Wednesday, October 14, 2009
David says:
hahahhaha
awwww u so kind
hey so u gotten a job yet?
or still finding for one?
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
hehehe
looking for one lah
sigh
haha
David says:
oh haha ok
well what kinda job u looking for?
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
mmm
customer service sorts lah
I like being kept busy that way
no more boring ofice stuff for me!
David says:
hahahah
then i have a job for u!
u interested in applying?
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
okay you are gonna say something daaaammnn stupid
go ahead, say it!
aaaaaaahahhaha
David says:
hhahahhaha
ok la dun wanna be so bad to u
hahhaha
poor u...
see im good to u!!
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
whaat!
so anti-climax!
pls lah, tell me tell me tell me!
hahaha
David says:
hahahhahaha
i wanted to say.........
KISS MY ASS
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
hahahhaha
David says:
thats the biggest and wildest job u will get
hahahhahahaha
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
bloody...!!!!!
OMG AAAAHAHAHAHA!
you great, big stupid!
David says:
hahahahah
yes i know
and it goes on;
David says:
hahahhaha
well everyone will be wondering how come u havent kissed my ass
since its so attractive
my hot cross brown buns
hahahaha
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
oh my god
your hot brown buns.
HAHAHAHHAHHAA
Monday, October 12, 2009
Back. Right. As I was saying, I found out Checkered Shorts's really into me. Which made me realise that staying married is not an option, especially since I married for the wrong reasons. But let's not go into that now cos it's a much-discussed-and-therefore-bloodyfrustrating-topic. Checkered's interest didn't break my marriage; it just acted as a catalyst; A catalyst, not THE catalyst. It irritates me terribly when ppl just don't understand that I didn't plain leave one guy for another. It's not that easy/simple. Ah. Where is this going? I shall come back to the story.
SO. I had trust issues. I found it hard to believe that someone who claims to have fallen in love with me while knowing fully well that I was engaged/married/super unavailable could be telling the truth. I don't think I have to explain what my concerns were and why; they must be obvious. My family had the same concerns (and a few extra cos they believe Checkered broke my marriage aaaand listen to this, they 'found out' he's done some black magic on me but that's a different @&@!#^ matter altogether) and in a nutshell, they quite hate him.
I, on the other hand, have decided to follow my heart and guts for once, and trust him.
This is why. Earlier this week, my brother-in-law (who had a not-so-friendly little chat with Checkered, and has very recently decided to become my good friend/advisor/and now semi-disciplinarian since my dad, tho I love him very much the way he is, is as passive as passive can be) told me that if Checkered doesn't stop seeing me, he'll either have him beaten up (uh huh, you read that right), or have his parents notified that he's getting upclose and personal with a married woman, and the former threat will result in his parents finding out anyway. That's a bit of a no-no for the mo cos Checkered feels the need to prove himself trustworthy to his folks first by establishing himself a little before letting them know he wants to be with a girl who was once married. Or something like that. I know it might sound bullshittish to some cos if a guy really loves a girl, there's nothing else that matters, right? Not exactly. Especially if the girl's say... married.
Anyways. I realise I've not yet revealed the reason I've grown to trust him. The reason is, he's not running away. My family might just decide to take matters into their hands anytime and let his family know, but he still wants in.
Somehow, within all the mess, I manage to find this quite perfect. For the moment, this is just really really perfect. For the first time in my life (love-wise), I'm following my heart and guts and not my mind. I'm listening to that little voice in my head that told me that Jay and I won't last. It's the same voice that I mentioned in one of my earlier posts which tells me to brush my teeth before I go to sleep and to stop drinking when I get too tipsy. Haha. Sounds a little stupid, I know. But I know it's not.
I love looking at his face. Love just watching him. Love it when he smiles for me. It feels so comfy and safe with him and I wanna sniff at him for hours and kiss his dimples. And now that I know I can trust him, I know that he's mine and he wants it that way. And I'm now ready to be his. Weird how it can feel so natural. We still do have moments where we can't help but go 'oh my god. it's us!' and 'shit, you and me?!' and the ocassional more simple 'wow. =)'. Many people, including you now, know about us, except for the families, which is unfortunate... but it's just how it has to be right now. They're not ready for us, and I don't mind waiting.
