Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Friday, March 23, 2012
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Err.
So I moved back to blogger.
posterous is deleting it's shit.
Anyway. From now on, I shall write more seriously and honestly. I would not get hyper and/or angry if friends start reading this blog.
Or keep on changing url time and again.
Because its okay bro, life's sorted.
Topic jump -
I just realized my love for Courier New. I love the mono-spacing somehow. So neat and easy.
Are you font lover too ? HMU.
Here's the link to my previous blog btw.
posterous is deleting it's shit.
Anyway. From now on, I shall write more seriously and honestly. I would not get hyper and/or angry if friends start reading this blog.
Or keep on changing url time and again.
Because its okay bro, life's sorted.
Topic jump -
I just realized my love for Courier New. I love the mono-spacing somehow. So neat and easy.
Are you font lover too ? HMU.
Here's the link to my previous blog btw.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Black and white paper
The whispers of summer tickle my ear,
As I daydream of the months to come.
My head swells with things that have yet to happen,
None of which are directed at these pages in front of me,
These photocopied pages filled with deadlines,
Requirements, and demands.
Sucking the life out of me,
When they have no life in them.
As I daydream of the months to come.
My head swells with things that have yet to happen,
None of which are directed at these pages in front of me,
These photocopied pages filled with deadlines,
Requirements, and demands.
Sucking the life out of me,
When they have no life in them.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Monday Morning.
Saturday, 5:12pm: "Hey, chill this weekend. Get some sleep. And don't think about work at all"
Monday, 8:16am: "Where are the rough drafts? And I asked for 30 block croqius, why have you only done 15? Do you not understand English?"
Monday, 8:22am: "Your scarpbooks are incomplete. What is wrong with you? Are you not taking this seriously?"
Monday, 10:07am: "I specified, don't change the font, change the colour. And I don't like this poster, The layout isn't right. You aren't working hard enough, very mediocre work. you'll be thrown out of the industry in no time"
Monday, 10:30am "DID I NOT ASK FOR THIS TO BE MONOCHROMATIC???"
Monday, 11:35am..... Monday, 1:03pm..... Monday, 2:23pm....Monday, 4:30pm...
Then you ask me to chill.
Monday, 8:16am: "Where are the rough drafts? And I asked for 30 block croqius, why have you only done 15? Do you not understand English?"
Monday, 8:22am: "Your scarpbooks are incomplete. What is wrong with you? Are you not taking this seriously?"
Monday, 10:07am: "I specified, don't change the font, change the colour. And I don't like this poster, The layout isn't right. You aren't working hard enough, very mediocre work. you'll be thrown out of the industry in no time"
Monday, 10:30am "DID I NOT ASK FOR THIS TO BE MONOCHROMATIC???"
Monday, 11:35am..... Monday, 1:03pm..... Monday, 2:23pm....Monday, 4:30pm...
Then you ask me to chill.
Monday, July 18, 2011
This is not a happy post.
I sit quiet and paralyzed in my room waiting for the thought to pass, stale air trapped in my lungs, tired limbs on the cold, hard marble floor, I attempt to whisper mantras about practicality.
But the thought refuses to pass. It stays..
..I stare at the ceiling, thinking about the number of graves I've dug myself; sloppy and poorly handled. There is a piece of my soul in every grave, and I think to myself how much I have in me, left to give. It’s funny, really…individually, how they almost mean nothing, just small messy holes with minuscule past regrets and failed attempts but then you stand outside of the box and get a nice aerial view, you realize you’re looking at an entire field of loss; loss in dignity, respect, love, life, knowledge, trust and mostly, people.
I wonder before I die, if I will be empty.
But the thought refuses to pass. It stays..
..I stare at the ceiling, thinking about the number of graves I've dug myself; sloppy and poorly handled. There is a piece of my soul in every grave, and I think to myself how much I have in me, left to give. It’s funny, really…individually, how they almost mean nothing, just small messy holes with minuscule past regrets and failed attempts but then you stand outside of the box and get a nice aerial view, you realize you’re looking at an entire field of loss; loss in dignity, respect, love, life, knowledge, trust and mostly, people.
I wonder before I die, if I will be empty.
P.s- This is my first attempt writing about my feelings and emotions. *gulp*
Next post, getting back on the randomness and awkwardness of my life.
Next post, getting back on the randomness and awkwardness of my life.
