The red skies, the crescent moon,
They vouch for this scathed soul,
The zenith darkens as we near our doom
I stand by and watch as you gnaw at my incomplete whole.
Your eyes darken, they haunt my dreams,
Glinting with a strange, sadistic contentment,
I find myself tearing away my heart at the realms,
As I discover that the voice was owned but the words were lent.
You, a mere spectator to my failed attempts at restoring the perfect picture by bits and pieces,
Or maybe it is just too perfect to be relived ?
you broaden your wrath as my existence ceases,
I bow my head, silenced by the eerie quiet.......a soul that once lived.
Your lies, they throb through my veins,
Poisoning me, my love, my soul,
Such a horrifying beauty, I suffocate under your reign,
The hallucinations start intervening with this dead life as the days roll.
I laugh, it is such a hollow sound,
Searching for something I once found,
The frizzled emotions, the sly innocence,
I search for bliss in your hell, as you mar my heaven with your vengeance.
Your precarious steps were what this lucid love was made of,
ME, a bitter truth, a bitter existence......the bitter half ?
You place your hand over my heart-it seers,
I hold my breath, trying not to give in to the amplified fears.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Saturday, January 1, 2011
2011, Please be kind enough to not sabotage the Resolutions :)
IT is here. Finally. 2011 ! It is hard to believe how 2010 flew by. Seems like yesterday, when we would exit our examination hall post give a Board exam, exhilarated at how we did unexpectedly well. Then came Class 11. New school, new environment, new people....And an entirely new life. I made new friends, lost some old ones ; Laughed till my stomach hurt, cried my eyes out; Swore like it was the end of the world, gracefully walked out of an argument; regretted being in a never-meant-to-be relationship, experienced the bliss of being in a satisfying one; All in all, 2010 was ONE year I'd never forget. OR even WANT to, for that matter.
New Year Resolutions. Such a fickle concept. But that has never discouraged me from INTENDING to make these never-to-be-lived-up to Resolutions every year. Just intending. :P If I can't get myself to MAKE these resolutions, I highly doubt if I'd ever be able to follow even ONE of them, let alone following them religiously.
However, as they say, you've got to start from somewhere, and my somewhere is some where here. :P
So today, I plan on listing down my Resolutions on my blog, so that whenever I visit my blog and happen to come across this post, I feel guilty of not living up to my words. Guilty enough to make an effort to follow ( and successfully, at that ) my resolutions.
2011 - HERE GO YOUR RESOLUTIONS
1) To give more time to my family. This tops the list, any day. Lately, I've been so caught up with my school and friends that I let my family take a backseat. I intend on not letting this happen this year. Family comes first. Thus endeth.
2) To give this blessed blog the attention it deserves. A random post in every two months will not, and DOES not, suffice. At least one post every two weeks is my target for the year.
3) To stop giving a shit about people who don't do the same for me. Enough of adding on to my Karma. They don't deserve to be a part of the process. More than enough tears have been shed already.
4) To start studying seriously. Enough of I-hope-I-don't-flunk. time to get down to business.
5) Get in touch with the sports person residing within me. I let it die as soon as I entered class 10. But now, I'm going to resume falling in love with Netball. <3
6) To take initiative. I need to get done with hesitating and caring about what the world would say. They'd forget it within a matter of hours. But those things will stay with me forever.
7) To read more books. I completely neglected novels in the past year. And no, no chick lit. :P
8)To work religiously towards my aim of cracking CLAT. Yeah, I AM taking classes, but I realise that I need to put in more effort if I want to succeed. And come what may, I AM going to do it, starting from reading 'The Hindu'. :P
These eight things seem to be enough for now. Easy to follow. Not a big deal. I just hoe I have the will to continue with them, though.
Well, Amen to that. _/\_
By the way, a very Happy New Year to all my fellow bloggers. Hope you make the wise ( and difficult) decision of living up to your resolutions, too. And hope you actually follow it. :P
Love. :)
New Year Resolutions. Such a fickle concept. But that has never discouraged me from INTENDING to make these never-to-be-lived-up to Resolutions every year. Just intending. :P If I can't get myself to MAKE these resolutions, I highly doubt if I'd ever be able to follow even ONE of them, let alone following them religiously.
However, as they say, you've got to start from somewhere, and my somewhere is some where here. :P
So today, I plan on listing down my Resolutions on my blog, so that whenever I visit my blog and happen to come across this post, I feel guilty of not living up to my words. Guilty enough to make an effort to follow ( and successfully, at that ) my resolutions.