But if this doesn't work out, I will never listen to that little voice in my head again.
By the way, I still can't remember what that secret that I promised you guys was. I know it was some stupid little thing I thought up of when I was bored. Maybe it's best left forgotten. HAHA.
SO. I had trust issues. I found it hard to believe that someone who claims to have fallen in love with me while knowing fully well that I was engaged/married/super unavailable could be telling the truth. I don't think I have to explain what my concerns were and why; they must be obvious. My family had the same concerns (and a few extra cos they believe Checkered broke my marriage aaaand listen to this, they 'found out' he's done some black magic on me but that's a different @&@!#^ matter altogether) and in a nutshell, they quite hate him.
I, on the other hand, have decided to follow my heart and guts for once, and trust him.
This is why. Earlier this week, my brother-in-law (who had a not-so-friendly little chat with Checkered, and has very recently decided to become my good friend/advisor/and now semi-disciplinarian since my dad, tho I love him very much the way he is, is as passive as passive can be) told me that if Checkered doesn't stop seeing me, he'll either have him beaten up (uh huh, you read that right), or have his parents notified that he's getting upclose and personal with a married woman, and the former threat will result in his parents finding out anyway. That's a bit of a no-no for the mo cos Checkered feels the need to prove himself trustworthy to his folks first by establishing himself a little before letting them know he wants to be with a girl who was once married. Or something like that. I know it might sound bullshittish to some cos if a guy really loves a girl, there's nothing else that matters, right? Not exactly. Especially if the girl's say... married.
Anyways. I realise I've not yet revealed the reason I've grown to trust him. The reason is, he's not running away. My family might just decide to take matters into their hands anytime and let his family know, but he still wants in.
Somehow, within all the mess, I manage to find this quite perfect. For the moment, this is just really really perfect. For the first time in my life (love-wise), I'm following my heart and guts and not my mind. I'm listening to that little voice in my head that told me that Jay and I won't last. It's the same voice that I mentioned in one of my earlier posts which tells me to brush my teeth before I go to sleep and to stop drinking when I get too tipsy. Haha. Sounds a little stupid, I know. But I know it's not.
I love looking at his face. Love just watching him. Love it when he smiles for me. It feels so comfy and safe with him and I wanna sniff at him for hours and kiss his dimples. And now that I know I can trust him, I know that he's mine and he wants it that way. And I'm now ready to be his. Weird how it can feel so natural. We still do have moments where we can't help but go 'oh my god. it's us!' and 'shit, you and me?!' and the ocassional more simple 'wow. =)'. Many people, including you now, know about us, except for the families, which is unfortunate... but it's just how it has to be right now. They're not ready for us, and I don't mind waiting.
But if this doesn't work out, I will never listen to that little voice in my head again.
By the way, I still can't remember what that secret that I promised you guys was. I know it was some stupid little thing I thought up of when I was bored. Maybe it's best left forgotten. HAHA.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
I had durians and milo for breakfast yesterday. Lovely.
Was staring at the same page I'm looking at now around the same time yesterday and the day before, tryin to remember the secret I promised to let you guys in on. How anti-climax.
Oh by the way people, I'm in a relationship now. I'm still married at the mo, tho. Married to one, in love with another. I AM taking things slightly slow, tho it might not seem like it. Going with the flow. Following the winds. And what else have you. AND, there is a whole huge tamil movie inspired story to it.
Do you have the time?
Checkered Shorts and I go a long long way back, all the way to primary school. We were in the same school, same second language class, and YET, we don't remember seeing each other at all. I only knew him by name, and he by mine (but he put the face of one Diana to my name, that dumbass). We officially met again (bless Teddy Bear, the lovely, hairy mutual friend for keepin in contact with me) about 8 years ago, which was when he realised Diana isn't me. But no, there were no sparks then. In fact, there weren't any till a year ago.
