The thought of getting back to academics after a LONG (really really LONG; seemed longer than it actually was) week is killing me.
The break started around 1pm on Monday and it will end tomorrow, unofficially - since I have to start studying for that oh-so-lovely Anatomy lab practical.
I forgot to take pictures of the sheep brain and cow eyes that I dissected. I would posted them here, otherwise. But to give you all a picture - sheep brain is VERY mushy (think of mushroom) and the inside of cow eyes is like a jello with juice oozing out (mm..jelllo). muahahaha *insert evil smiley*
You are welcome!!
With your recommendations, I should be in hell in NO time!
Friday, November 28, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
My Beer Date
My friend and I walked into Moe's because she has never eaten there. So we order some stuff that had names that could very well pass for tongue twisters. We walked down the aisle and the EXTREMELY good looking guy asked if we wanted something to drink. My friend looked over and saw what looked like beer, next to the bottled water...in ice.
She: Hey Merin, is that beer?
Me: I don't know. Looks like it. [To the guy] Hey, how much is the beer?!
He: [with a baffled look] That's not beer. That's sprinkled water.
Me: Oh. Surely looks like beer. [I was convinced that he just didn't want to sell me the beer.]
He: It's sprinkled water.
Me: [To my friend] Maanam poyi [Loose English translation: Embarassing!]
He: You shouldn't drink on a weekdays. Only drink during weekends. You are students.
Me: Well..we don't really drink..but..emm....Sprinkled water comes in beer bottle look alikes?
He: Yeah! Would you like to have one?
To hide the embarassment, my friend was forced to buy one sprinkled water for both of us while I bought out lunch.
It tasted like soda. But I liked it.
Bitching, Beans, Nachos, and Beer - nice combination!
She: Hey Merin, is that beer?
Me: I don't know. Looks like it. [To the guy] Hey, how much is the beer?!
He: [with a baffled look] That's not beer. That's sprinkled water.
Me: Oh. Surely looks like beer. [I was convinced that he just didn't want to sell me the beer.]
He: It's sprinkled water.
Me: [To my friend] Maanam poyi [Loose English translation: Embarassing!]
He: You shouldn't drink on a weekdays. Only drink during weekends. You are students.
Me: Well..we don't really drink..but..emm....Sprinkled water comes in beer bottle look alikes?
He: Yeah! Would you like to have one?
To hide the embarassment, my friend was forced to buy one sprinkled water for both of us while I bought out lunch.
It tasted like soda. But I liked it.
Bitching, Beans, Nachos, and Beer - nice combination!
Monday, November 24, 2008
I have lost 5 pounds in a week.
Who needs exercise! Pssh...
I don't even have an appetite now a day!!
If I keep this up, the rest of the 15 pounds should shed in a few weeks.
Looks like I have the first class ticket to reach heaven - thanks to an inattentive mind, tired eyes, failing reflexes, undependable limbs, and unwary central nervous system!
I'm going to ace that exam today!!!! woohoo!!!
Who needs exercise! Pssh...
I don't even have an appetite now a day!!
If I keep this up, the rest of the 15 pounds should shed in a few weeks.
Looks like I have the first class ticket to reach heaven - thanks to an inattentive mind, tired eyes, failing reflexes, undependable limbs, and unwary central nervous system!
I'm going to ace that exam today!!!! woohoo!!!
Saturday, November 22, 2008
I found me!
I searched and searched. But had no luck. I was about to give up when I thought of something. I sprinted. Yes, She was there. Sitting on rock with a pensive look, at the intersection of memory lanes. I slowly walked to Her. She raised her face to look at me. Then She moved over to give me some space to sit on the rock. I took my place and asked Her 'What are you doing here?'! She said 'I don't know. I often find myself sitting here and contemplating on my life.' We sat there for a few minutes without speaking a word to each other before I asked Her 'What are you pondering over?' She hesitated a moment. I saw that She was composing herself. Then She said 'I am wondering if I can go on. I have this gut feeling that I will fail anything that I attempt. I think I am scared. In short, I don't know how long I can survive.' I nodded, for She and I understood each other more than anyone else.