2011 - HERE GO YOUR RESOLUTIONS
1) To give more time to my family. This tops the list, any day. Lately, I've been so caught up with my school and friends that I let my family take a backseat. I intend on not letting this happen this year. Family comes first. Thus endeth.
2) To give this blessed blog the attention it deserves. A random post in every two months will not, and DOES not, suffice. At least one post every two weeks is my target for the year.
3) To stop giving a shit about people who don't do the same for me. Enough of adding on to my Karma. They don't deserve to be a part of the process. More than enough tears have been shed already.
4) To start studying seriously. Enough of I-hope-I-don't-flunk. time to get down to business.
5) Get in touch with the sports person residing within me. I let it die as soon as I entered class 10. But now, I'm going to resume falling in love with Netball. <3
6) To take initiative. I need to get done with hesitating and caring about what the world would say. They'd forget it within a matter of hours. But those things will stay with me forever.
7) To read more books. I completely neglected novels in the past year. And no, no chick lit. :P
8)To work religiously towards my aim of cracking CLAT. Yeah, I AM taking classes, but I realise that I need to put in more effort if I want to succeed. And come what may, I AM going to do it, starting from reading 'The Hindu'. :P
These eight things seem to be enough for now. Easy to follow. Not a big deal. I just hoe I have the will to continue with them, though.
Well, Amen to that. _/\_
By the way, a very Happy New Year to all my fellow bloggers. Hope you make the wise ( and difficult) decision of living up to your resolutions, too. And hope you actually follow it. :P
Love. :)
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Life in the corrupt lane
I hate how we 'draw the line' everywhere. Anything that's slightly out of ordinary, and we conveniently hide behind the "limits" and the "ethics". Let's be true to ourselves, shall we ? Are we REALLY this morally upright ?
We kill in the name of religion.
We don't mind shop lifting every once in a while.
we criticize our politicians, though we don't care to do anything for the country ourselves.
We slide a note or two under the table , only to get our work done and over with.
We get illegal connections and food supplies at cheaper rates with fake IDs.
We don't think twice before carving out our names out on a tree/public property.
We smoke freely in a smoke-free city.
We get over-age players to play in tournaments, only to secure a trophy for our state.
"Life is what happens, while you're busy making your excuses. "
A line that says it all.
Let's be true to ourselves for once. Let's look into ourselves, and correct that dark, corrupt part of ours before trying to change the world.
We kill in the name of religion.
We don't mind shop lifting every once in a while.
we criticize our politicians, though we don't care to do anything for the country ourselves.
We slide a note or two under the table , only to get our work done and over with.
We get illegal connections and food supplies at cheaper rates with fake IDs.
We don't think twice before carving out our names out on a tree/public property.
We smoke freely in a smoke-free city.
We get over-age players to play in tournaments, only to secure a trophy for our state.
"Life is what happens, while you're busy making your excuses. "
A line that says it all.
Let's be true to ourselves for once. Let's look into ourselves, and correct that dark, corrupt part of ours before trying to change the world.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
I want to live SHS again
This blog post goes out to all of those people who made all of my SHS moments worth cherishing. I love you guys, okay ? And no matter what life does to us, our friendship, our sisterhood, you guys will always hold a special place in my heart.
I want to play rugby in the netball court. Pointless, random fun. A game without rules ( because we weren't aware of them :P ) . And then, I want to drop to the ground, exhausted, yet exhilarated. :)
I want to sit in a circle in the school grounds, devouring each other's tiffins, because our own weren't enough. Special mention to Nischal's chane, Noor's pasta, Shiru's "posh" tiffin and Anter's super-fattening paranthas.
I want to get into trouble for playing without permission, and then make lame excuses like, " We have an extremely important match tomorrow ( even though we had a week to go ). " " Noor was about to leave to get the permission signed by Sister Sebastina ( and we all stared at Noor, while she started failing miserably at fibbing. :P )
I want to stand in the school corridors with Shiru on those cold December mornings, try to get ourselves defrosted. ( 'Cause we were too cool to wear those dorky slacks. :P )
I want to fight with R.B. Singh Ma'am and Katyal Ma'am. Fight for the right, fight for us.
I want too groan everytime the tuesday tests came up, and jump with joy everytime they got cancelled/postponed.
