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JLT....

I spoke to N today...yeah am the "Agony aunt" to everyone....but no he doesnt call me at odd hours. MY buddy he is!!! We talked a lot...random stuff, he wants a bike but his ma is superstiious. He's a sweet guy. Well all this apart, he said he doesnt like me being sarcastic. Really i cant help it sometimes. It just happens and yeah it does give me a wicked sense of happiness. Hmmmmm, its just my alter ego talking here. My mind is whirling and all the demons of my past are suddenly in my room( met a few in my last yr too!)


I thought i was going to write something really funny but now i cant think of anything. I am feeling low. I met him& hence i am feeling even worse( not N) . I feel like snapping at everybody..lolz.


P.S( this is utterly stupid& mindless. If u dont wanna read, dont do so)


Like the above...

I'd rather not...1) kill the bitch in my lit class, who totally snubbed me in the canteen after i promised to help her....ugggggghh!!! I've just realised she is not worth it& yeah i am way much better looking! lolz....hahahahaa
2) Be like the old woman..(i cant name coz it wud shock my sis).


3) be compared to tht silly(slutty image) actress...Tanushree Dutta. I tired of being told that i look like her.

4) Give an impression that i want to be a kindergarten Teacher. I do like kids but not so much anymore.

5) get back with him. I dont ever plan to do tht. Its done forever

.6) Considering the above. I'd rather not have my guy friends sympathizing with him. He is a DORK!!!!& thts abt it.

7)not have N propose to me...lolz hahahahaha! U know he can be silly sometimes. But hes is too good a friend to be lost over this.

8)put on more weight!

9) Again, i dont want to fret anymore abt the above trivial things.

10) have a boyfriend juss like him. That wud seriously be the end of me!!!

11), yeah i would not consider getting breast implants...lolz. I like the size of mine.

12) look at her panties showing thru her pants always!!( always matching with her outfit)

Now,
I would like to...
1) look like my mum than anybody else in this world...lolz2

) Be friends with rinku pinku rather than that bitch!!(hehehe..i am enjoying this)

3)date a hunk!

4) visit a mumbai dance bar...aditi wud u come along? lolz

5)ask Johnny Depp.." shall we dance captain jack sparrow"

6)ask C& S to date some really nice girls..lolz especially S.

7) help C( cuz sis) to get a b/f.

8) to be proposed with an solitaire diamond ring( preferably 5 carats)

9) to slap the bitch once...(have a strong urge to do tht)

10) go for a swing with spiderman...

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  1. bugs.honey17 May 2007 at 08:15

    ooooooooooooooooo
    do i spell gossip???
    whos the bitch..a hint????

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  2. Narsimha18 May 2007 at 09:08

    Lol.. many guys hittin on ya eh??
    breast implants.. gross.. u loosin it babes.. :)

    ReplyDelete

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