I thought for a minute or so. Then I told Her 'well..let's take a walk down the memory lane. Let's start from rue de childhood.' We saw a poignant child who got up at 5 am every morning to study. Was she sad? I wanted to stop and ask her but we had to keep moving. On the other side of the road, I saw a lonely child who wanted to scream out her frustration but instead retired to her books for the hopes of drowning her sorrows and disappointments. But I wondered, why was she lonely? I tried to discuss it with Her. She said, 'she doesn't complain that she is lonely. I believe that she was quite content with it.' Poor child. Then I saw those wild animals on the opposite side of the road. I wanted to rescue her from those wild animals who were eyeing her to tear her apart. I wanted to give her a hug. But we had to keep moving. Before we turned to the next street I looked back, I saw that the wild animals were approaching her in a slow pace. I wanted to run back and help her. But She stopped me. She smiled and told me 'She will be just fine.' She smiled?!
Later, She told me that she excelled in all her classes by topping all of them! But what about those wild animals?
The next was the street of adolescence. The child had grown up. She had survived the loneliness. She had a lot of people around her. Friends, that is. She seemed to have a special aura around her. She seemed to have put the past behind her. We kept walking. We heard laughters. I turned to the other side of the road. She had become quite a humurous girl. What a change. I truly enjoyed walking down the street. Random boys in the bus stop who wanted to talk to her, random boys in church that she wanted to talk to, being quite the popular girl in her tuition school....etc. Before we knew it, we were coming to a stop. There was a 180 degree turn that we had to take on the same street.
She told me to be prepared.
I must say, she did not warn me enough. I could not believe that this was the same street. It was very dark and gloomy. Same girl with same innocence. But she was bombarded with so many responsibilites of being in another country. I saw her shivering in the cold without a decent jacket. Four people confined to one dark room in a even darker house. So called 'cousin' sneering at her. Perverted cousin. People who tried to make her feel inferior. *Shudder* I wanted to sprint. Then I saw her sleeping by the front door of her apartment so that she can wake up when her parents come back from work around midnight - they only had one key. Oh wait. The street was getting brighter.
We took another turn.
That particular path was rather pleasant. She seemed content. She wasn't free from difficulties, though. I was amazed to see a quite unnatural strength within her. She seemed to have goals, aspirations, and dreams. I saw her going to school with a sprained ankle. I was happy for her. She had changed.
She graduated from high school by being in the top 10%.
The next street, rue de adulthood, was rather interesting. She had been pushed to abyss, yet she was rescued. She survived. She revived. When She was about to fall, her friends caught her. She had come in contact with different kinds of people that taught her something - some more than others. She learned to be independent. She learned to cook. She learned to let things go. She experienced a lot of new feelings - new touch, new taste, new smell, etc. She learned how it felt to fall in love. She learned how it felt to have lost everything. She learned how it felt to lose faith and hope. She learned how it felt to be abandoned. She learned how it felt to be successful. She learned who actually was WORTH her time.
She had learned most from those 5 years.
Then we came to a halt. We had ended up at the same place that we started from. We spotted the rock and sat down.
I looked at Her. She did not have the pensive look anymore.
Looking down the street that was not yet paved, 'Yes. I know that I will survive. This will pass as well. I have been through worse. I will be ok.'
I have found me.
I thought for a minute or so. Then I told Her 'well..let's take a walk down the memory lane. Let's start from rue de childhood.' We saw a poignant child who got up at 5 am every morning to study. Was she sad? I wanted to stop and ask her but we had to keep moving. On the other side of the road, I saw a lonely child who wanted to scream out her frustration but instead retired to her books for the hopes of drowning her sorrows and disappointments. But I wondered, why was she lonely? I tried to discuss it with Her. She said, 'she doesn't complain that she is lonely. I believe that she was quite content with it.' Poor child. Then I saw those wild animals on the opposite side of the road. I wanted to rescue her from those wild animals who were eyeing her to tear her apart. I wanted to give her a hug. But we had to keep moving. Before we turned to the next street I looked back, I saw that the wild animals were approaching her in a slow pace. I wanted to run back and help her. But She stopped me. She smiled and told me 'She will be just fine.' She smiled?!
Later, She told me that she excelled in all her classes by topping all of them! But what about those wild animals?
The next was the street of adolescence. The child had grown up. She had survived the loneliness. She had a lot of people around her. Friends, that is. She seemed to have a special aura around her. She seemed to have put the past behind her. We kept walking. We heard laughters. I turned to the other side of the road. She had become quite a humurous girl. What a change. I truly enjoyed walking down the street. Random boys in the bus stop who wanted to talk to her, random boys in church that she wanted to talk to, being quite the popular girl in her tuition school....etc. Before we knew it, we were coming to a stop. There was a 180 degree turn that we had to take on the same street.
