Halla!
People tend to use names when conversing with one another, but oh well, if I must suppress my urge. This is just the beginning; only 6 posts new. Let us see all the mysteries that unfold as we go on.
I did see this template; it used to be my blog template initially. In fact, if you see my blog, it's very simple. At least the background. But this is a little too .. bland. I will do it up later, when my creative instincts are sharper than they are past midnight (again, most of my blog posts are done pretty late in the night, but those were when I lived in a different time zone).
I know quite a bit of Gurgaon now, going around so much. Think I might take a dip in the pool tomorrow. Haha, I remember my early on fascination with British accents. It began with the first Harry Potter movie that I watched. I used to keep acting out the train scenes in my 'best British accent' though British and American were just about the same thing to me then. I pity my brother; he had to endure my lameness. Not anymore. I know about the board you stole. It used to say 'Men at work' but now shows a devil or something? You dug it up last year and spent a while fixing it up and gave it for his birthday and he loved it. It's surprising how you hardly remember anything we ever talk about.
I'm not one to splurge on branded items either. People buy their clothes from Forever 21 and H&M. Me? I probably buy my stuff from Lulu or Carrefour. Or Bossini or Hang Ten. The closet market to our current place of stay has only Converse and Reebok stores selling footwear. Desperate times call for desperate measures. And the rates are standardised. Besides which, floaters are pretty useful in the rains and my older and experienced friend (she would kill me if she read this, too sensitive about her age) suggested I buy them as part of my retail therapy. And no, I don't play football or cricket on the streets but I really wish I could.
Yes, that is the show I'm talking about. I don't suppose it's great but I guess it reminds me of the old days when I used to hang around with my good ol' pals in the country where I'd spent my entire life till about now.
We're mostly school - hunting these days. People here are so rigid, gah. Got into one place and have some aptitude test else where today. We're staying at the office guest house and we'll get a place to stay depending on where I get in. We've got a prepaid USB internet connection right now. Shall be taking a wireless connection once we get a house. I'd gone on a download rampage before leaving cause I knew they would be my saving grace.
Someone quite close to me was recently diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis and is on steroids. It sucks cause he's hardly twenty one and it's an incurable disease. And well, it sucks in a lot more ways I do not even want to begin to list. But I guess that's part the reason our families are now quite amiable. (Ironically, Bekket mentioned 'roids just as I typed this.) His sister is my best friend and I talk a Lot to their mum.
I suppress a lot of my feelings till it gets to 'crazy point' which is when I do my music - dance therapy and let it all out. The way you put it, it reminds me of Adrian from Vampire Academy (it's a series worlds apart from Twilight and incomparably better that it) and I hope I am not doomed to a similar fate.
Same and similar have a huge difference between them. But I think you have a problem with homosexual people and me in general.
I KNEW you would say something like that. Probably 'cause I realised it sounded like that when I was typing it out. So I s'pose it is our like - minded cynical dirty mindedness.
I am SIXTEEN! I don't know any guys my age. Oh wait, I know about one guy who I've seen twive and have never talked to. And I know about one guy an year older than me, kinda cute. But I s'pose I'll meet guys my age once school starts. In any case, I know only one guy who is twenty one with who I love talking and haven't felt actually felt I was five years younger (for the most part). Actually, I don't feel the age difference much even when I talk to other 20 year olds.
You are what? 18? How come you're interested in girls 20 years old?
By the way, who is Jason Bourne? Also, I had to type in your MSN id when I first logged in. Obviously, I used my genius skills to guess it.
To sum up, you think I have sexuality and repressed psychopathic issues, am interested in guys a little too old for me. Weird how you were the guy I once had a crush on (the underline is to emphasise the past tense). And Now the blog turns scandalous.
Cheers,
Blogger 1
People tend to use names when conversing with one another, but oh well, if I must suppress my urge. This is just the beginning; only 6 posts new. Let us see all the mysteries that unfold as we go on.
I did see this template; it used to be my blog template initially. In fact, if you see my blog, it's very simple. At least the background. But this is a little too .. bland. I will do it up later, when my creative instincts are sharper than they are past midnight (again, most of my blog posts are done pretty late in the night, but those were when I lived in a different time zone).
I know quite a bit of Gurgaon now, going around so much. Think I might take a dip in the pool tomorrow. Haha, I remember my early on fascination with British accents. It began with the first Harry Potter movie that I watched. I used to keep acting out the train scenes in my 'best British accent' though British and American were just about the same thing to me then. I pity my brother; he had to endure my lameness. Not anymore. I know about the board you stole. It used to say 'Men at work' but now shows a devil or something? You dug it up last year and spent a while fixing it up and gave it for his birthday and he loved it. It's surprising how you hardly remember anything we ever talk about.
I'm not one to splurge on branded items either. People buy their clothes from Forever 21 and H&M. Me? I probably buy my stuff from Lulu or Carrefour. Or Bossini or Hang Ten. The closet market to our current place of stay has only Converse and Reebok stores selling footwear. Desperate times call for desperate measures. And the rates are standardised. Besides which, floaters are pretty useful in the rains and my older and experienced friend (she would kill me if she read this, too sensitive about her age) suggested I buy them as part of my retail therapy. And no, I don't play football or cricket on the streets but I really wish I could.
Yes, that is the show I'm talking about. I don't suppose it's great but I guess it reminds me of the old days when I used to hang around with my good ol' pals in the country where I'd spent my entire life till about now.
We're mostly school - hunting these days. People here are so rigid, gah. Got into one place and have some aptitude test else where today. We're staying at the office guest house and we'll get a place to stay depending on where I get in. We've got a prepaid USB internet connection right now. Shall be taking a wireless connection once we get a house. I'd gone on a download rampage before leaving cause I knew they would be my saving grace.
Someone quite close to me was recently diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis and is on steroids. It sucks cause he's hardly twenty one and it's an incurable disease. And well, it sucks in a lot more ways I do not even want to begin to list. But I guess that's part the reason our families are now quite amiable. (Ironically, Bekket mentioned 'roids just as I typed this.) His sister is my best friend and I talk a Lot to their mum.
I suppress a lot of my feelings till it gets to 'crazy point' which is when I do my music - dance therapy and let it all out. The way you put it, it reminds me of Adrian from Vampire Academy (it's a series worlds apart from Twilight and incomparably better that it) and I hope I am not doomed to a similar fate.
Same and similar have a huge difference between them. But I think you have a problem with homosexual people and me in general.
I KNEW you would say something like that. Probably 'cause I realised it sounded like that when I was typing it out. So I s'pose it is our like - minded cynical dirty mindedness.
I am SIXTEEN! I don't know any guys my age. Oh wait, I know about one guy who I've seen twive and have never talked to. And I know about one guy an year older than me, kinda cute. But I s'pose I'll meet guys my age once school starts. In any case, I know only one guy who is twenty one with who I love talking and haven't felt actually felt I was five years younger (for the most part). Actually, I don't feel the age difference much even when I talk to other 20 year olds.
You are what? 18? How come you're interested in girls 20 years old?
By the way, who is Jason Bourne? Also, I had to type in your MSN id when I first logged in. Obviously, I used my genius skills to guess it.
To sum up, you think I have sexuality and repressed psychopathic issues, am interested in guys a little too old for me. Weird how you were the guy I once had a crush on (the underline is to emphasise the past tense). And Now the blog turns scandalous.
Cheers,
Blogger 1
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