I want to......I want to do a lot of things, and more. A blog post is too insignif1acnt and unsatisfactory for it.
I want to live Sacred Heart again. I want to live US again. :)
I want to play rugby in the netball court. Pointless, random fun. A game without rules ( because we weren't aware of them :P ) . And then, I want to drop to the ground, exhausted, yet exhilarated. :)
I want to sit in a circle in the school grounds, devouring each other's tiffins, because our own weren't enough. Special mention to Nischal's chane, Noor's pasta, Shiru's "posh" tiffin and Anter's super-fattening paranthas.
I want to get into trouble for playing without permission, and then make lame excuses like, " We have an extremely important match tomorrow ( even though we had a week to go ). " " Noor was about to leave to get the permission signed by Sister Sebastina ( and we all stared at Noor, while she started failing miserably at fibbing. :P )
I want to stand in the school corridors with Shiru on those cold December mornings, try to get ourselves defrosted. ( 'Cause we were too cool to wear those dorky slacks. :P )
I want to fight with R.B. Singh Ma'am and Katyal Ma'am. Fight for the right, fight for us.
I want too groan everytime the tuesday tests came up, and jump with joy everytime they got cancelled/postponed.
I want to......I want to do a lot of things, and more. A blog post is too insignif1acnt and unsatisfactory for it.
I want to live Sacred Heart again. I want to live US again. :)
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Shiny little balls - Teenage
I just found the perfect thing that symbolises teenage : those shiny little balls, which change their color everytime you shake them. Teenage is so much like those balls ! It keeps changing its hues everytime you shake it up. The colors range from the vibrant yellow to the ghastly dark orange. from the fiery red to the peaceful white. From the Gothic black to the naughty hot pink ! I find this phase of my life to be very fascinating. I am awed at how a bright sunny morning can make me feel sad at times, and how a dark, rainy day can lift my spirits. This is essentially how it is for us. Everything goes topsy-turvy from time to time.And never ever have I found this to be frustrating. All of this keeps me engaged. Makes me feel lively.
I'd like to list certain things/incidents that make me thank The One up there for this life of mine :
1. Those days when you wake up, resolute on cramming up your whole freaking NCERT book, and end up watching videos on youtube and talking to other fickle-minded souls like yourself on the phone. Ah ! Bliss. :)
2. Those times when you'd rather get yourself hit by a moving truck than attend school, but are forced by your mom to go. You get up from your bed begrudgingly, have a bath, brush your teeth and comb your hair messily, listening to angry music all the while. And then comes the newspaper. And there it is....... ' Schools shall remain closed today because of XYZ event. ' Wait a second...what ?! Yes, that grin. That's what I'm talking about. You jiggle away to glory, giving your mom a HA!-I-won smile. And you're SO excited that you're unable to go back to sleep, thus defeating the whole purpose of wanting to stay back in the first place. :P
3. The way you act all I-don't-even-think-about-you around the person you're thinking of 24/7. You become friends with him/her, and still act like you've got better things to do than have a major crush on them. And then one fine day, you tell them that you DO like them, because your friendship nullifies all awkwardness. And that moment of ecstasy when you come to know that they like you back. But you decide to let it be that way, because the bond you share is awesome as it is. But hey, who doesn't like being liked, eh ? :P
4. Those days when you're bored out of your mind, and are being made to go for your tuitions. You end up sitting in class, devising ways to either : a) Kill your teacher, b) Kill yourself, c) Kill the insanely nerdy person sitting next to you.
And then the phone at the office rings. The teacher is required to be present somewhere ASAP. Hence, the class has to be dismissed. Your grin stretches from ear-to-ear. There HAS to be a God ! :')
5. Those moments when you pick your phone up and start typing a text to your best friend And just when you are about to hit 'send', she sends a text saying , " Whatcha up to ? Me is bored out of my mind. Even SIMPSONS seems lame. :| " Souls sisters. :)
6. Those times when post being wronged by someone gravely, you give up on the very idea of getting close to someone. You decide that you're done with all of this, and that it's definitely not your cup of tea. Cool. And then.....that one person comes along. Who holds your hand, gets you out of your dejection and helps you rise to new heights, new standards. And that's when you realize the worth of that invaluable friend. A friend who can never be replaced.
