why do people give so much importance to respect in words.. isnt it the respect in ur heart that matters..
jus realised how cool appa is. i am blessed
bengaluru was fun. frustrating but fun. managed to shock everyone with the new avatar. used to hate our pallakad iyer weddings but not anymore.
i have officially stopped hating people. and life is a lot easier.
i have officially started orkutting majorly..mast timepass it is. and muchos fun is derived by snubbing people..
parents like to show off their lil kids...and my blog is my lil kid..and i like to show it off...
destination bengaluru. the call finally came... i have found the calling and the calling has found me too this time. after much trial and error. tried c.a., c.s, cat and lemme see..yeah, law...for various reasons.. all wrong. and finally we strike gold. nay diamonds. nay words...for they r the most precious
talking about gemstones. was talking to su who is doing her gemmology. babe can now identify the real from the fake.the fake costs 12bucks while the real runs into a couple of dozen 0's. asked her to keep a bunch of fakes for me aside.
money matters. but satisfaction matters more.
everyone is selfish. and that's the way they should be. altruism sucks.
you can never live and let live.
freedom of expression..hmm..cnn ibn community has funny insights. me finds it no wrong. me thinks do what you want as long as you are not harming me. call me a pig for all i care.and ya...u can paint the invisible pink unicorn naked too. no issues. but wait...it already is naked..hey ya...maybe you could paint it in a burqa and then i could come throw like 27 bricks on ur glass windows..cos clothing offends me. live in chennai and u'll know why.
but dont get ur hopes high... no..birthday suits are taboo. for other reasons.
blogging is destressing. as are cold showers..
i started off this post thinking of ranting for a while...turns out i had just one rant.
train trips are great bonding sessions. this one especially so. tears, laughter, yelling, consoling...all was done...
i hate mixed feelings. why cant i be just happy or just sad. there is always sorrow in my joy and joy in my sorrow. aaarrrgghhhh...makes me want to pull out my left eyeball and shove it down a cockroaches' throat. i chose left cos i am almost blind in my left...or wait.. i could pull out bush's left eye instead. must try.
neend pukar rahi hai...and i mustn't ignore
i love receiving hate mail. shows that people are jealous...
and i find anon's pretty cowardly.
i must go now.. yawning @ 2.3 yawns per second
loads to write.. so much time... and so much indolence...