Not every day in life is bad. It’s at times either worse or worst.
March 14, 2008 was also one such worse day, might be the worst morning also. I am seriously fed of this Railway crossing. I am seriously pissed off. Every single person who passes through that place knows that it’s a place where you face the ultimate test of patience. I always loose my control when I sit in the bus and find myself stuck up in that dirty shitty traffic. The commotion, smoke in the air, all these are a constant citing, but one would wonder whether there are really so many two wheelers on road. One will start hating all the people who live on earth, or at least who are there at that time. The bike fellows squeeze themselves in to nowhere. The trucks are not able to move. The other side of the road is completely messed up with all sorts of vehicles cuddled.
The funniest of the situation is the one in which, you wait for the train, for a long time, only to find just an engine pass by driving you crazy. Why the hell did I come in this bus, yaaar!!!
You end up cursing the whole railway system from the driver to the minister himself, Mr. Laloo Prasad Yadav. This shows the height of frustration.
I often pity the co-travelers for their lack of road sense, mainly common sense. More importantly, the urgency to get there first. Restraint, is one thing which can never be expected of them.
The moment you reach the other end of the crossing, you feel this hell lot of relief within yourself. It’s a kind of perfect bliss.
I admire the amazing driving ability of the BMTC bus drivers. Of late, I have felt their job to be one of the most adventurous. They have to do a load of circus with the huge bus and get all the people safely to their homes. They even serve as the real life examples of the theory of Darwin—Survival of the Fittest.
They rest their life on road, based on the principles like:
Only the smartest of the driver’s can survive on Bangalore roads (not just here, everywhere the situation is the same!!!)
No single space to drag your vehicles should be unused.
One should not allow other vehicle’s to capitalize at any point of their travel.
The lesser the distance maintained between the vehicles, the lesser is the chance for others to capitalize, more the chance of you yourself to move ahead and of course, cause accidents alsoJ
Big trucks and buses should be given their due respect lest they shall show their might in a very awful way.
These are just a few of them. God knows what the rest would be.
The saddest part of all these experiences is that, after many of this kind happen in life, you tend to live with it. That’s bad. You start accepting it as a bitter truth of life and stop bothering. There lies the problem. We no longer react and there we lose.
These are cases where we should react, to the world, to act more sensibly and make life easier for other’s also.
The railway crosses which once drove you crazy no longer affect you. The plight is no longer seen. The inner self admits that you cannot help it. You just transform yourself to that common man with more of emotions and less of actionsL
At least I wanted to be different. Even though I cannot be that sensible TCS guy who managed to control the dirty mess the other day at the railway cross, even though I cannot transform myself into a traffic police inspector, I can write…..
And so, I am writing this, and I am sure that makes a difference.
That’s because I know that not many write about all this. So, here I stand apart, with my words speaking louder than many other’s actions (the hope is still thereJ)
Radhee Krishna
Monday, March 17, 2008
Friday, March 14, 2008
IT’S PAINFUL TO BE BEAUTIFUL
Life’s a battle field, many say. But I never thought that battles of this sort can also be fought. Fought harder, even!!!
Yes, I am talking about my battle with myself!! Sounds fishy, spooky or whatever??
This was a battle to make me beautiful…..
Of course the protagonist of this entire drama was me…Radhee Krishna, a rather not that concerned a female about her self, forget her beauty.
The director, script writer, producer (very very important role!!!) and else everything was Ashwini K.P…..who is a very good person who likes Radhee (the protagonist) that she wants her to be BEAUTIFUL…..
The whole beautifooooooooool stuff turns out to be a very cool and painful (indeed!!..dats what I am concentrating here upon!!!). here’s the drama unfolded.
SCENE: 1
2.00pm: Friday:7-03-2008
Ash: Radhee..shall we go for your MAKEOVER today????
Radhee: But kp..you told that we would go tomorrow!!! I have loads of work today ya…
Ash: ok, try to complete it early, if you finish early, then we shall go?? What do you say…fine rite..i have something tomorrow dats y!!
Radhee: ok, I shall try, but I don’t think I will be able to…anyways…will try..
In the meantime, I even think of not going for the makeover at all. Chances where there that if I miss today, as she is busy the next two days, and the makeover might not happen at all!!!! HeheheeJ
But, nothing of that sort happened. Even though I had not done with any of my work, I was sitting there in the 5.15 bus with her.