7. Those days when you've cried your eyes out the previous night, and your eyes look like red golf balls. You roam about in the recess, hoping for it to end so that you can get back to wallowing in grief. Just when you are about to start leaking from your eyes again, your friend comes and walks with you, holding up a chocolate he/she bought from the canteen. Exclusively for you. And who cares if it was a Cadbury Classic, worth 10 bucks ? At least that friend of yours is invaluable, and that makes all the difference.
Yeah, all of this is from personal experience. But I feel that everyone must've experienced somewhat similar in the course of their lives. I know these days will never come back......But I shall relive these memories from time to time, only to feel like the free-spirited teenager I am. :)
I'd like to list certain things/incidents that make me thank The One up there for this life of mine :
1. Those days when you wake up, resolute on cramming up your whole freaking NCERT book, and end up watching videos on youtube and talking to other fickle-minded souls like yourself on the phone. Ah ! Bliss. :)
2. Those times when you'd rather get yourself hit by a moving truck than attend school, but are forced by your mom to go. You get up from your bed begrudgingly, have a bath, brush your teeth and comb your hair messily, listening to angry music all the while. And then comes the newspaper. And there it is....... ' Schools shall remain closed today because of XYZ event. ' Wait a second...what ?! Yes, that grin. That's what I'm talking about. You jiggle away to glory, giving your mom a HA!-I-won smile. And you're SO excited that you're unable to go back to sleep, thus defeating the whole purpose of wanting to stay back in the first place. :P
3. The way you act all I-don't-even-think-about-you around the person you're thinking of 24/7. You become friends with him/her, and still act like you've got better things to do than have a major crush on them. And then one fine day, you tell them that you DO like them, because your friendship nullifies all awkwardness. And that moment of ecstasy when you come to know that they like you back. But you decide to let it be that way, because the bond you share is awesome as it is. But hey, who doesn't like being liked, eh ? :P
4. Those days when you're bored out of your mind, and are being made to go for your tuitions. You end up sitting in class, devising ways to either : a) Kill your teacher, b) Kill yourself, c) Kill the insanely nerdy person sitting next to you.
And then the phone at the office rings. The teacher is required to be present somewhere ASAP. Hence, the class has to be dismissed. Your grin stretches from ear-to-ear. There HAS to be a God ! :')
5. Those moments when you pick your phone up and start typing a text to your best friend And just when you are about to hit 'send', she sends a text saying , " Whatcha up to ? Me is bored out of my mind. Even SIMPSONS seems lame. :| " Souls sisters. :)
6. Those times when post being wronged by someone gravely, you give up on the very idea of getting close to someone. You decide that you're done with all of this, and that it's definitely not your cup of tea. Cool. And then.....that one person comes along. Who holds your hand, gets you out of your dejection and helps you rise to new heights, new standards. And that's when you realize the worth of that invaluable friend. A friend who can never be replaced.
7. Those days when you've cried your eyes out the previous night, and your eyes look like red golf balls. You roam about in the recess, hoping for it to end so that you can get back to wallowing in grief. Just when you are about to start leaking from your eyes again, your friend comes and walks with you, holding up a chocolate he/she bought from the canteen. Exclusively for you. And who cares if it was a Cadbury Classic, worth 10 bucks ? At least that friend of yours is invaluable, and that makes all the difference.
Yeah, all of this is from personal experience. But I feel that everyone must've experienced somewhat similar in the course of their lives. I know these days will never come back......But I shall relive these memories from time to time, only to feel like the free-spirited teenager I am. :)
Saturday, December 4, 2010
.....And the girl moved on :)
I’ve always been a sucker for amorous flicks. Call me a hopeless
romantic, but these movies make me feel happy. They make me believe in
love, in the theory of soul mates, in trust and most importantly, in
happy endings. Boy meets girl, trials and tribulations, long stretches
of time spent away from one another; but none of this changes the fact
that they’ll be together in the end. Together, and happy.
Not only do I LIKE these movies, but with the passage of time, I
started BELIEVING in the events that took place in them. It’s the
cliché flow of events: Girl falls for guy, guy breaks her heart,
realises what he’s done wrong and apologises. The apologising part is
something I believed would happen. Someday. I hoped, and wished, and
prayed. I entreated with all my might that at some point of time, he’d
realise that what he did was wrong and unethical, and that maybe by
apologising to me, he’d lessen the hurt. And do you know what the
worst part is? I STILL find myself wishing for it to ensue. No, it
didn’t happen like it did in those chick flicks. The only part bearing
a slight resemblance to the movies is the part where I cried, hoped,
struggled; where I failed to put it all behind me. I always thought
that there would be a point when I would be able to say that I’m
FINALLY over the guy. A day when seeing him/his facebook profile
wouldn’t bring back a flood of memories. A day when I won’t skip a
beat every time someone mentions his name. A day when.....when the
mourning period would finally, and DEFINATELY, end. Unfortunately,
for me, the point never came. And I don’t see it coming anytime soon,
too. What he did to me was plain nasty. Something you don’t do to
girls. Something which is, I don’t know, immoral. But he did it
nonetheless. He did it, made me cry, made me regret being with him and
gave me another rationale to curse myself for not being able to let
bygones be bygones.