She told me to be prepared.
I must say, she did not warn me enough. I could not believe that this was the same street. It was very dark and gloomy. Same girl with same innocence. But she was bombarded with so many responsibilites of being in another country. I saw her shivering in the cold without a decent jacket. Four people confined to one dark room in a even darker house. So called 'cousin' sneering at her. Perverted cousin. People who tried to make her feel inferior. *Shudder* I wanted to sprint. Then I saw her sleeping by the front door of her apartment so that she can wake up when her parents come back from work around midnight - they only had one key. Oh wait. The street was getting brighter.
We took another turn.
That particular path was rather pleasant. She seemed content. She wasn't free from difficulties, though. I was amazed to see a quite unnatural strength within her. She seemed to have goals, aspirations, and dreams. I saw her going to school with a sprained ankle. I was happy for her. She had changed.
She graduated from high school by being in the top 10%.
The next street, rue de adulthood, was rather interesting. She had been pushed to abyss, yet she was rescued. She survived. She revived. When She was about to fall, her friends caught her. She had come in contact with different kinds of people that taught her something - some more than others. She learned to be independent. She learned to cook. She learned to let things go. She experienced a lot of new feelings - new touch, new taste, new smell, etc. She learned how it felt to fall in love. She learned how it felt to have lost everything. She learned how it felt to lose faith and hope. She learned how it felt to be abandoned. She learned how it felt to be successful. She learned who actually was WORTH her time.
She had learned most from those 5 years.
Then we came to a halt. We had ended up at the same place that we started from. We spotted the rock and sat down.
I looked at Her. She did not have the pensive look anymore.
Looking down the street that was not yet paved, 'Yes. I know that I will survive. This will pass as well. I have been through worse. I will be ok.'
I have found me.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Truly a blah!
I know that something is bothering me when I WANT to write a lot but CAN'T write a word.
I'm going to find myself. See you all when I get back!
I'm going to find myself. See you all when I get back!
Monday, November 17, 2008
MonDAZE
We should proclaim Mondays as Sabbath and don't do any work on that day. This applies especially for us college students who have to get up mighty early to go to school. UGH. And I will tell you why I'm mking such SELFLESS (as I always am) arguments for just may be even deleting Mondays from the week itself! Well..may be I will just tell you how my day went and you can probably relate to my experience and then agree with me!!
I went to sleep around 10 pm...reading a book. I woke up around 6 pm hearing a rather mundane yet heated conversation between my father and my brother. Needless to say, it was very difficult for me to go back to sleep. Cursing my rather sensitive ears, I tried to go to sleep by imagining (I really tried) some things that usually would put me to sleep (content is classified! Why spoil the rather nice image you guys have built about me!) Any way...I tried to wake up..but did not succeed to actually get up from the bed until 7 am. The rest is just blah blah blah and blah.
I got in the car..leaving for school. Halfway through, I had a speculation that I did not have my phone with me. Mind you, this has happened so many times that I am starting to wonder why I even have a phone!!! Any way....so yeah..I did not have my phone with me. I must have left in my bed (where it has established itself a dwelling place due to increasing contact with the bed!). So I am thinking 'I am going to be 3 hours early to school and I don't know what to do'! And studying is not an option! Pssh! That is solely for the unwise!!
So. I will let you in on a secret that might save your life one day: I don't pay attention to the road when I'm driving. I am either looking through the rearview mirror or doing complex math problems in my head or just thinking about random stuff (one of the above three may not be so true!) I don't exactly know WHAT I was doing..but I passed a RED LIGHT. And it didn't just turn red. It has been red for a good minute. It was an intersection. There were cars taking left turn and before I knew it..I was in the middle of the road!!! I did exactly what any panic driver in my position would do: I sped off like there was a flood chasing me! Then I started beating myself up..and slapping my face! I am sure that the drivers around me had a lot of fun watching me (slapping myself)! I am sure that has nothing to do with many drivers changing lanes..ie., getting out of my way!! They were just being nice!! Oh I should note that this happened right in front of the police station!! My luck!!