See, we never talked much, nor did we meet up alone. We just saw each other couple of times a year when I'm free to join that particular group of friends for coffee. All that changed one night late June 2008 when our friends didn't turn up and it was just the 2 of us left to entertain each other thru dinner. Kinda made us realise that we can actually hang out and not feel bored of each other. And that was the beginning to everything.
I began to wonder how it'd be like to be with him, cos he's just so suited to me character-wise. Laidback...relaxed...taking things as they come. And I loved him quite dearly, as a friend. But as you all know, I was attached then, engaged even. Soooo it was a oh-well-too-bad thing. Until middle this year, which was when I found out he'd actually fallen in love with me.
Ah. The nephew needs to be fed. Continue later!
Was staring at the same page I'm looking at now around the same time yesterday and the day before, tryin to remember the secret I promised to let you guys in on. How anti-climax.
Oh by the way people, I'm in a relationship now. I'm still married at the mo, tho. Married to one, in love with another. I AM taking things slightly slow, tho it might not seem like it. Going with the flow. Following the winds. And what else have you. AND, there is a whole huge tamil movie inspired story to it.
Do you have the time?
Checkered Shorts and I go a long long way back, all the way to primary school. We were in the same school, same second language class, and YET, we don't remember seeing each other at all. I only knew him by name, and he by mine (but he put the face of one Diana to my name, that dumbass). We officially met again (bless Teddy Bear, the lovely, hairy mutual friend for keepin in contact with me) about 8 years ago, which was when he realised Diana isn't me. But no, there were no sparks then. In fact, there weren't any till a year ago.
See, we never talked much, nor did we meet up alone. We just saw each other couple of times a year when I'm free to join that particular group of friends for coffee. All that changed one night late June 2008 when our friends didn't turn up and it was just the 2 of us left to entertain each other thru dinner. Kinda made us realise that we can actually hang out and not feel bored of each other. And that was the beginning to everything.
I began to wonder how it'd be like to be with him, cos he's just so suited to me character-wise. Laidback...relaxed...taking things as they come. And I loved him quite dearly, as a friend. But as you all know, I was attached then, engaged even. Soooo it was a oh-well-too-bad thing. Until middle this year, which was when I found out he'd actually fallen in love with me.
Ah. The nephew needs to be fed. Continue later!
Friday, October 9, 2009
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Let me tell you what kind of girl I am.
I will get wet in the rain in a white shirt; I'll carry my sandals and walk barefoot in a shopping mall; I'll indulge in the notion that the sun shines only for me for a few miliseconds; I'll go out with you if I don't really like you cos I'll wanna discover your good points (if you have any); I'll bake into the wee hours of the morning to tire myself out, have a hot brownie and giggle to myself; I'll dance to my favourite songs in the shower; I'll choose a handmade card over any branded/pricey gift; I'll hunt for some canvas and paint and create (happens when I feel like I'm in love); I'll ponder for hours about the past, the what-ifs, and be thankful for the present; I'll smile at you so that you'll smile at me; I'll spend hours sniffing at you if I love you very much; I'll not like it if you paid for me unless I'm comfy with you; I'll give you flowers if I love you; I'll willingly be stupid and trust you cos my gut tells me to, and some time later, I'll rethink the whole thing and decide not to trust you; I'll then trust you again; I'll know I might be kind of screwed; but I'll get the feeling I might never want to let you go.
I will get wet in the rain in a white shirt; I'll carry my sandals and walk barefoot in a shopping mall; I'll indulge in the notion that the sun shines only for me for a few miliseconds; I'll go out with you if I don't really like you cos I'll wanna discover your good points (if you have any); I'll bake into the wee hours of the morning to tire myself out, have a hot brownie and giggle to myself; I'll dance to my favourite songs in the shower; I'll choose a handmade card over any branded/pricey gift; I'll hunt for some canvas and paint and create (happens when I feel like I'm in love); I'll ponder for hours about the past, the what-ifs, and be thankful for the present; I'll smile at you so that you'll smile at me; I'll spend hours sniffing at you if I love you very much; I'll not like it if you paid for me unless I'm comfy with you; I'll give you flowers if I love you; I'll willingly be stupid and trust you cos my gut tells me to, and some time later, I'll rethink the whole thing and decide not to trust you; I'll then trust you again; I'll know I might be kind of screwed; but I'll get the feeling I might never want to let you go.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
I'm alone at mac at funan IT mall. Y'know, it's nice to be alone sometimes.