Now, one might ask, what’s HIS fault in all of this? His fault is that
he made me believe in him. His fault is that he made me love him, made
me forget how life was sans him. His fault is that he has turned cold
and callous now. Not very long ago, he was bothered about the reason
behind every little sigh of mine. Seeing me upset bogged HIM down. He
spent hours and hours, trying to cheer me up. Trying to make me smile.
And I got SO addicted to all the love and care that when it was taken
away from me, it left me shattered.
However, as they say, time doesn’t wait for anybody. And I’m no exception to this
rule. I will HAVE to move on; will have to get on with my life. And guess what ? I just did. I've put it all behind me. I won't say I don't care anymore, but I've learned to let the caring bit pass. not affect me like it used to earlier.
As I was writing this post, I felt it all getting out of me. The
suppressed emotions, desires, recollections...everything. And I think
that I’m pretty close to the I-have-moved-on-point. So close, that I
can almost taste it. :)
romantic, but these movies make me feel happy. They make me believe in
love, in the theory of soul mates, in trust and most importantly, in
happy endings. Boy meets girl, trials and tribulations, long stretches
of time spent away from one another; but none of this changes the fact
that they’ll be together in the end. Together, and happy.
Not only do I LIKE these movies, but with the passage of time, I
started BELIEVING in the events that took place in them. It’s the
cliché flow of events: Girl falls for guy, guy breaks her heart,
realises what he’s done wrong and apologises. The apologising part is
something I believed would happen. Someday. I hoped, and wished, and
prayed. I entreated with all my might that at some point of time, he’d
realise that what he did was wrong and unethical, and that maybe by
apologising to me, he’d lessen the hurt. And do you know what the
worst part is? I STILL find myself wishing for it to ensue. No, it
didn’t happen like it did in those chick flicks. The only part bearing
a slight resemblance to the movies is the part where I cried, hoped,
struggled; where I failed to put it all behind me. I always thought
that there would be a point when I would be able to say that I’m
FINALLY over the guy. A day when seeing him/his facebook profile
wouldn’t bring back a flood of memories. A day when I won’t skip a
beat every time someone mentions his name. A day when.....when the
mourning period would finally, and DEFINATELY, end. Unfortunately,
for me, the point never came. And I don’t see it coming anytime soon,
too. What he did to me was plain nasty. Something you don’t do to
girls. Something which is, I don’t know, immoral. But he did it
nonetheless. He did it, made me cry, made me regret being with him and
gave me another rationale to curse myself for not being able to let
bygones be bygones.
Now, one might ask, what’s HIS fault in all of this? His fault is that
he made me believe in him. His fault is that he made me love him, made
me forget how life was sans him. His fault is that he has turned cold
and callous now. Not very long ago, he was bothered about the reason
behind every little sigh of mine. Seeing me upset bogged HIM down. He
spent hours and hours, trying to cheer me up. Trying to make me smile.
And I got SO addicted to all the love and care that when it was taken
away from me, it left me shattered.
However, as they say, time doesn’t wait for anybody. And I’m no exception to this
rule. I will HAVE to move on; will have to get on with my life. And guess what ? I just did. I've put it all behind me. I won't say I don't care anymore, but I've learned to let the caring bit pass. not affect me like it used to earlier.
As I was writing this post, I felt it all getting out of me. The
suppressed emotions, desires, recollections...everything. And I think
that I’m pretty close to the I-have-moved-on-point. So close, that I
can almost taste it. :)
Friday, September 17, 2010
It's a Daily Soap Day. :(
I LOVE how I meet a new person in me everyday. It's like characters stepping out of a novel, facilitating my attempt at figuring myself out. Yesterday was my Daily Soap Day. That's how I refer to days when my mood swings cross all limits; when all I need is a person who'll listen to me being ecstatic, critical, sympathetic, angry, depressed....All at 10-minute intervals. Contains all the elements of a typical, melodramatic daily soap, right ?
