i DON'T need you to read this. Really.

Grown-ups never know their limits do they?

They would always think they’re right, think that they have the power to do anything they like but they have never thought about the consequences of their harsh words. I do not regret what i did today[or yesterday or the day before] because i was reaching my limit, or how about tears were already swirling around in my eyes because the limit was already reached. Know what, if this is what family is for, how about I don’t need one. I should take all the tissues that I’ve used and throw it back at you guys and tell you, thanks for the insults. At least now i know, i have to be stronger to withstand such bullshit.

P.S: It's so fucking hard to put what you really feel, into words, and not sound emo. I'm sorry if I did.

Well everything starts with one voice.

Take global warming for instance, that one clever person went outside, took a deep breath, and said ‘Ay, is it me.. or it warm out today?’ Oh, that loud, loud voice.

And so I said to myself, 'I'll blog today, and by golly I did." :)

Hope ya'll had a merry merry Christmas.

Mr. Inkredible :)

Before I went to get my first tattoo, I didn't know exactly what I wanted, but I had some good ideas,It took me a while to decide, but my sister and me decided that i should get tattoos to symbolize my love(for some1). We decided on a star with the alphabet"P" on it and. "love you more" on my bicep..!So we drew what i wanted.Next week me and my brother decided to go visit Ron(my brother's friend and also a very talented tattoo artist,one of the best in Delhi)The whole way to the studio, I wondered about who much it would hurt, so by the time we got there I was very nervous. My brother kept telling me that it didn't hurt that bad "It's like a sunburn getting scratched" he said. His words weren't very comforting since I'm the type of person who has to feel it for myself to believe, but my fear did not stop me.

We walked into the main room of Ron tattoos and were greeted at the door by Ron and then I explained to him what i wanted done. And he gave me a form to sign and asked for my I.D. As I sat and filled out the form I just became more nervous.. I went and talked to Ron told him what i wanted and how big, and he drew it up and showed us, when we decided we where satisfied we headed to the smaller private room for the work to begin.

And so it began. I heard the first buzzing of the gun, and wasn't as nervous as I first thought I would be. When we started I was surprised to the sensation I was feeling. It didn't feel like needles at all but more like a cell phone vibrating on my arm.But still i was yelling/abusing Ron with all sorts of "Hindi gaalia".. As he worked on the parts that were set to be completely black, it wasn't that painful, more like just irritable and slightly annoying. Keep in mind after the first 5 minutes or so, my endorphins kicked in making the pain much more tolerable. He was stretching my skin to make it tight and going over the same area a couple of times to make sure it was fully black, that was about the worst pain of the whole experience. The best way to describe the pain was like having a good sore cut or wound and you rubbing it with your finger nail. But, in the end it wasn't that bad....

So, in closing, I couldn't be happier with my tattoo and the overall experience. It wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it could be, and I don't regret any of it for a minute. ..

I think my first tattoo experience was a good one, and it is something I will never forget.. And was wort everything......

I never learn. <--delayed like Whoa.

December the 9th, 19:57 hrs:

Text to Boob:

Hey S* wen r d prelims starting from?

December the 9th, 2o:oo hrs:

Reply:

11th..

December the 9th, 2o:o1 hrs:

11th december??????

20 seconds later...

*Calling Boob*

*No reply*

*Call again*

*its ringingg* :P

Me: 11th December, did you mean????

Boob: yeaa...*confused*

Me: matlab ye wala 11th december??? [note the lunacy]

Boob: You didn't get the text?

Me: What text?

Boob: Ok... our prelims are starting from the 11th december.

Me: Portion?

Boob: *nonchalantly* whole book.

[You. Cannot. Imagine. My. Reaction]

Boob is not really the ray of sunshine in my life. :|

She's just er.... boob.

Anyhooo, the first eggjam was french.....and when I saw the paper, I didn't think it could be french. 'Cause well, I know french..[Okay!! Just a bit] but THAT wasn't french.

Next is maths.

We all know how that's gonna go.

Anyone know a sophisticated word for screwed?

I'm trying to be off "bad" words until the eggjams are done with. :P

I wannna watch New Moooo-n!!! *bawlingg*

It'll be out of the theaters by the time my exams get over!

Well, about A and blogging:

ME: Blog you whore! Like BLOG!!!!

He writes something.

I dissect/diagnose it. Something like, " You know you could have added...." or.. "Don't you think it needs...." or... "It seems you wrote it under the influence..." and the likes.

Him: Ok...

And then he won't post anything he wrote, 'cause it wasn't 'it'.

That kind of irritates me.

But I, sure do LOve himm!! <3

And he'll blog...! He TOTALLY wants to.. ! ;)

Magical, couldn't be more magical.

we met. we hugged. we talked. we thought.

we ate. we talked. we thought.

we kissed. we gazed. we thought.

we shopped. we talked. we thought.

we cried. we compared. we thought.

we said goodbye. we thought.

we looked forward. we thought.

and we lived for another day.

When our worlds collided [fo'real, bitches], it was all about fireworks and magic.

Day 1? Could you please not make me run into walls and blush?

It was like I was a TV and the reception was slowly improving.

I'm not exactly sure what I mean by that, but it felt really fucking refreshing.

Need decoding?

I was shivering like an old man somewhere around the tundra in just skin n bones. Don't believe it?

Ask him. It was fucking hilarious, except that the joke was on me. :P

Free stuff! Free stuff!

Don't you wish? ;) Boo you whore. *evil grin*

We need a new URL. Suggestions, please?

Just a couple hours[that is to say about 20 hours] and I'd be running like crazy into the arms of my most favorite person on this planet! *eeeeeeeeep*

And of course, I haven't shopped. I'd be meeting him in old rags. :(

But I guess that hardly matters. :)

Later, skater.

[I got better work to do.] :P