Tuesday, July 08, 2008


Tears are words the heart cant express

Friday, July 04, 2008

What a BORING papa

Warning: The blogger aint in her perfect mood and read only if you are prepared for a lotta whining.

Another birthday passed by. I just realised that its more than 2 years since I started to blog because I’ve written about my birthday of 2006 in it. So after 2 years of baby steps my blog has finally reached its 25th post ( #:-S). About this birthday…well it was the most uneventful one since I got into college, if not the most boring ever. Talking about earlier birthdays…my 19th birthday..the first one during the so called engineering course.. eventhough it was after 1 year of college life together very few people knew me then. So there weren’t any classmates ..a couple of friends came..we cut cake..it was soo sweet that my folks had to take me to the hospital at midnight. 20th birthday was good..a few people came to my home..one of them baked me a cake..I still remember it as a sweet gesture while he does as a way he saved much money.We had a great time.. and a candlelight birthday as the whole area surrounding my home dint have electricity for a couple of days…21st birthday…Many came…I wouldn’t call it the best party of cs04 or anything.. but was good..22nd birthday...harthal..wonderful birthday..eventhough I had removed reminders many people called…thank you guys. .it was like a drop of rain in the desert of boredom…ok no more metaphors.


Life is soo damn boring…I’d rather have 5 hours of continuous lecture on microprocessors by koko in the backbench than this.

I have so many things which I can do and utilize my free time. I can cook…and I hate the fact that always something or the other from the recipe would be missing in my kitchen. I can read.. I hate that I would feel saturated after reading sometime.. I can go out …I hate the rain which brings knee height muddy water in my lane.. I also hate lotsa other things.. I hate the pollen grains and all those tiny useless dust particles which cause allergy in my nose. I hate the stupid Indian postal service which wont deliver a courier in time. I hate the fact that my house is so far away from my friends’s. I hate the fact that my only friend whos near by has to leave in a week. I hate the fact that I dunno what to write next. I hate hypocrites. I hate the fact that I am selfish. I hate the fact that I just sit and whine and do nothing about anything. i hate Eve for eating the forbidden fruit. I hate the fact that I know I am gonna regret wasting my possibly last long vacation later and is still doing nothing. And I just found out anger is one letter short of danger and I am going crazy here..lalalaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa