How old are you, my love?

Twenty-two, plus!

*speaks in a very gentle voice* Well my child, I think it's about time you decide to grow up. By now, well at least principally speaking, you should've grown out of the crushing phase. But, aren't some of us so adamant on not growing up?

*yells* Grow up, you nincompoop! Snap out of it now! Ugghh!

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Exaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaams! Parhna warhna hai nahin, bas cheekhain maarni hain- Exams! Exams! Exams! Huh. *shakes head in disapproval*

Shift 2 is such a bummer! I don't like it, not even a tiny wee. The handling is so freakin' outta control. I'm sorry, I liked nfs because of the arcade experience that it offered. I'm not exactly into sim. when it comes to car racing games. So, if that's what they're planning to do from now onwards, I'm not really sure if I can keep up my love for it. :(

Crysis 2........ when will I play? Sighs.

Exams dou'n ya games complete karon. Hmph!

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Jeeeez! (I just wanted to say that, lol) Rio is such a fun movie. 'Fun' doesn't even begin to define it.

*sings*  I wanna party... I wanna samba... I wanna party... *winks*

Okiethanksbye.

The drama, my love, never ends.

Not if you're in my shoes. *winks*

Any-the-ways.

What if someone tells you, right in your face, that they have a crush on you?

Chances are, around 50% or above, that they might as well be fooling around. (Well, because they are clowns after all.)

But, the odds are that they might just have said what they actually meant, coating it with humour so that if things got out of control they'd have a fire exit sort of emergency escape route and use humour/mischief as an alibi.

What do you do then? How do you make sure there is no such thing going on? 

*looks away*

*looks back again* 

What?! 

I'm just asking! Don't raise your eye-brow, for the love of God! I'm just curious. Hmph. 

Mein chala hon kion najaane
Kissi ajnabi ke peeche...

I just love Munni Begum's ghazals. Very much.

I think I just might be coming back to my senses...

Just a thought, but.

So, just to be clear on this- Dan and Blair were never meant for each other. It was just plain wishful thinking and that's all.

I'm still sad.

I've a history of shooing people away. I'm not just good at it, I'm marvelous. As gopher put it once, I'm so good I should get an award (Oscar) for it.

I repel. I'm horrible, and it makes me sad but I don't want to do anything about it. I don't want to change. I am what I am. Love me or leave me. There is no other option available. I won't give you a chance to love me, so you'll just have to stick with the second one. *frowns*

I need major pacification (if that is a word).

I feel so foolish.

Why can't I be a good person? The kind of person people adore.

I want to stop laughing, not even when we make people sit on leaves or when I make a fool out of gophers and steal phones from right beneath their noses. I don't want to laugh, no matter how funny things may be. I won't mind smiling though.

This is such an emo post. Yuck.

Z is the most awesome-st person on earth, God stopped manufacturing such creatures long ago.

I miss papa. He's at sea- again! Sighs. Godspeed, my beloved seaman.

G'night.

*tracing back her footsteps to sanity* It's going to be a wearing trip.

I'm sad- very sad.

:(

I think I'll just go hug my mommy.

Sighs.

Skidded off-road, have we?

I want to go back to the way I used to be.

Aloof. Disinterested. Indifferent.

Damnit. I don't like myself anymore, but then.... I don't remember liking myself- ever. Hah. *smirk*

Ik wird hai dam dam Ali Ali...

Steam rolling whatever I see... Huh, despicable me.

When I get angry. I get VERY angry. It's almost maddening. And when I that way, I don't want anyone to speak to me. I want everyone to shut up. Just do anything but don't talk to me when I go off at the deep end!

It's almost as if my anger is a dark force that dwells inside me, and all hell is on the brink of breaking loose when it's unleashed. It's frightening sometimes.

When I feel this demon coming out of its slumber, I fall silent. It's a creepy silence, I tell you. I don't speak to anyone. I'm quiet as a sea before a storm. I feel as if opening my mouth would allow this dark force to escape and devour everything around me.

Anyways.

Nose piercing, what d'ya say?

*smiles*

Do you have any idea, how much fun ciphering is? It's uber awesome!! *winks*

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I'm fine.

It's just the irony, that's killing me.... gently.