My mind had made up with the whole idea of getting MADEOVER. Somehow, kp managed to take me, that’s the truth….she’s smart…ahah
So, we get down the bus, walk all the way to Beijing Chinas, the Saloon where I would have my makeover. On my way, I saw a BMW also…
So here goes Beijing Chinas:--------
There were two cheeni girls there. One of them were doing a pedicure for a lady, the other was doing something else. Don’t know what that was!!!! this certainly shows that I am poor in this entire thing….of being beautiful…and becoming one!!!
And the battle began with the chinkies. I had asked kp to give a disclaimer to those people that I am completely new to this and since it’s the first time, there might be repulsive tendencies seen from my part. There’s a chance of me, even not able to withstand the pain induced by the processes.
So the disclaimer held , they first started with my eyebrows. I should say one thing here that, the reason why I haven’t ever tried even, to make an entry into a beauty parlor is that, I always thought of myself as beautiful “ENOUGH”. Seriously, I mean it. But why now, that’s a question…Yes why now??? Simply because, it was KP’s gift and I dint want to disappoint her. She was (and is!!) my closest friend colleague. And I knew that all her concerns were very much genuine and sincere.
I had a very sentimental attachment with my eye-brows for that matter. Sounds funny, but its true. People can have sentimental attachment to their eyebrows and all as they have with their doggies(I mean pets, pens, books and so like..). it was due to the fact that, my thicker eyebrows attributed its good shape to the rather strenuous efforts of my dad when I was a small kid. He used to do my makeup for school as mom was away with work. All the while I had preserved its shape just because of that. But the make over was changing it (hopefully for the better!!!)
Kp had warned me that plucking eyebrows would be painful for the first time. Later we will get used to it, she said. Later ki bath tho later hain ( I thought!! let me do this for first time, then I might not even do it @ all!!!)
Thanks for the warnings---kp!!! I had thought of it to be very scary, but in the end it was not that painful too. Yeah!!! I had won the first battle….i was happy, but unfortunate though, I dint find any difference in myself. I consoled myself that there were many more things to come. Hopefully, there would a difference!!! After all, I had come for a makeover right.
Then they did a haircut. I would not say that I had a sentimental attachment to my hair also. That’s bullshit. I dint have any. I wanted a hair cut, badly. In the name of makeover, in fact I just wanted a haircut to be done….but all the other stuff…was like muft..!!! ek lo…ek muft!!! Anyways, when I reached home and narrated the whole hungama that had happened that day, I understood that my mom had sentiments for my hair….hehehhe;)
Now that the hair cut was also done, what followed was the most embarrassing procedure of hand waxing. They make you wear that weird gown and they do the normal waxing of applying some powder followed by some hot fluid kind off a thing. They keep a paper on the applied area and pull it off. Ooof, it seems so easy, but the pain it causes. Its bad. Again came the consolation comment from kp and also the chinki who was doing it, it will pain for the first time, but you will get used to it. My mind was flooded with JUST the thought that IT’S PAINFUL TO BE BEAUTIFUL!!!!! (in the meantime the pedicure lady wishes me HAPPY BIRTHDAY…that was certainly sweet of her…!!..was that a consolation prize???????? From GOD???)
After this makeover of mine, whenever I see all this ads which pictures beautiful gorgeous women, I realize how much pain they underwent to be so. At that instant, I happily accepted the fact that, natural beauty itself is good. At least its not of a self-inflicted pain!!!!
Yes, I am talking about my battle with myself!! Sounds fishy, spooky or whatever??
This was a battle to make me beautiful…..
Of course the protagonist of this entire drama was me…Radhee Krishna, a rather not that concerned a female about her self, forget her beauty.
The director, script writer, producer (very very important role!!!) and else everything was Ashwini K.P…..who is a very good person who likes Radhee (the protagonist) that she wants her to be BEAUTIFUL…..
The whole beautifooooooooool stuff turns out to be a very cool and painful (indeed!!..dats what I am concentrating here upon!!!). here’s the drama unfolded.
SCENE: 1
2.00pm: Friday:7-03-2008
Ash: Radhee..shall we go for your MAKEOVER today????
Radhee: But kp..you told that we would go tomorrow!!! I have loads of work today ya…
Ash: ok, try to complete it early, if you finish early, then we shall go?? What do you say…fine rite..i have something tomorrow dats y!!
Radhee: ok, I shall try, but I don’t think I will be able to…anyways…will try..
