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Sunday, January 14. Infatuation they told me…yes, it was justtt crazy infatuation…. Listening to: obsession by Soil. Silent prayers and wishes for you aa'smay*. 7:50 AM, February 16, 2007. 8:23 AM, March 07, 2007. 175;`•. .•[Raaji]•. .•´¯). Ask from the voice within. doesn't matter what they say :). 11:53 AM, July 05, 2007. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A qualified procrastinator ;). View my complete profile. Infatuation they told me…yes, it was justtt crazy . JAB, CROSS, AXE-KICK!
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..: ...just a day left now...
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Friday, January 5. Just a day left now. Kay so everything is packed—except oh yeah! My lappie, the umm slippers and umm this candy I just got and umm alright so I admit that was an exaggeration :$ anyway check-lists are made, remade and checked out, books and DVD’s returned to the library, pictures saved, hair cut done, shopping done and over and yes i mean like the DONE-done (PLEASE! And ummm survived all those parties, ate all the paki-ammi-made-food my stomach bag could hold without leaking :P (ah!
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..: November 2006
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Tuesday, November 7. The longest ride :. And here is where it has stopped for a bit. Ps dont mind the odd scales (they weren't meant to b all purrrfect :P:$). Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). A qualified procrastinator ;). View my complete profile. The longest ride :. Like silent rain drops. Hell is other people. My fortress of solitude.
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..: I'm not her
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Monday, January 8. Image: Lost Identity by Tudor Chira). Had I lost who I was? For where I lived now had changed from where I lived before. Had I really lost myself somewhere? Among the tall grey walls and the old gargoyles. Was there ever a part of me that lived? Or had I left myself somewhere in the sand away from the grass. And away from the top of this hill, somewhere beneath a sand dune. Perhaps I never came here that far. The girl who made it, wasn’t me—not me at all. November 5, ‘06.
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Saturday, April 21. Finally the winter is fading away. And the sun is coming back. Good bye, gray-scale :) i have pictures to remind me of your bitter coldness. But you wouldn't be able to reach me because i think i have found the warmth-. In growing friends, in little failures, in more the effort i put in and less the success.in every bit of the new home i live in today.and most importantly in all the memories i have from yesterday :). I dont really care about the infatuation ny more. Like a patch,.
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..: January 2007
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Sunday, January 14. Infatuation they told me…yes, it was justtt crazy infatuation…. Listening to: obsession by Soil. Thursday, January 11. JAB, CROSS, AXE-KICK! 8230;so this Thursday was umm somehow amazingly not-so-horrible.partly and solely because we’ve actually. And nonnnee of that extra aerobic-dancing-around is needed! Hehe aright so that was my failed attempt trying to sound like our umm coach…. Tuesday, January 9. Welcome back to whiny-land. I kissed ammi g’bye twice. Asked me where I was going.
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..: JAB, CROSS, AXE-KICK!
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Thursday, January 11. JAB, CROSS, AXE-KICK! 8230;so this Thursday was umm somehow amazingly not-so-horrible.partly and solely because we’ve actually. And nonnnee of that extra aerobic-dancing-around is needed! Hehe aright so that was my failed attempt trying to sound like our umm coach…. More than the balance, you need a clear conscience.but that would cause murders.but ekh, happy boarding. 6:52 PM, January 13, 2007. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A qualified procrastinator ;). JAB, CROSS, AXE-KICK!
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..: February 2006
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Friday, February 17. The brown reddish rust-like curtains,. Silhouette the vacant white windows,. Like a blood stain on pale skin. Laid I—stupor, vacantly. The cascade of reds n’ rusts,. I tried to look away,. In search of impunity,. But all I found had rot. All at once though,. The reds seem to instigate;. Finally a thought,. Like a sudden paroxysm,. Of a dead scarlet ibis;. The bird with its wounded wings,. That once flapped through the tropics;. The red bird with the reds so pale,. Hell is other people.
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Monday, January 1. 12:08am Jan 1, 2006. Istri: “this is SOO lame”. Him singing like an arse or that guy drumming like a butt”. The dude starts singing ali k’s saathiya*. Sarwat: *starts laughing like crazy*. Me: “man, this is definitely the worst new year’s eve ever! Some aunti: “arey beta clap tou ker lou…clap kero, shabash shabash”. 4:45 AM, January 03, 2007. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A qualified procrastinator ;). View my complete profile. JAB, CROSS, AXE-KICK! Welcome back to whiny-land.