I arrived at the train station and the train had arrived just then. It stops for no more than a minute. I have to climb down a flight of stairs to get to the lower level. I know what you are thinking. You may be thinking 'HA. Her legs and her buttocks must have gotten to know the stairs quite well.' I hate to disppoint you. That did not happen..to my surprise. I rushed in to the train and it is fully packed like a private bus in Kerala.
I hate being around a lot of people...because I like my space (not because people smell or there are a lot of homeless people in the train!) So I decided to walk to the end of that particular cart and situate myself in a less crowded area. People must have loved me. Some Indian girl decided to walk to their place and make it crowded....standing as though she owned the place..and reading a book in some foreign (weird word! foreign? huh? *sigh* I tell you..it's because it's Monday!) language..and smiling to herself!! I guess the train was running late...so..irritability was not scarce!
I got off the train. Walked to the library. Decided to text my friend through the internet and waited. I waited and waited. I messaged her on orkut. I messaged two other people and no response!!
So I am stuck here at 10:42 am..waiting for my class (which I have not even been to since God knows when!) to start at 12pm. Well..I guess it is a good thing. The teacher needs to be reminded that I am infact a student in her class!! I really could do without it though!!
Then there's lab at 2pm. :O !! I am committing murder!! (refresh your memory on what I have to put up with!)
See you all in hell in a few years!!
P.S. I chose hanging out with friends over going to class....!! Since going to lab is mandatory, I just had to put up with it. But I did get to dissect a cow's eye (was forced to because everyone else was disgusted by it!)! IT WAS WICKED! :D
I went to sleep around 10 pm...reading a book. I woke up around 6 pm hearing a rather mundane yet heated conversation between my father and my brother. Needless to say, it was very difficult for me to go back to sleep. Cursing my rather sensitive ears, I tried to go to sleep by imagining (I really tried) some things that usually would put me to sleep (content is classified! Why spoil the rather nice image you guys have built about me!) Any way...I tried to wake up..but did not succeed to actually get up from the bed until 7 am. The rest is just blah blah blah and blah.
I got in the car..leaving for school. Halfway through, I had a speculation that I did not have my phone with me. Mind you, this has happened so many times that I am starting to wonder why I even have a phone!!! Any way....so yeah..I did not have my phone with me. I must have left in my bed (where it has established itself a dwelling place due to increasing contact with the bed!). So I am thinking 'I am going to be 3 hours early to school and I don't know what to do'! And studying is not an option! Pssh! That is solely for the unwise!!
So. I will let you in on a secret that might save your life one day: I don't pay attention to the road when I'm driving. I am either looking through the rearview mirror or doing complex math problems in my head or just thinking about random stuff (one of the above three may not be so true!) I don't exactly know WHAT I was doing..but I passed a RED LIGHT. And it didn't just turn red. It has been red for a good minute. It was an intersection. There were cars taking left turn and before I knew it..I was in the middle of the road!!! I did exactly what any panic driver in my position would do: I sped off like there was a flood chasing me! Then I started beating myself up..and slapping my face! I am sure that the drivers around me had a lot of fun watching me (slapping myself)! I am sure that has nothing to do with many drivers changing lanes..ie., getting out of my way!! They were just being nice!! Oh I should note that this happened right in front of the police station!! My luck!!
I arrived at the train station and the train had arrived just then. It stops for no more than a minute. I have to climb down a flight of stairs to get to the lower level. I know what you are thinking. You may be thinking 'HA. Her legs and her buttocks must have gotten to know the stairs quite well.' I hate to disppoint you. That did not happen..to my surprise. I rushed in to the train and it is fully packed like a private bus in Kerala.
I hate being around a lot of people...because I like my space (not because people smell or there are a lot of homeless people in the train!) So I decided to walk to the end of that particular cart and situate myself in a less crowded area. People must have loved me. Some Indian girl decided to walk to their place and make it crowded....standing as though she owned the place..and reading a book in some foreign (weird word! foreign? huh? *sigh* I tell you..it's because it's Monday!) language..and smiling to herself!! I guess the train was running late...so..irritability was not scarce!
I got off the train. Walked to the library. Decided to text my friend through the internet and waited. I waited and waited. I messaged her on orkut. I messaged two other people and no response!!
So I am stuck here at 10:42 am..waiting for my class (which I have not even been to since God knows when!) to start at 12pm. Well..I guess it is a good thing. The teacher needs to be reminded that I am infact a student in her class!! I really could do without it though!!