But I miss you. I like the way this feels. For now.
*grins just a wee bit*
There's a lightness in my heart that shouldn't be there, but I won't question it. If you find gold coins under your pillow instead of your rotten tooth, you just shut the hell up.
But I miss you. I like the way this feels. For now.
*grins just a wee bit*
There's a lightness in my heart that shouldn't be there, but I won't question it. If you find gold coins under your pillow instead of your rotten tooth, you just shut the hell up.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Did I disappoint you or let you down?
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,
Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.
So I took what's mine by eternal right.
Took your soul out into the night.
It may be over but it won't stop there,
I am here for you if you'd only care.
You touched my heart you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals.
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you.
I've kissed your lips and held your hand.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I've been addicted to you.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I am a dreamer and when I wake,
You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.
And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be
I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.
I've watched you sleeping for a while.
I'd be the father of your child.
I'd spend a lifetime with you.
I know your fears and you know mine.
We've had our doubts but now we're fine,
And I love you, I swear that's true.
I cannot live without you.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
And I still hold your hand in mine.
In mine when I'm asleep.
And I will bear my soul in time,
When I'm kneeling at your feet.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.
Goodbye My Lover by James Blunt
I think that might be the saddest song I've ever heard. One can't help but feel a wee bit pathetic while listening to that song, reading those lyrics, bingeing on brownies, and waiting to feel fat.
Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown?
'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,
Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won.
So I took what's mine by eternal right.
Took your soul out into the night.
It may be over but it won't stop there,
I am here for you if you'd only care.
You touched my heart you touched my soul.
You changed my life and all my goals.
And love is blind and that I knew when,
My heart was blinded by you.
I've kissed your lips and held your hand.
Shared your dreams and shared your bed.
I know you well, I know your smell.
I've been addicted to you.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I am a dreamer and when I wake,
You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take.
And as you move on, remember me,
Remember us and all we used to be
I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.
I've watched you sleeping for a while.
I'd be the father of your child.
I'd spend a lifetime with you.
I know your fears and you know mine.
We've had our doubts but now we're fine,
And I love you, I swear that's true.
I cannot live without you.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
And I still hold your hand in mine.
In mine when I'm asleep.
And I will bear my soul in time,
When I'm kneeling at your feet.
Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one.
You have been the one for me.
I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.
Goodbye My Lover by James Blunt
I think that might be the saddest song I've ever heard. One can't help but feel a wee bit pathetic while listening to that song, reading those lyrics, bingeing on brownies, and waiting to feel fat.
My flooble chatbox either died on me, or disappeared off the face of the earth. Regardless of what actually happened, it's not coming back cos CBOX is here. So say hello!
No really, say hello. I'd love to hear from you. Even if your life sucks and you wanna take it out on me and tell me I'm shit. Yay me.
Twinnie, I miss you. Ragani, I miss you, and PLS contact me. Jeevitha, I miss you too. Kit, I'm gonna miss you. I miss my girlfriends. I seem to be around guys most of the time cos they're less complicated. Well yes they generally are, as long as they don't wish you were with them when they're alone in their rooms late in the night.
No really, say hello. I'd love to hear from you. Even if your life sucks and you wanna take it out on me and tell me I'm shit. Yay me.
Twinnie, I miss you. Ragani, I miss you, and PLS contact me. Jeevitha, I miss you too. Kit, I'm gonna miss you. I miss my girlfriends. I seem to be around guys most of the time cos they're less complicated. Well yes they generally are, as long as they don't wish you were with them when they're alone in their rooms late in the night.