In the meantime, I even think of not going for the makeover at all. Chances where there that if I miss today, as she is busy the next two days, and the makeover might not happen at all!!!! HeheheeJ
But, nothing of that sort happened. Even though I had not done with any of my work, I was sitting there in the 5.15 bus with her.
My mind had made up with the whole idea of getting MADEOVER. Somehow, kp managed to take me, that’s the truth….she’s smart…ahah
So, we get down the bus, walk all the way to Beijing Chinas, the Saloon where I would have my makeover. On my way, I saw a BMW also…
So here goes Beijing Chinas:--------
There were two cheeni girls there. One of them were doing a pedicure for a lady, the other was doing something else. Don’t know what that was!!!! this certainly shows that I am poor in this entire thing….of being beautiful…and becoming one!!!
And the battle began with the chinkies. I had asked kp to give a disclaimer to those people that I am completely new to this and since it’s the first time, there might be repulsive tendencies seen from my part. There’s a chance of me, even not able to withstand the pain induced by the processes.
So the disclaimer held , they first started with my eyebrows. I should say one thing here that, the reason why I haven’t ever tried even, to make an entry into a beauty parlor is that, I always thought of myself as beautiful “ENOUGH”. Seriously, I mean it. But why now, that’s a question…Yes why now??? Simply because, it was KP’s gift and I dint want to disappoint her. She was (and is!!) my closest friend colleague. And I knew that all her concerns were very much genuine and sincere.
I had a very sentimental attachment with my eye-brows for that matter. Sounds funny, but its true. People can have sentimental attachment to their eyebrows and all as they have with their doggies(I mean pets, pens, books and so like..). it was due to the fact that, my thicker eyebrows attributed its good shape to the rather strenuous efforts of my dad when I was a small kid. He used to do my makeup for school as mom was away with work. All the while I had preserved its shape just because of that. But the make over was changing it (hopefully for the better!!!)
Kp had warned me that plucking eyebrows would be painful for the first time. Later we will get used to it, she said. Later ki bath tho later hain ( I thought!! let me do this for first time, then I might not even do it @ all!!!)
Thanks for the warnings---kp!!! I had thought of it to be very scary, but in the end it was not that painful too. Yeah!!! I had won the first battle….i was happy, but unfortunate though, I dint find any difference in myself. I consoled myself that there were many more things to come. Hopefully, there would a difference!!! After all, I had come for a makeover right.
Then they did a haircut. I would not say that I had a sentimental attachment to my hair also. That’s bullshit. I dint have any. I wanted a hair cut, badly. In the name of makeover, in fact I just wanted a haircut to be done….but all the other stuff…was like muft..!!! ek lo…ek muft!!! Anyways, when I reached home and narrated the whole hungama that had happened that day, I understood that my mom had sentiments for my hair….hehehhe;)
Now that the hair cut was also done, what followed was the most embarrassing procedure of hand waxing. They make you wear that weird gown and they do the normal waxing of applying some powder followed by some hot fluid kind off a thing. They keep a paper on the applied area and pull it off. Ooof, it seems so easy, but the pain it causes. Its bad. Again came the consolation comment from kp and also the chinki who was doing it, it will pain for the first time, but you will get used to it. My mind was flooded with JUST the thought that IT’S PAINFUL TO BE BEAUTIFUL!!!!! (in the meantime the pedicure lady wishes me HAPPY BIRTHDAY…that was certainly sweet of her…!!..was that a consolation prize???????? From GOD???)
After this makeover of mine, whenever I see all this ads which pictures beautiful gorgeous women, I realize how much pain they underwent to be so. At that instant, I happily accepted the fact that, natural beauty itself is good. At least its not of a self-inflicted pain!!!!
Monday, March 3, 2008
Understanding Mom's....
I AM AN ONLY DAUGHTER
I AM AN ONLY CHILD TOO.....
For the past 10 years, i have stayed in Cochin, Trivandrum and now in Bangalore.
Cochin for School, Trivandrum for College and Bangalore for Work matters.
There is one thing which is common to all these cities. MOM's!!!!
Be it any city, urban or rural...of late i have understood that mom's are the very same.They have similar concerns and they behave very much ALIKE...!!!
No, i am not generalising Mother's altogether. NO...I AM NOT!!
The people under consideration here are the Mothers whom i have seen, met, talked to and ofcourse lived with....