P.p.s- I hate being sad. Good music can help me. Paaahleasee giveee.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Endoplasmic Reticulum
Been long time no?
Off late my life is only red eyes and coffee stains.
I just voluntarily told my mom I'll make my bed myself today. And I'll wake up early to sort out my closet.
I think I'm growing up.
Does anyone else feel how everything is becoming so expensive ?
Most of the time I'm like I need to SAVE SAVE SAVE SAVE SAVE SAVE SAVE SAVE.
but as whenever I step into a shop
'holy tits! its a buy 10 get 1 free sale! what a deal!'
Money management. Fail.
Besides stationary is so expensive.
STAEDTLER, Y U NO MAKE AFFORDABLE STATIONARY??
Topic jump.
Every time before sleeping, I’m afraid that I’ll sleep through my alarm and wake up 4 hours late and be thrown out of class or college which breeds all kinds of unnecessary anxiety. Apparently, it leaks over into my subconscious as well, since I had a terrifyingly weird dream last night about being late.
In my dream, I woke up in my brother’s room, and hour and half later than I was supposed to. I freaked out and ran out, only to find my mother sitting at the table. She scolded me, telling me how she just knew I was going to wake up late and how irresponsible I was. I scrambled to get ready.
Then I finally got out of the house, sky was an apocalyptic purply-red and the air was still. Then there was gap. I was standing outside my college. It was 8 58. I rushed to the stairs, climbed all the four floors, I could see my class now. End of the hallway. I strained to get there, almost crying from the effort, thinking of the shame I would feel when my teacher threw me out, the disappointment on my clasmmates’ faces, my inevitable destitution on the streets without my college, AND THEN SUDDENLY…
My real alarm clock rang.
My first groggy thought was, “I have to go through my morning routine again?! Oh, hell.”
And yes, I made it to college on time.
I need to chill.
This is the most amazingly beautiful piece of music that has ever flowed through my ears.
Does anyone have any good music? Or good blogs? :3
p.s- This blog might just go into hibernation. I considered deleting cause I won't be able to right often. But then lets see how this works.
p.p.s- This post has obviously nothing to do with Endoplasmic Reticulum.
Kthanksbyenow :)
Off late my life is only red eyes and coffee stains.
I just voluntarily told my mom I'll make my bed myself today. And I'll wake up early to sort out my closet.
I think I'm growing up.
Does anyone else feel how everything is becoming so expensive ?
Most of the time I'm like I need to SAVE SAVE SAVE SAVE SAVE SAVE SAVE SAVE.
but as whenever I step into a shop
'holy tits! its a buy 10 get 1 free sale! what a deal!'
Money management. Fail.
Besides stationary is so expensive.
STAEDTLER, Y U NO MAKE AFFORDABLE STATIONARY??
Y U MAKE ME SO BROKE??
Topic jump.
Every time before sleeping, I’m afraid that I’ll sleep through my alarm and wake up 4 hours late and be thrown out of class or college which breeds all kinds of unnecessary anxiety. Apparently, it leaks over into my subconscious as well, since I had a terrifyingly weird dream last night about being late.
In my dream, I woke up in my brother’s room, and hour and half later than I was supposed to. I freaked out and ran out, only to find my mother sitting at the table. She scolded me, telling me how she just knew I was going to wake up late and how irresponsible I was. I scrambled to get ready.
Then I finally got out of the house, sky was an apocalyptic purply-red and the air was still. Then there was gap. I was standing outside my college. It was 8 58. I rushed to the stairs, climbed all the four floors, I could see my class now. End of the hallway. I strained to get there, almost crying from the effort, thinking of the shame I would feel when my teacher threw me out, the disappointment on my clasmmates’ faces, my inevitable destitution on the streets without my college, AND THEN SUDDENLY…
My real alarm clock rang.
My first groggy thought was, “I have to go through my morning routine again?! Oh, hell.”
And yes, I made it to college on time.
I need to chill.
This is the most amazingly beautiful piece of music that has ever flowed through my ears.
Does anyone have any good music? Or good blogs? :3
p.s- This blog might just go into hibernation. I considered deleting cause I won't be able to right often. But then lets see how this works.
p.p.s- This post has obviously nothing to do with Endoplasmic Reticulum.
Kthanksbyenow :)
Saturday, June 18, 2011
If anyone needs me I will be sitting in a corner, banging my head against the wall
Okay I'm not perfect, neither is my life.