Friday, September 11, 2009
V. Ragani reads my blog. She drops by sometimes, gets herself updated, and moves on very very quietly. She does not tag much. That's alright, cos I love her.
I sent her an email on August 30th to ask her how she's been doing since she landed in Finland, and there's been no reply to date! The atrocity of it all is so magnificent that I find myself choking in it's... umm... magnificence!
But that's alright too. Cos I still love her. Sigh.
Maybe this's some karmaic payback. I've not replied to Sara's few-week-old email. ANYWAY, speaking of Sara, here's his very first msn convo appearance on my blog, and (hmmmm) probably any platform on the world wide net.
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
so you're bored shitless ah
no date today?!
:-o
Saravanan says:
yup so you can be my virtual date
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
HUR
I don't do cybersex, thank you
Saravanan says:
damn it
plzzzzz
jus for me
plzzzzzzzzzzzz
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
sighhhh
Saravanan says:
men are always men
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
fiiine. but we shall discuss the rates first
Saravanan says:
tats wat u are thinking right
okok nice
okok how much issit per hr?
5rp?
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
RP?!
more like SGD5 per min lah
Saravanan says:
5 per min for your face is wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy too much
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
fuck you and get lost
HAHAH
Saravanan says:
hey u watch ur language u filthy papaya smelling asshole
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
fuck you, you sick duck-like specimen!
Saravanan says:
wtf is a duck like specimen????
u mean I look like a fucking duck omg u stupid JERK
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
that's exactly what I meant, you brinjal-sucking cow!
And we started the conversation out quite civilly, y'know. Talking to the ex gets my skin bubbling very very slightly. In a nice, pleasant, friendly way, ofcos. Does that even make sense?
Out to meet a couple of ppl. Feels good, going out after so long. I love my family very much, but constant exposure to them is maddening, even more so these days. I need to be alone sometimes. Damn, and I need to get a job soon. And I would really like to have a smoke.
I sent her an email on August 30th to ask her how she's been doing since she landed in Finland, and there's been no reply to date! The atrocity of it all is so magnificent that I find myself choking in it's... umm... magnificence!
But that's alright too. Cos I still love her. Sigh.
Maybe this's some karmaic payback. I've not replied to Sara's few-week-old email. ANYWAY, speaking of Sara, here's his very first msn convo appearance on my blog, and (hmmmm) probably any platform on the world wide net.
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
so you're bored shitless ah
no date today?!
:-o
Saravanan says:
yup so you can be my virtual date
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
HUR
I don't do cybersex, thank you
Saravanan says:
damn it
plzzzzz
jus for me
plzzzzzzzzzzzz
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
sighhhh
Saravanan says:
men are always men
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
fiiine. but we shall discuss the rates first
Saravanan says:
tats wat u are thinking right
okok nice
okok how much issit per hr?
5rp?
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
RP?!
more like SGD5 per min lah
Saravanan says:
5 per min for your face is wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy too much
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
fuck you and get lost
HAHAH
Saravanan says:
hey u watch ur language u filthy papaya smelling asshole
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
fuck you, you sick duck-like specimen!
Saravanan says:
wtf is a duck like specimen????
u mean I look like a fucking duck omg u stupid JERK
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
that's exactly what I meant, you brinjal-sucking cow!
And we started the conversation out quite civilly, y'know. Talking to the ex gets my skin bubbling very very slightly. In a nice, pleasant, friendly way, ofcos. Does that even make sense?
Out to meet a couple of ppl. Feels good, going out after so long. I love my family very much, but constant exposure to them is maddening, even more so these days. I need to be alone sometimes. Damn, and I need to get a job soon. And I would really like to have a smoke.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Special, Dhanya's so special, she's the most special kinda girl in the wooorrld.
Special, she is so special, she's so special that he fell in love with herrr.
Cigarette buds are smelly, and her ass feels like jelly.
Special, Dhanya's so special, she's the most special kinda girl in the wooorrrrllld.
I love that stupid song.
Special, she is so special, she's so special that he fell in love with herrr.
Cigarette buds are smelly, and her ass feels like jelly.