I have already mentioned that, i am now in Bangalore.Here, i stay as a Paying Guest(P.G) the famous acronym..popular in the software world.yes, i am here, working as a Software Engineer(!!!!!) ...leave all that.
I am here, not to talk about myself, but none other than Mom's.
Before discussing on that matter, let us move through a small, very small story.
The protoginists in this story are a nine year old girl and her mother. The girl is walking back from her school to home.She doesn't want to reach home at all.she's walking unusually slow for that reason.Guess why?
what better reason should a nine year old have? other that her exam marks!!!
very true, she has got het Hindi marks sheet, the greatest disaster hapepned to her 50/100(D grade.OMG)...i m gonna get beaten like hell...she thought..back at home...and she was scared about none other than her mom!!!
of course, she got beaten like hell...dats Past now...
every now and then, comments about not dressing up well, not putting a bigger bindi..not doing that...not doing this..being bad in studies...not concentrating... kept on coming...and she got fed up of all that.
but even she moved on, thank god, even she was able to make it in the Boards pretty well...and she moved to a different place...for college..away..from home.!!!
how many more 50/100 happened in her life after that, she dint care anymore. but one thing has changed, she wasn't scared anymore...about her MOM... she had started loving her Mom, maybe because she complained less and advised more...(as she's was away...and at college too...!!!)
even after her college....there were compulsions of asking her to not do that, dont go for this...instead do this...dis would be better and stuff.....but she had her mind made up for work...and she again..went away..from her MOM...
this is none other than my story.back then,i always, used to think about amma(MOM...) as a very...very very CRUEL mother.although i was a her only daughter and her only child too...(this is quite important i guess!!)..i never used to enjoy any advantages...
there is a popular misconception that single children are spoiled brats!!!...but...for me...forget being spoiled..i was not even pampered for even a continuous 5 minute time...i even started believing it to be intentional from my parents....!!!
but after moving to college, thinks changed.....to be true...
Hostels are places where you get to see a lot of people...from different backgrounds, cultures and obviously from different parts of the state and country...
i made out that all mothers are the same....but not that obvious too, until i reached Bangalore, started living as a PG in my distant realtive's home....and closely observing the aunty there...
even she was a mother..of two children. even she had a daughter(only daughter) and her son was away with work...
that made matters pretty much like at my home...the way she quarelled, the way she used to get hurt and disappointed.....i started realising something....how hard its to be a mother!!!
As every single day passed by....
I started understanding my AMMA..(a.k.a MOM)
I understood that she was just being my thoroughly caring, loving mother.
SHE WAS JUST BEING HERSELF...WHAT SHE IS SUPPOSED TO BE...
TO ME....
and i just love her for what she's.......:)
I AM AN ONLY CHILD TOO.....
For the past 10 years, i have stayed in Cochin, Trivandrum and now in Bangalore.
Cochin for School, Trivandrum for College and Bangalore for Work matters.
There is one thing which is common to all these cities. MOM's!!!!
Be it any city, urban or rural...of late i have understood that mom's are the very same.They have similar concerns and they behave very much ALIKE...!!!
No, i am not generalising Mother's altogether. NO...I AM NOT!!
The people under consideration here are the Mothers whom i have seen, met, talked to and ofcourse lived with....
I have already mentioned that, i am now in Bangalore.Here, i stay as a Paying Guest(P.G) the famous acronym..popular in the software world.yes, i am here, working as a Software Engineer(!!!!!) ...leave all that.
I am here, not to talk about myself, but none other than Mom's.
Before discussing on that matter, let us move through a small, very small story.
The protoginists in this story are a nine year old girl and her mother. The girl is walking back from her school to home.She doesn't want to reach home at all.she's walking unusually slow for that reason.Guess why?
what better reason should a nine year old have? other that her exam marks!!!
very true, she has got het Hindi marks sheet, the greatest disaster hapepned to her 50/100(D grade.OMG)...i m gonna get beaten like hell...she thought..back at home...and she was scared about none other than her mom!!!
of course, she got beaten like hell...dats Past now...
every now and then, comments about not dressing up well, not putting a bigger bindi..not doing that...not doing this..being bad in studies...not concentrating... kept on coming...and she got fed up of all that.
but even she moved on, thank god, even she was able to make it in the Boards pretty well...and she moved to a different place...for college..away..from home.!!!
how many more 50/100 happened in her life after that, she dint care anymore. but one thing has changed, she wasn't scared anymore...about her MOM... she had started loving her Mom, maybe because she complained less and advised more...(as she's was away...and at college too...!!!)
