no offence, but i really do love the majority of the mustard population

harshi
and so her story is told@ 1:20 AM
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the Femme
+ and thus, she is named +
+ Age +
0
+ from +
lil red dot on the globe
+ craving for.. +
ice cream and cake
+ hates +
nymphomaniac bitches
+ wishlist +
1.) colored cellphone
2.) new makeup
3.) vacation

Sometimes I love you, sometimes i hate you, but everything i do, is only to get tangled up in you




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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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