Then there's lab at 2pm. :O !! I am committing murder!! (refresh your memory on what I have to put up with!)
See you all in hell in a few years!!
P.S. I chose hanging out with friends over going to class....!! Since going to lab is mandatory, I just had to put up with it. But I did get to dissect a cow's eye (was forced to because everyone else was disgusted by it!)! IT WAS WICKED! :D
Friday, November 14, 2008
Porotta, Chicken, and Mahagony
Has anyone watched 'Midnight Meat Train'? Gruesome stuff, people. A lot of blood, dismembered bodies, and 'human meat consuming' things! Needless to say, I enjoyed the movie with a COUPLE (meaning may vary) of porottas and chicken curry! I was sucking the juice out of the chicken bone (thigh?) as Mahagony beat his victims with the meat hammer! I tore the porotta apart with my fingers and teeth as the creatures were enjoying human meat!
So..if I have convinced you that I am in fact a psychopath..let's move on....
So..does anyone else have a suggestion about the next "horror" movie that I should watch?!
So..if I have convinced you that I am in fact a psychopath..let's move on....
So..does anyone else have a suggestion about the next "horror" movie that I should watch?!
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Some treat......!!! *SIGH*
Before I even start..let's just say once more that terrible things happen to good people. The so called 'bad' people seem to have their merry lives together and are enjoying every damn bit to the fullest!
Who is a MAN? When does a BOY become a MAN? When he reaches puberty? After he turns 18? After his first kiss? After his first erection? I DON'T KNOW, people. Shed some light into this and enlighten me!! Oh. wait. I should have asked 'WHEN DO MALES STOP BEING ANIMALS AND BECOME MEN.?' Do they ever?
Why can't these beings even ACT like they have some kind of emotional attachment toward the rest of us? Why can't they stop seeing all women as nothing but an orifice to quench their sexual thirst? Why can't he respect the person who LOVES him? How can he be so sweet to her and then trashes her to his friends? How are they capable of putting this marvelous facade? Doesn't he ever feel a bit guilty that they may be portraying her in a wrongful manner? Does he stop to think that his friends might also be fantasizing about her using the information that he's oh-so-conveniently provided for them and may be even act on those?
Males have penis and testes for a reason. Their strength, assertiveness, aggressiveness, courage, etc. are all attributed to those! Now a day, the men that I come across act like they lack the above organs. That is the SOLE REASON why they are not acting sanely.
What the fuck* is wrong with guys? Is it something in the air?
Who the fuck has the right to tell me that not all men are the same? Show me a freaking GOOD MAN!! Hell. Show me a MAN. A man who can stand up for himself....moreover, for the person who loves him. A man who does not want to keep a relationship secretive. A man who does not feel the need to boast through lying about his sexual encounters. A man who is not afraid of commitment. A man who does not feel the need to play mind games. A man who does not convey mixed feelings. A man who does not take a woman for granted. A man who DOES NOT LIE.
Fuck all those...Just show me a MAN!!!**
I don't expect people to be perfect. But you can't blame me if I expect them to be a bit cordial!
*Excuse the swear words.*
**Yes, I am alrite.*
Who is a MAN? When does a BOY become a MAN? When he reaches puberty? After he turns 18? After his first kiss? After his first erection? I DON'T KNOW, people. Shed some light into this and enlighten me!! Oh. wait. I should have asked 'WHEN DO MALES STOP BEING ANIMALS AND BECOME MEN.?' Do they ever?
Why can't these beings even ACT like they have some kind of emotional attachment toward the rest of us? Why can't they stop seeing all women as nothing but an orifice to quench their sexual thirst? Why can't he respect the person who LOVES him? How can he be so sweet to her and then trashes her to his friends? How are they capable of putting this marvelous facade? Doesn't he ever feel a bit guilty that they may be portraying her in a wrongful manner? Does he stop to think that his friends might also be fantasizing about her using the information that he's oh-so-conveniently provided for them and may be even act on those?
Males have penis and testes for a reason. Their strength, assertiveness, aggressiveness, courage, etc. are all attributed to those! Now a day, the men that I come across act like they lack the above organs. That is the SOLE REASON why they are not acting sanely.
What the fuck* is wrong with guys? Is it something in the air?