even after her college....there were compulsions of asking her to not do that, dont go for this...instead do this...dis would be better and stuff.....but she had her mind made up for work...and she again..went away..from her MOM...
this is none other than my story.back then,i always, used to think about amma(MOM...) as a very...very very CRUEL mother.although i was a her only daughter and her only child too...(this is quite important i guess!!)..i never used to enjoy any advantages...
there is a popular misconception that single children are spoiled brats!!!...but...for me...forget being spoiled..i was not even pampered for even a continuous 5 minute time...i even started believing it to be intentional from my parents....!!!
but after moving to college, thinks changed.....to be true...
Hostels are places where you get to see a lot of people...from different backgrounds, cultures and obviously from different parts of the state and country...
i made out that all mothers are the same....but not that obvious too, until i reached Bangalore, started living as a PG in my distant realtive's home....and closely observing the aunty there...
even she was a mother..of two children. even she had a daughter(only daughter) and her son was away with work...
that made matters pretty much like at my home...the way she quarelled, the way she used to get hurt and disappointed.....i started realising something....how hard its to be a mother!!!
As every single day passed by....
I started understanding my AMMA..(a.k.a MOM)
I understood that she was just being my thoroughly caring, loving mother.
SHE WAS JUST BEING HERSELF...WHAT SHE IS SUPPOSED TO BE...
TO ME....
and i just love her for what she's.......:)
Complicated
i was just reading that article which tells abt the wonderful episode in which Mr.brad Hogg is reportedly accused of calling Indian Test n One day captians...bas***s...
what a great way of getting over with it men...
he is supposed to hav called dada also dat name..but dada being smart enough and not passive like d other guys in d team, retorted bak with...much better...f**k o**...hehhe..
dats sounds cool...dada knows hw to handle situations like dis...he wud say.."i hav seen dis funda a lot in ma life...nothin new ppl.."
i alwz thought dat rahul dravid wud b a better captian dan dada...ya...i believed so...
i ws a great fan of dada's captaincy n all....but hated his aggressiveness..
i m also a very aggresive person,personally....and i hate dat trait of mine.
so, i din want him to be dat aggressive.but...who am i...to want???
its in dat respect dat i favoured dravid.
but he, resulted a bit more passive than expected,he dint even show the necessary aggression at times and lacked the sense of wat u call, do or die approach towards d game.
i was also startled by the way he gave up the captaincy.that was not at all "OF HIS TYPE",i felt.
but,dada gav tit 4 tat to Hogg,dats d point...and wen hogg wen on to malice the other 2, Indian Team suddenly feels bad and lodge a complaint.
nw....Australians are busy thinkin of a way to get over it.
n guess wat their point is, hogg did the very same thin to three ppl....since 1 din complain....the others also need not...atleast (they shud not....y do just 2 ppl of a team have a problem and the other one don't...cool analogy....if anythin happens....team shud b a team...dey shud do d same things...in d same way....!!!! IT SEEMS... as per the Australian mantra.they are the real Team)
hahaha..dis s not a joke.....dats d way dey wer breaking their heads on it(THE AUSTRALIANS)....to derive such a complicated solution...to a very simple problem!!!
wat disheartens me,is dat dey dint even think of a settlement....thank god,Indian Team has.!!.....Kudos...anil..
what a great way of getting over with it men...
he is supposed to hav called dada also dat name..but dada being smart enough and not passive like d other guys in d team, retorted bak with...much better...f**k o**...hehhe..
dats sounds cool...dada knows hw to handle situations like dis...he wud say.."i hav seen dis funda a lot in ma life...nothin new ppl.."
i alwz thought dat rahul dravid wud b a better captian dan dada...ya...i believed so...
i ws a great fan of dada's captaincy n all....but hated his aggressiveness..
i m also a very aggresive person,personally....and i hate dat trait of mine.
so, i din want him to be dat aggressive.but...who am i...to want???
its in dat respect dat i favoured dravid.
but he, resulted a bit more passive than expected,he dint even show the necessary aggression at times and lacked the sense of wat u call, do or die approach towards d game.
i was also startled by the way he gave up the captaincy.that was not at all "OF HIS TYPE",i felt.
but,dada gav tit 4 tat to Hogg,dats d point...and wen hogg wen on to malice the other 2, Indian Team suddenly feels bad and lodge a complaint.