Yesterday, my degree of sitcom-ism was exponential ! To begin with, I spent the whole night wide awake, courtesy an economics test I had to appear for ( and hadn't studied for ) . God bless Mother Nature, for bestowing upon distressed souls like moi the irreplaceable gift of coffee. Two mugs of black coffee, and I was UBER high. And when I say uber, I MEAN uber.
INCIDENTS POINTING OUT THE OBVIOUS : I GET HIGH ON COFFEE
Proof 1 : I was listening to Justin Beiber songs at 1:30 AM. Hardly qualifies as sane, according to ANYBODY'S standards.
PROOF 2 : At 3 AM, I had this strong urge of having a packet of maggie. So the insanely high me gets up, goes to the kitchen and starts with the whole process. While battling with the VERY stubborn cover of the packet, she drops the whole thing, resulting in her laughing hysterically.
^VERY insane.
PROOF 3 : Post having maggie, my quote of random madness still needs fulfillment. So I gab hold of my cellphone, and start sending utterly random text messages to random people, like Harkirat, Noor, Anter, Ravi Kohli and Aseem.
(The text messages)
To Hark : 1.I'm having maggie at 3 A. :|
2.Meri best friend ban....ABHI !! :'( Main nhi !
PS : I thing I'm in love with my bed ki mattress. It has got flowers . EEEEEEEP ! :D
To Noor : This is an utterly random and baseless text message. Me is high on coffee. And I had maggie. At 3 AM. Me is mad. Berserk. Nutcase. Officially. I know you don't like texting. Tatti Khaa. Texting awesome. \m/
chal, changa. Sayonara !
All said and done, I kind of LIKE the high me. It makes me, and the people around me, feel all happy. The high me gives me ample excuses to laugh hysterically, jump around, tease people and get teased by them......all in good humour. No one ever minds everything I do, because they know I'm a nutcase. I just need to get it certified. :P
I've never been critical of this state of mine, though it DOES create some problems at times. But the point is, I get to laugh and have fun. I get a chance to live the way I want to, and not how others expect me to go through my life. And hey, if my craziness can get a person to smile, then what could possibly be better than this ? :)
Yesterday, my degree of sitcom-ism was exponential ! To begin with, I spent the whole night wide awake, courtesy an economics test I had to appear for ( and hadn't studied for ) . God bless Mother Nature, for bestowing upon distressed souls like moi the irreplaceable gift of coffee. Two mugs of black coffee, and I was UBER high. And when I say uber, I MEAN uber.
INCIDENTS POINTING OUT THE OBVIOUS : I GET HIGH ON COFFEE
Proof 1 : I was listening to Justin Beiber songs at 1:30 AM. Hardly qualifies as sane, according to ANYBODY'S standards.
PROOF 2 : At 3 AM, I had this strong urge of having a packet of maggie. So the insanely high me gets up, goes to the kitchen and starts with the whole process. While battling with the VERY stubborn cover of the packet, she drops the whole thing, resulting in her laughing hysterically.
^VERY insane.
PROOF 3 : Post having maggie, my quote of random madness still needs fulfillment. So I gab hold of my cellphone, and start sending utterly random text messages to random people, like Harkirat, Noor, Anter, Ravi Kohli and Aseem.
(The text messages)
To Hark : 1.I'm having maggie at 3 A. :|
2.Meri best friend ban....ABHI !! :'( Main nhi !
PS : I thing I'm in love with my bed ki mattress. It has got flowers . EEEEEEEP ! :D
To Noor : This is an utterly random and baseless text message. Me is high on coffee. And I had maggie. At 3 AM. Me is mad. Berserk. Nutcase. Officially. I know you don't like texting. Tatti Khaa. Texting awesome. \m/
chal, changa. Sayonara !
All said and done, I kind of LIKE the high me. It makes me, and the people around me, feel all happy. The high me gives me ample excuses to laugh hysterically, jump around, tease people and get teased by them......all in good humour. No one ever minds everything I do, because they know I'm a nutcase. I just need to get it certified. :P
I've never been critical of this state of mine, though it DOES create some problems at times. But the point is, I get to laugh and have fun. I get a chance to live the way I want to, and not how others expect me to go through my life. And hey, if my craziness can get a person to smile, then what could possibly be better than this ? :)
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