Special, Dhanya's so special, she's the most special kinda girl in the wooorrrrllld.
I love that stupid song.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Yet another installation. With tamil -> english translation!
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
neeya? (is that you?)
Kathiravanology? -=[Gemini]=- says:
naana? (is this me?)
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
aamam. (yes)
the man who doesn't know how to mix milo
Kathiravanology? -=[Gemini]=- says:
hahaha
got 3 in 1 packets nowadays wad
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
horrigible
you will nvr survive in a milo jungle
Kathiravanology? -=[Gemini]=- says:
wtf is a milo jungle luh?
your house ah?
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
ehhhh maybe.
I wldn't mind
hahah
Kathiravanology? -=[Gemini]=- says:
haha
watcha doin?
no plans today ah?
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
nope! except for staying home and helping my mom with the baby and searching for a job and whatshitnot
how abt your backside?!
Kathiravanology? -=[Gemini]=- says:
new articles came in,
working on em
while chatting with this ass
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
waaah.
I shall ignore the ass thing
Kathiravanology? -=[Gemini]=- says:
hahaha
sure, your royal assness
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
you're like a presshouse by yourself!
hahahha!
slap you then you know!
Kathiravanology? -=[Gemini]=- says:
hahaha
only designing part
thou shalt not be involved with anything more
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
waaahahaha
so are you an eccentric designer?
*ponders*
well you ARE weird
Kathiravanology? -=[Gemini]=- says:
just like euuuuu
n u know it!
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
*giggles*
yes I do-oooo!
Kathiravanology? -=[Gemini]=- says:
treasure you........
at the bottom of my arse
lalalala
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
bloody...
Lucy, attack!
Lucy's my pinkie. In case you're wondering, she's the one on my right hand. :)
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
neeya? (is that you?)
Kathiravanology? -=[Gemini]=- says:
naana? (is this me?)
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
aamam. (yes)
the man who doesn't know how to mix milo
Kathiravanology? -=[Gemini]=- says:
hahaha
got 3 in 1 packets nowadays wad
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
horrigible
you will nvr survive in a milo jungle
Kathiravanology? -=[Gemini]=- says:
wtf is a milo jungle luh?
your house ah?
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
ehhhh maybe.
I wldn't mind
hahah
Kathiravanology? -=[Gemini]=- says:
haha
watcha doin?
no plans today ah?
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
nope! except for staying home and helping my mom with the baby and searching for a job and whatshitnot
how abt your backside?!
Kathiravanology? -=[Gemini]=- says:
new articles came in,
working on em
while chatting with this ass
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
waaah.
I shall ignore the ass thing
Kathiravanology? -=[Gemini]=- says:
hahaha
sure, your royal assness
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
you're like a presshouse by yourself!
hahahha!
slap you then you know!
Kathiravanology? -=[Gemini]=- says:
hahaha
only designing part
thou shalt not be involved with anything more
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
waaahahaha
so are you an eccentric designer?
*ponders*
well you ARE weird
Kathiravanology? -=[Gemini]=- says:
just like euuuuu
n u know it!
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
*giggles*
yes I do-oooo!
Kathiravanology? -=[Gemini]=- says:
treasure you........
at the bottom of my arse
lalalala
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
bloody...
Lucy, attack!
Lucy's my pinkie. In case you're wondering, she's the one on my right hand. :)
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Kathiravanology? -=[Gemini]=- says:
haha
so eppe meetings
"last min meetings, oh bz one
besides are u still studying at MDIS?
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
HAHA
I stopped for a while
but resume to attempt to continue
I mean, I intend to resume
shit.. what the hell was that sentence all abt?
anyways.
yeah. haha
Kathiravanology? -=[Gemini]=- says:
are u ok?
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
I think sooo
haha
I'm fine!
Kathiravanology? -=[Gemini]=- says:
then why are u blabbering!
all i asked was are u still studying at MDIS?
7 lines later
i still never get the answer!
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
HAHAHAHHA.
I'm gonna post this up on my blog!