nw....Australians are busy thinkin of a way to get over it.
n guess wat their point is, hogg did the very same thin to three ppl....since 1 din complain....the others also need not...atleast (they shud not....y do just 2 ppl of a team have a problem and the other one don't...cool analogy....if anythin happens....team shud b a team...dey shud do d same things...in d same way....!!!! IT SEEMS... as per the Australian mantra.they are the real Team)
hahaha..dis s not a joke.....dats d way dey wer breaking their heads on it(THE AUSTRALIANS)....to derive such a complicated solution...to a very simple problem!!!
wat disheartens me,is dat dey dint even think of a settlement....thank god,Indian Team has.!!.....Kudos...anil..
Bday Funda
written on Dec19th 2007 11.32am
there was dis very storng desire in me 2 write somethin. don kno y?
but....this s pretty usual dese days.....n frequent too...so....taut will pen down watever i feel
not literally penning down...typin instead....
its amit's n valsan's bday....
have alwz wondered as 2 y s bdays soooo special...
d reasons put by shashi tharoor in his article on his bday...they were thought provoking.
yes dey were...it showed us a side...which no1 wud have dwelled upon....
its ur MOM who deserves all d credit on ur BDAY...n NOT U>>>YAAR
yes...dats very much true...right...yes..dats wat atleast i feel...
but wat i wanna say is dat....y r bdays celebrated @ALL???????
u wer born on some day.....some 22 years bak....!!!!
y s dat day remembered with soooo happiness.....
isnt it 4 d others to decide...whether its worth remembering!!!!?????
ISN'T IT????
mayb...its dis way round....ur bday is a special day 4 u....to make urself happy....atleast
once in a year......it can b that way also...yaya...
may b forefathers were tired of all d hardships which dey had during their time...
and they wanted somethin to cheer about...once in a while...n dat became ur BDAY>>>
a very good reason to be celebrated and genuine in ur case too.......mayb...dat mite b d reason!!!!!!
anyways....my bday is d day...when i want all dose ppl who kno me 2 wish me....
give me a load of gifts.....n make me happy...n feel good....
ya...its true....i m my FAV.....alwz...n its good to treat u,urself....alwz....(not just once in a while...but alwzzzzzz:) !!!!!:)
its not a matter of being proud abt yourself, but being what u r!!! and most importantly loving u as a person
URSELF......
i have found dat it helps one a lot.....u smile all d while.....as ur sooo happy...
n i look soooo good when i smile......!!!!
so the ultimate reason to all dese stuff is to LOOK GOOD!!!!!!!hehhe...strange:)
there was dis very storng desire in me 2 write somethin. don kno y?
but....this s pretty usual dese days.....n frequent too...so....taut will pen down watever i feel
not literally penning down...typin instead....
its amit's n valsan's bday....
have alwz wondered as 2 y s bdays soooo special...
d reasons put by shashi tharoor in his article on his bday...they were thought provoking.
yes dey were...it showed us a side...which no1 wud have dwelled upon....
its ur MOM who deserves all d credit on ur BDAY...n NOT U>>>YAAR
yes...dats very much true...right...yes..dats wat atleast i feel...
but wat i wanna say is dat....y r bdays celebrated @ALL???????
u wer born on some day.....some 22 years bak....!!!!
y s dat day remembered with soooo happiness.....
isnt it 4 d others to decide...whether its worth remembering!!!!?????
ISN'T IT????
mayb...its dis way round....ur bday is a special day 4 u....to make urself happy....atleast
once in a year......it can b that way also...yaya...
may b forefathers were tired of all d hardships which dey had during their time...
and they wanted somethin to cheer about...once in a while...n dat became ur BDAY>>>
a very good reason to be celebrated and genuine in ur case too.......mayb...dat mite b d reason!!!!!!
anyways....my bday is d day...when i want all dose ppl who kno me 2 wish me....
give me a load of gifts.....n make me happy...n feel good....
ya...its true....i m my FAV.....alwz...n its good to treat u,urself....alwz....(not just once in a while...but alwzzzzzz:) !!!!!:)
its not a matter of being proud abt yourself, but being what u r!!! and most importantly loving u as a person
URSELF......
i have found dat it helps one a lot.....u smile all d while.....as ur sooo happy...
n i look soooo good when i smile......!!!!
so the ultimate reason to all dese stuff is to LOOK GOOD!!!!!!!hehhe...strange:)
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