My two month vacations gets over tomorrow.
And like expected, I did none of things that I was planning to do.
I made a list. Of 10 things.
after two months, the list looks the same to me.
Nothing to cross out.
But vacations were fun.
Went places.
Met best friends.
Gave them a surprise. :)
Shopping. More shopping.
And whats is up with men in Delhi?
They talk to your boobs, so awkward. So many occasions I wanted to say "Uncleji, I have a face"
Talking about awkward.
When an old friend randomly starts trying to sext you.
Ahhhh the awkwardness is just too much. And I’m the fucking queen of awkward.
Off late, many people have been telling me that they don't understand me.
Look. You're not supposed to.
How can you?
It takes a lifetime to understand oneself.
How should one dare to try and understand someone else.
Why do even want to understand someone? I don't see any need.
Only if people let go of this struggle of understanding people, life will be much easier.
Basically. life without any kind of emotional attachment would be good.
Moving on, did anyone see X men?
What if the entire x-men first class movie didn't exist because the entire time Charles was making you think that you saw it but you really didn't and you were sitting at home the entire time and that's really all your life is because he makes you think that too and nothing is real and all your memories are fake.
How cool would this be.
Just a rant. Will try and make sense next time. okaybyeepeoplee.
And this is a beautiful playlist. Enjoyy :D
My two month vacations gets over tomorrow.
And like expected, I did none of things that I was planning to do.
I made a list. Of 10 things.
after two months, the list looks the same to me.
Nothing to cross out.
But vacations were fun.
Went places.
Met best friends.
Gave them a surprise. :)
Shopping. More shopping.
And whats is up with men in Delhi?
They talk to your boobs, so awkward. So many occasions I wanted to say "Uncleji, I have a face"
Talking about awkward.
When an old friend randomly starts trying to sext you.
Ahhhh the awkwardness is just too much. And I’m the fucking queen of awkward.
Off late, many people have been telling me that they don't understand me.
Look. You're not supposed to.
How can you?
It takes a lifetime to understand oneself.
How should one dare to try and understand someone else.
Why do even want to understand someone? I don't see any need.
Only if people let go of this struggle of understanding people, life will be much easier.
Basically. life without any kind of emotional attachment would be good.
Moving on, did anyone see X men?
What if the entire x-men first class movie didn't exist because the entire time Charles was making you think that you saw it but you really didn't and you were sitting at home the entire time and that's really all your life is because he makes you think that too and nothing is real and all your memories are fake.
How cool would this be.
Just a rant. Will try and make sense next time. okaybyeepeoplee.
And this is a beautiful playlist. Enjoyy :D
Monday, May 30, 2011
Take my final breath
Engulfed in a maelstrom;
you are the current that's dragging me down
into an empty cold place, my untimely demise,
but what a perfect death would it be
to die in your arms.
Now the pressure increases
and my ribs shatter, I feel the punctured lungs
and my breathing slows,
I send one final brave glance, a silent protest.
Looking down at my watery grave,
accepting my final burial.
And I see you smile
as you watch me suffer and die.
you are the current that's dragging me down
into an empty cold place, my untimely demise,
but what a perfect death would it be
to die in your arms.
Now the pressure increases
and my ribs shatter, I feel the punctured lungs
and my breathing slows,
I send one final brave glance, a silent protest.
Looking down at my watery grave,
accepting my final burial.
And I see you smile
as you watch me suffer and die.
Friday, May 20, 2011
Fuck you toe.
Hello Toe,
I put you in hot and attractive shoes, put you in comfy socks, lay you on a nice sheet at night, put the best sneakers on you for self defense, clean you, paint you all pretty and eat enough so that every part of my body, even you, can function.
AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME? WITH PAIN.
I wish I wasn't so much of a pussy when it comes to stubbing my toe.
*There's no reason why I wrote this post.
Yeah I'm like the mother of random.
Anyway, I changed the layout, the blog name and the url.
Why?
Stalkers
Cause I hate attention. It makes me insecure. I feel people might see a side of me which I want to keep under the shadows, hidden.
also the idea of people who know me pretty well, reading the blog used to restrict my writing. Heavily.
New beginnings always excite me.
okaybyenow.
:D
I put you in hot and attractive shoes, put you in comfy socks, lay you on a nice sheet at night, put the best sneakers on you for self defense, clean you, paint you all pretty and eat enough so that every part of my body, even you, can function.
AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME? WITH PAIN.
I wish I wasn't so much of a pussy when it comes to stubbing my toe.
Seriously.
I EXPERIENCE THE SMALLEST AMOUNT OF PAIN and I am reduced to a cussing, squeaking, whimpering fool.
I shouted like
"Sonofafuckingbitchthathurtlikefuckingaduckshitbastardrage!"
Fuck this I’m becoming a caterpillar.I shouted like
"Sonofafuckingbitchthathurtlikefuckingaduckshitbastardrage!"
*There's no reason why I wrote this post.
Yeah I'm like the mother of random.
Anyway, I changed the layout, the blog name and the url.
Why?
Cause I hate attention. It makes me insecure. I feel people might see a side of me which I want to keep under the shadows, hidden.
also the idea of people who know me pretty well, reading the blog used to restrict my writing. Heavily.
New beginnings always excite me.
okaybyenow.
:D
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Surrounded by..
Idiots.
Not even I can fake these levels of fail.
Keeping reading..
#Xyz- hey ill b done wid work early 2day. wanna hangout in d evenin ???
me - Hey. Sorry for the late reply. I'm sick. will be staying in..
xyz- oh thats k. Hope ur feaaling better soon sweety.
FEAALING.
FEAALING.
FEAALING.
Correct grammar, where art thou?
But I wasn't actually sick or anything.
#So i go to Landmark. I love the smell of books :D
Girl at the bookstore - Can I help you ?
Me - Yes, thank you, well i'm searching for The Vampire Diaries books.
Girl - The Vampire what?
Me - Me: Diaries, it's about a girl in love with a vampire, but is not twilight..
Girl - Ohh.
Well here.
(hands out)
*The Twilight Saga- New Moon*
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| WHY BITCH WHY |
Topic jump#
When that one annoying person keeps talking and talking about something you could care less about. Then you try and correct them, yet you’re so frustrated that you walk out on them. Then the dumb ass has the nerve to wonder WHY you walked out.
So stupid.
like how did you even make it this far in life oh my gosh.
I already hate clingly people (girls/boys)
Stupid + clingly = fucking suicidal.
Now please excuse, I have to go and disembowel my brain.
okaybyenow.
Oh and my new favorite blog this one. :D
Oh and my new favorite blog this one. :D
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
NotCreativeEnoughToThinkOfaTitle
I hate nothing more than wanting to say something and then forgetting what you wanted to say.
So I'll just sit in front of the screen, interrogating my brain for the information.
Or. i'll just ramble.
#1 -
I was taking 3rd helping of ice cream.
x - no no, you wouldn't want that. you know how many calories is that?
me - you know how many fucks I give?
Annoying when people watch what you're eating. Dude? My mouth, my food.
#2 -
abc - "I can't watch Dexter. That guy is so ugly. How can you watch ugly people in the lead? 90210 is better"
wait. whaaaaat. Ugly? Dexter? not watching because he doesn't take of his shirt on the show?
And 90210 IS BETTER?
Wtf. *facepalms*
#3 -
Blogs with Autoplays.
What makes you think I want to hear your music?
At least let me choose to press play before you musically rape me.
#4 -
Jeans are so restricting. Not that I want to do splits. But I wouldn't mind being able to cross my legs and sit comfortably.
#5 -
Being hungry in the middle of the night.
Infinite trips to the kitchen. Each ends with a disappointment
#6 -
Realizing 11:11 never works, never worked, will never work.
#7 -
A potentially fractured ankle.
while swimming.
yay my life.
#8 -
Not having to set an alarm for 2 months. YAYYYIE!! This actually makes me happy.
#9 -
Having to keep secrets from your best friend. And you're dying to get it out.
#10 -
And dudeee! A Unicorn. Waaaaaaaant.
So I'll just sit in front of the screen, interrogating my brain for the information.
Or. i'll just ramble.
#1 -
I was taking 3rd helping of ice cream.
x - no no, you wouldn't want that. you know how many calories is that?
me - you know how many fucks I give?
Annoying when people watch what you're eating. Dude? My mouth, my food.
#2 -
abc - "I can't watch Dexter. That guy is so ugly. How can you watch ugly people in the lead? 90210 is better"
wait. whaaaaat. Ugly? Dexter? not watching because he doesn't take of his shirt on the show?