ANYWAYS
I stopped unofficially, but am gonna resume!
Kathiravanology? -=[Gemini]=- says:
much better
Craving for chocolate brownies can really mess with your thought processes. I'm gonna go make some now.
haha
so eppe meetings
"last min meetings, oh bz one
besides are u still studying at MDIS?
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
HAHA
I stopped for a while
but resume to attempt to continue
I mean, I intend to resume
shit.. what the hell was that sentence all abt?
anyways.
yeah. haha
Kathiravanology? -=[Gemini]=- says:
are u ok?
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
I think sooo
haha
I'm fine!
Kathiravanology? -=[Gemini]=- says:
then why are u blabbering!
all i asked was are u still studying at MDIS?
7 lines later
i still never get the answer!
°· her royal freshness ·° says:
HAHAHAHHA.
I'm gonna post this up on my blog!
ANYWAYS
I stopped unofficially, but am gonna resume!
Kathiravanology? -=[Gemini]=- says:
much better
Craving for chocolate brownies can really mess with your thought processes. I'm gonna go make some now.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Okay, it's not working. I'm trying to convince myself that everything's fine. And it's not working.
I know it's gonna be alright soon, but why's there so much shit to go thru for it? Just when I thought it's gonna be alright, and I'm finally going good, I get a huge, stinky pile of crap hit me in the ass. Which makes me look like I crapped in my pants and y'know what, maybe I did just that. What happened to things being smooth-sailing? Well they weren't exactly smooth to begin with, but my problems were in my mind and only there, and I thought they'd die there. And now I've learnt that it doesn't work that way cos a problem is a problem as long as it's there; doesn't matter where.
WHY ISN'T ANYTHING SIMPLE ANYMORE?
So down on luck. Shld stay clear from busy roads and come home earlier and eat only at home and bathe as many times as possible. I'm not making much sense and that doesn't surprise me.
Maybe it'd be easier if I were butt-ugly. I wldnt have asked for much effort during creation; below average looks wld have done fine. But I'm pretty and I know it. You're reading this, and I shld show some consideration for your sensibilities but really, I don't care. I'm good looking, and sometimes, especially when you initiate the break up of your marriage, that sucks. When are ppl gonna fully learn that looks don't matter? You don't know my heart. Beauty is only skin-deep. The body is just that; a body. And nothing else. It cannot be anything else cos it doesn't have the capability to. What matters and cares for you is the mind, and the heart, and it doesn't matter if it belongs to King Kong or Will Smith.
Unless you just wanna do a wham-bam-thank you ma'am. Then you'll look for Will Smith. Or me.
I know it's gonna be alright soon, but why's there so much shit to go thru for it? Just when I thought it's gonna be alright, and I'm finally going good, I get a huge, stinky pile of crap hit me in the ass. Which makes me look like I crapped in my pants and y'know what, maybe I did just that. What happened to things being smooth-sailing? Well they weren't exactly smooth to begin with, but my problems were in my mind and only there, and I thought they'd die there. And now I've learnt that it doesn't work that way cos a problem is a problem as long as it's there; doesn't matter where.
WHY ISN'T ANYTHING SIMPLE ANYMORE?
So down on luck. Shld stay clear from busy roads and come home earlier and eat only at home and bathe as many times as possible. I'm not making much sense and that doesn't surprise me.
Maybe it'd be easier if I were butt-ugly. I wldnt have asked for much effort during creation; below average looks wld have done fine. But I'm pretty and I know it. You're reading this, and I shld show some consideration for your sensibilities but really, I don't care. I'm good looking, and sometimes, especially when you initiate the break up of your marriage, that sucks. When are ppl gonna fully learn that looks don't matter? You don't know my heart. Beauty is only skin-deep. The body is just that; a body. And nothing else. It cannot be anything else cos it doesn't have the capability to. What matters and cares for you is the mind, and the heart, and it doesn't matter if it belongs to King Kong or Will Smith.
Unless you just wanna do a wham-bam-thank you ma'am. Then you'll look for Will Smith. Or me.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
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