Tuesday, September 19, 2006

i ought to be studying. really. but since ive got a week break coming up, haha, no harm in slacking abit aite?! life has been going on wonderfully recently. its been a mad rush, and work has taken a heavy backlog but these will be ironed out soon. Thanks to all the sweeties who made my birthday a wonderful, unforgettable one. Even a single message counted into making my day a fab one, so thank you hunnys!! and im in love wid every single present i got from u guys. I love you guys. You guys seem to know me so well!!!

Anyway, speaking of birthdays, it was thuva's birthday yesterday!! Happy 6th birthday hun!!! muuuaaacks! yep, he has finally matured from 5 to 6!! Had dinner at the glass hall, fish and co. seafood platter for two and some yummy vanilla ice cream with the live band playing. quite a nice romantic touch to it. I would like to conveniently forget how the FISH and CO staff nearly managed to ruin my birthday surprise, and i had to make up weird lies to thuva which sounded soooo incredible. but its thuva. and thuva, being a gundu, wld believe if u told him that Beyonce became the president of UNITED STATES. and i love him :) Anyway kiddies, ive a stalker. and Mr stalker, i know ure reading this cuz i know you are. lame argument but i know YOU ARE, okay????!!! right, now that his role in my life has been affirmed, i'm going to change what we are to call him by. He's not really a stalker cuz stalkers are mean, and threatening and weird. he is anything but. he is nice. sweet. smart and really interesting. we'll call him mr. scoundrel. It started off soo weird that one can say its a hand dealt by fate. NORmally, if some person was to call and want to get to know me better, i would say..." great.here's my msn.talk to u soon. bye" ..what happened to mr scoundrel was, i mistook his voice for someone familiar..so i kept on guessing and guessing which one of my frends he was. in the end, i tot it was jus a frend of mine who has decided to become irritating and the topics wandered off...music, politics, terrorism, religion, love, women's charter, law, prenuptial agreements, school, friends, fine cuisine, holidays, shopping and i realized, I've never talked to someone like this before. Figures out, i dont really know this person. But he knows my biodata. I'm nt sure guys. I thought it was really hypocritical if u had enjoyed talking to somone, and once u dint know who he was, stop talking to him. initially it was a game of hide and seek. Like playing detective. But the initial thrill has already worn off. I'm tired. Now that I feel he has started to lie to me, i dont wanna do this anymore. It there is anything i cant tolerate, its lies and deceit. Unless you've decided to come out with a clean slate and do a formal introduction, please do not call me anymore.

anyway, this has to be my favourite picture EVER !!!!

harshi
and so her story is told@ 11:26 PM
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+ 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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