And 90210 IS BETTER?
Wtf. *facepalms*
#3 -
Blogs with Autoplays.
What makes you think I want to hear your music?
At least let me choose to press play before you musically rape me.
#4 -
Jeans are so restricting. Not that I want to do splits. But I wouldn't mind being able to cross my legs and sit comfortably.
#5 -
Being hungry in the middle of the night.
Infinite trips to the kitchen. Each ends with a disappointment
#6 -
Realizing 11:11 never works, never worked, will never work.
#7 -
A potentially fractured ankle.
while swimming.
yay my life.
#8 -
Not having to set an alarm for 2 months. YAYYYIE!! This actually makes me happy.
#9 -
Having to keep secrets from your best friend. And you're dying to get it out.
#10 -
And dudeee! A Unicorn. Waaaaaaaant.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Happy Birthday, you wonder of a man!
Someone who has more admirers than almost anyone else in the world of sports and entertainment. The man, for whom the whole country comes to a standstill when he is at the crease, all in expectation. The man who carries around the expectations of a billion with the ease of spreading cheese on bread. The man who has a cricketing ethic like none other, an array of cricketing shots like none other, humility despite his greatness like none other, hunger for success like none other.It has been the single most exhilarating visual delight of my life - to see this genius,wielding his willow.
38 years to the moment you came to the rescue of a nation who needed to witness a miracle, who needed inspiration.. and though you have reached Godly status in my country, I know you are human, and yet you are not.
Every person who has watched you knows how you have managed the weight of expectations of a billion+ crazy fans for 20 years.
You Sir, are legend. Happyyyy Birrthdaaayy!
Love,
Over a billion people
and Peachyyy.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Living a denial
I'm a frightened girl, in this big world
swaying along the tapered lane.
I make effigies on the clouds,
with inkless pens.
Singing to the air,
talking to someone who doesn't exist.
I pick up my paints,
go out again for a last try.
Not yet, they say
But I've waited long enough.
I walk back.
murmuring to the space, into the darkness.
Come and hold my fists steady,
rock me in your lap
while I sob into your shoulder.
Will you, please come and sing to me?
*Met Aisha, 19,recently.
Brilliant artist.
Not allowed to pursue, mothers 3 kids instead.
swaying along the tapered lane.
I make effigies on the clouds,
with inkless pens.
Singing to the air,
talking to someone who doesn't exist.
I pick up my paints,
go out again for a last try.
Not yet, they say
But I've waited long enough.
I walk back.
murmuring to the space, into the darkness.
Come and hold my fists steady,
rock me in your lap
while I sob into your shoulder.
Will you, please come and sing to me?
*Met Aisha, 19,recently.
Brilliant artist.
Not allowed to pursue, mothers 3 kids instead.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Attempts
I've been trying to sleep since the last two hours now.
No position feels right. Can't breathe through nose, clogged, I reckon. I try gasping air like a fish out of water. Mouth parches in seconds. I switch on the fan, its too windy. I switch it off, its too stuffy.
Another wave of agony passes through. Few seconds of panic. Another sweep of nervousness, chills. Like needles pricking under my skin.
The restlessness seeps into my head now, feels like my cerebrum has swollen up. Cause its continuously ramming against my skull, trying to get out.
Migraine.
I try a new position. on-the-tummy position. No result.
Foetus. fail.
Star fish. fail.
And my fears, worries suddenly highlight in silence. Tearing my composure.
then I wonder if I care. And I realize, I do.
I shut my eyes, determined to sleep.
Somewhere in the back of my head, I hear,
"I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a sun
In somebody else's sky, but why
Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine?"
My head = 90% song lyrics.
Fuck insomnia.
Love poems anyone? Read here.
No position feels right. Can't breathe through nose, clogged, I reckon. I try gasping air like a fish out of water. Mouth parches in seconds. I switch on the fan, its too windy. I switch it off, its too stuffy.
Another wave of agony passes through. Few seconds of panic. Another sweep of nervousness, chills. Like needles pricking under my skin.
The restlessness seeps into my head now, feels like my cerebrum has swollen up. Cause its continuously ramming against my skull, trying to get out.
Migraine.
I try a new position. on-the-tummy position. No result.
Foetus. fail.
Star fish. fail.
And my fears, worries suddenly highlight in silence. Tearing my composure.
then I wonder if I care. And I realize, I do.
I shut my eyes, determined to sleep.
Somewhere in the back of my head, I hear,
"I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a sun
In somebody else's sky, but why
Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine?"
My head = 90% song lyrics.
Fuck insomnia.
Love poems anyone? Read here.
Monday, April 4, 2011
Its just in your mind.
The awkwardness when your holidays have just started. And the cricket season just got over and you have no idea what do with your life. I don't know what the fuck am I supposed to fucking do anymore.
this boredom is painful.
And fortunately everyone seems to think you're free and you will happily listen to their talks [problems, if you may] about shoes/ boyfriends/ ex/ losing 6 inches and blah blah.
Sure. I so wanna listen to all your problems.
And whaaaaaaaat problems man.
I don't understand how people can always go on and on and on cribbing about life. How can you possibly - an average teenager have so many faults in a lifetime of 17/18 yrs?
You don't have a girlfriend/ boyfriend? Shut up. Get yourself a Unicorn.
Stop asking people to fix you up. Because it usually ends up being a disaster.
You don't like your present girl/guy? This is harsh, but please break up. no point dragging a sour relationship.
You are still in love with your ex? Pick up your wand, put it to your forehead, say 'obliviate'. you'll be okay. it works.
You like someone, they don't feel the same way? Forget the relationship, try keeping the friendship at least.
You think this girl from your old school hates you? Its okay. Everybody doesn't have to love you.
You don't have nice/cute picture for fb or enough following on tumblr? Please die.
Live and stop complaining. Be happy. And smile.
Fuck things up.
Surprise your mom.
Take long showers.
Spend waaay to much time online.
And sleep while listening to songs.
Eat lot of chocolate.
Life is as peachy as we make it to be.
Peachy. Heeeeeeeeeeheeh.
this boredom is painful.
And fortunately everyone seems to think you're free and you will happily listen to their talks [problems, if you may] about shoes/ boyfriends/ ex/ losing 6 inches and blah blah.
Sure. I so wanna listen to all your problems.
And whaaaaaaaat problems man.
I don't understand how people can always go on and on and on cribbing about life. How can you possibly - an average teenager have so many faults in a lifetime of 17/18 yrs?
You don't have a girlfriend/ boyfriend? Shut up. Get yourself a Unicorn.
Stop asking people to fix you up. Because it usually ends up being a disaster.
You don't like your present girl/guy? This is harsh, but please break up. no point dragging a sour relationship.
You are still in love with your ex? Pick up your wand, put it to your forehead, say 'obliviate'. you'll be okay. it works.
You like someone, they don't feel the same way? Forget the relationship, try keeping the friendship at least.
You think this girl from your old school hates you? Its okay. Everybody doesn't have to love you.
You don't have nice/cute picture for fb or enough following on tumblr? Please die.
Live and stop complaining. Be happy. And smile.
Fuck things up.
Surprise your mom.
Take long showers.
Spend waaay to much time online.
And sleep while listening to songs.
Eat lot of chocolate.
Life is as peachy as we make it to be.
Peachy. Heeeeeeeeeeheeh.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
The Gift.
So what am I gonna write about?
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| Birth of a song, the flight of a dream. |
My birthday gift - World Cup 2011.
And I hated it when people were saying that match is fixed, the WC is fixed.
You know what? I don't give a flying fuck. The bookies can keep their money! The sight of Sachin being carried on the lap of honor was all that I need.
This country of full of sadist, under achieving bitches. You yapp, while I enjoy my moment for my legend, SRT.
Hence birthday was obviously kickass. Dancing on the bonnet of a truck with a Tricolor at 1 30 am made it so espeeeeeeeshul.
You know what? I don't give a flying fuck. The bookies can keep their money! The sight of Sachin being carried on the lap of honor was all that I need.
This country of full of sadist, under achieving bitches. You yapp, while I enjoy my moment for my legend, SRT.
Hence birthday was obviously kickass. Dancing on the bonnet of a truck with a Tricolor at 1 30 am made it so espeeeeeeeshul.
2nd April 2011 - My bday! And Happyyyy World Cup! :D
And dudeee. Malinga. Me a new fan. His bowling is like handling a canon ball.
And Dhoni's and yuvi's 'in-your-face-critics'-batting was sooo good.
And Dhoni's and yuvi's 'in-your-face-critics'-batting was sooo good.
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