Who the fuck has the right to tell me that not all men are the same? Show me a freaking GOOD MAN!! Hell. Show me a MAN. A man who can stand up for himself....moreover, for the person who loves him. A man who does not want to keep a relationship secretive. A man who does not feel the need to boast through lying about his sexual encounters. A man who is not afraid of commitment. A man who does not feel the need to play mind games. A man who does not convey mixed feelings. A man who does not take a woman for granted. A man who DOES NOT LIE.
Fuck all those...Just show me a MAN!!!**
I don't expect people to be perfect. But you can't blame me if I expect them to be a bit cordial!
*Excuse the swear words.*
**Yes, I am alrite.*
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Blah-sphemy
No one can make you miserable. No one can make you angry. No one can make you happy. No one can irritate you.................WITHOUT YOUR FREAKING CONSENT!
So..stop bitching and whining!! Get up and put a freaking smile on your damn face and go on about your day!
The people that you are whining about are leading their nonchalant lives and here you are making yourself miserable. It's not worth it, people. When the time comes for you to leave this world for good, you surely do not want to have any regrets!
Let's face it. There are some absolutely clueless people out there. Then there are those who think that they are doing us a favor by acting in their own ways, which is not always the best trajectory to take. And there are some people, who mean well, who clearly don't have the Midas' touch - good luck convincing them otherwise! Also, one can't forget those who are the deliverers of mixed meanings - the worst bunch!! I wonder if they even know what they're thinking! I hate it when people can't be straightforward about their feelings and emotions. We do communicate using LANGUAGES for a reason!!!!
Anyway...
They think that they can take us for granted. They give no regard to you. Then why should you give a rat's tiny ass about them?! People who care about you and love you wouldn't want to make you miserable. They would not hurt you intentionally. They wouldn't want to put you in harm's way!
So..
If you feel that you have those in your lives, you've got some decisions to make.
If you can't cut that person loose. The other option is to change your attitude..for better!!
I wish you a damn good day!
To all the men in the world,
God put the penis in the WRONG sex!!! Your testosterone is failing you miserably!!!
So..stop bitching and whining!! Get up and put a freaking smile on your damn face and go on about your day!
The people that you are whining about are leading their nonchalant lives and here you are making yourself miserable. It's not worth it, people. When the time comes for you to leave this world for good, you surely do not want to have any regrets!
Let's face it. There are some absolutely clueless people out there. Then there are those who think that they are doing us a favor by acting in their own ways, which is not always the best trajectory to take. And there are some people, who mean well, who clearly don't have the Midas' touch - good luck convincing them otherwise! Also, one can't forget those who are the deliverers of mixed meanings - the worst bunch!! I wonder if they even know what they're thinking! I hate it when people can't be straightforward about their feelings and emotions. We do communicate using LANGUAGES for a reason!!!!
Anyway...
They think that they can take us for granted. They give no regard to you. Then why should you give a rat's tiny ass about them?! People who care about you and love you wouldn't want to make you miserable. They would not hurt you intentionally. They wouldn't want to put you in harm's way!
So..
If you feel that you have those in your lives, you've got some decisions to make.
If you can't cut that person loose. The other option is to change your attitude..for better!!
I wish you a damn good day!
To all the men in the world,
God put the penis in the WRONG sex!!! Your testosterone is failing you miserably!!!
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
A letter to 'spam'
Look you,
I don't benefit from 'erectile pills' nor do I have an equipment which needs to be increased in size. No, I am not interested in spending some 'quality' time with a woman, no matter how hot you claim she is.
If you insist, at least send me something that I can relate to - even if it is in a hypothetical manner (endless choices - augmentation surgery, spotless skin treatment, lustful body secrets, etc). I will at least appreciate your effort!!!
I don't benefit from 'erectile pills' nor do I have an equipment which needs to be increased in size. No, I am not interested in spending some 'quality' time with a woman, no matter how hot you claim she is.
If you insist, at least send me something that I can relate to - even if it is in a hypothetical manner (endless choices - augmentation surgery, spotless skin treatment, lustful body secrets, etc). I will at least appreciate your effort!!!
Monday, November 3, 2008
Sunday, November 2, 2008
new found secret...
You have less drama and headaches when you don't publicize your romantic relationship/s. As Indians, we think of it as our birthright to know other people's business. At times, it is without our knowledge that we start screwing up other people's lives. So, it is best to keep everything in the down low until you are sure that the relationship has some kind of future!!
Why tempt others?!
Why tempt others?!
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