"Uh my type'd be the...... alone-in-the-corner sort..."

*chuckles on the inside*

Phunny stuph

I was just watching gossip girl (Yea cheesy, I know! I watch it some times- it's a guilty pleasure. =P) Anyways, so watching Dan and Blair in this particular episode (#16) from the latest season reminded me of... well... a couple of people.

The egotist snob and the witty-sarcastic smarty pants, lol. Sounds familiar, very familiar. *rofl*

Note: Just added another dream to my journal. *grins*

More grumblings...

I hate everyone.

I'm having a fun time and I want to share this with someone. But, no one's there. My friends (even my sisters) are too busy to lend an ear to my loco chronicles. Sighs. How many friends do I have anyways- FOUR! *Ok, you can stop staring now!* I know other people too!! *trying to defend myself* But I'd rather prefer them to be called 'acquaintances'. I'm sorry, I'm not very accepting.

Anyways so, I don't have anyone who'd listen to me. *long face*

I'm angry. But, I'm more sad than angry. And, I don't know, I don't want to talk to anyone. I feel very, very sad.

I called someone an '(uh-ga-lee) deh-cah-reh-shun peee-ee-sss' (jokingly, of course), but they were kinda mad at me for that. I didn't even realise they found it hurtful. Tsk. We're fine now, though.

I don't like it. I don't like anything.

Nobody wants to listen to me.

*walks out*

And there goes my bubble... POP!!!

I'm expecting too much out of my friends... No. No. It isn't their fault. It's mine. I'm the nincompoop. (Just felt like using that word, it sounds cool and then it's really long and then I've a thing for long words and.... Oh God! When? When will I ever stop diverging... Ugh.)

So yes, I'm the fool. What if I was there for her (always) when she needed a trash can to dump her anguish into, but she isn't? What then? Does it matter? Heck, no! It doesn't matter. It bloody does not!

I'm angry.

And I'm superfluous! (Don't stare. I just wanted to use that word.) But then well, on a second thought... May be, I am.

Newsflash: I don't even have real friends. The kind of friends that the poets and other idealogues babble about. I don't have any.

Just so that I'm clear on this...

When I said, at times no one will be around you when you need them the most. It was never implied that they won't be there because they aren't good enough. Or aren't sincere enough, so to speak. What I meant was, they won't be there because they cannot. (Some of them) would've if they could've. But they cannot.

And then may be, this was how it was to turn out. May be, your dear little fate wanted to see you face your troubles all by yourself. For better, or for worse.

*nuisance- interruptions* I'm NOT suicidal. I might just be homicidal, though. Hmph.

Lessons Learnt # 002

No matter how good your friends are, somehow none of them will be there with you when you need them the most.

I'm crazy. Are you?

I just knew I was crazy. What I didn't know was that I had a thing for craziness, and insanity. That's......... insane, right?

Oh my good Lord. Too many discoveries for a year that has just begun. Sighs.

I don't think I like twenty-eleven. It seems very naughty to me.

God save me. Please. Pretty please. *smiles*

Two beautiful paths that diverge- one is mine. The other, isn't.

I'm walking down a path that is ever so wonderful. With dainty flowers lined up by the sides. It's all so pleasant, so pretty.

However, there's a twist. And what would life be without its infamous twists and turns? So yes, there's a twist- A turn, actually. A wrong one.

I took a wrong turn. This lovely pathway that I'm treading upon, I'm not supposed to be here. No, sir.

The path, where I should be is beautiful too. Very, indeed. It's almost as lovely as this one. But...

But, this one has my favourite flowers.

*shrugs with a helpless smile*

I shall have to walk back, and I will. But won't it be sad journey, my friend?

I see you looking away, dear friend. Don't. You need not. Look me in my eyes, and tell me that all of this, doesn't matter. Tell me that with my gold fish memory (or worse), I won't be able to remember these sights for very long . It's just a matter of time. Tell me, I'm being silly. You know I won't mind. Because, that's true.

And, don't worry. I'm not sad. There's not even a single good reason to be sad about. You don't have to feel bad about me. Because, there's no good reason for that too.

Lessons Learnt # 001

'Somethings in life happen so late, they leave you rueful. And you wish futilely, had they never happened at all.'