Bicth who wants to get rich

.....I don't give 2 fucks to you, sweetheart.

The life-stampede

there’s still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
there’s still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
it’s still a little hard to say what's going on

there’s still a little bit of your ghost your witness
there’s still a little bit of your face i haven't kissed
you step a little closer each day
that I can´t say what´s going on

stones taught me to fly
love, it taught me to lie
life, it taught me to die
so it's not hard to fall
when you float like a cannonball

there’s still a little bit of your song in my ear
there’s still a little bit of your words i long to hear
you step a little closer to me
so close that I can´t see what´s going on

stones taught me to fly
love taught me to lie
life taught me to die
'cos its not hard to fall,
and I don't want to scare her
its not hard to fall
and i don't want to lose
its not hard to grow
when you know that you just don't know

stones taught me to fly
love taught me to lie
life taught me to die
so its not hard to fall
when you float like a cannon.

stones taught me to fly
love taught me to cry
so come on courage, teach me to be shy
'cos its not hard to fall,
when you float like a cannon

Them men

Who made up all the rules
We follow them like fools
Believe them to be true
Don't care to think them through

And I'm sorry so sorry
I'm sorry it's like this
I'm sorry so sorry
I'm sorry we do this

And it's ironic too
Coz what we tend to do
Is act on what they say
And then it is that way

And I'm sorry so sorry
I'm sorry it's like this
I'm sorry so sorry
I'm sorry we do this

Who are they
And where are they
And how can they possibly
know all this
Who are they
And where are they
And how can they possibly
know all this

Do you see what I see
Why do we live like this
Is it because it's true
that ignorance is bliss

Who are they
And where are they
And how do they
know all this
And I'm sorry so sorry
I'm sorry it's like this

Do you see what I see
Why do we live like this
Is it because it's true
that ignorance is bliss

And who are they
And where are they
And how can they
know all this
And I'm sorry so sorry
I'm sorry we do this

Dee-vine

& when we kiss
its divine
and its like
im kissing the father of my unborn babies.

Dishum

Like a gift from the heavens
It was easy to tell
It was love from above that could save me from hell
He had fire in his soul
It was easy to see
How the devil himself could be pulled out of me

I deserve a place in Madame Tussauds... not in anyone's heart..

According to this blogroll
I am telling myself that and hope that the un-sanya-like being in me would completely fade away tonight.
2008 has changed me in a variety of ways
i want to emphasize on every little aspect tonight that has been altered.
For starters, I have changed immensely, physically- I have started opening my hair because I have straight hair NOW. And somehow, I am hating myself to have given in to the conventional concepts of beauty in this world.

I have altered so quickly at that- from an absolutely intellectually stimulated bird to the kinds who probably would soon forget the spelling of intellectual.

I have reached my goal weight, which according to last years resolutions was a die-hard and to-die-for thing, but I still feel so unwanted and someone who hasn't really achieved anything.

Over the past few days, I have been contradicting myself IMMENSELY. Whatever the fuck I say is the complete opposite of what I actually do put to practice. Now, that really pisses me off bout myself, because I was the kind of a person who had clear cut ideas and full-proof back up plans.

I remember wearing baggy pants, putting loads of men's deo and wearing a loose half-sleeve t shirt with my hair tied up not so long ago. I did all that, never really to prove how cool I was, but just for defying the conventional conceptions of beauty and attractiveness. But I see myself wearimg girly tops, painting my nails and my face at times .. I realise I am no longer the ''rebel'.

I have also ended up giving high stature's to people in my life- and keeping them at a stature way above my own ego and pride. I want to undo that. Shivani, remember I told you it aint possible to un-love?.. well., I will make it happen: I WILL CONTRADICT MYSELF, one last time.


also, priority no. 1 : mom-dad.







& then, they came with swords and thorns and tried to expel the real me from the being I was... & then you came, and rescued me from the clutches and paws of the looters... and let them take what was the other part in the being apart from the 'real me'....