Sunday, 1 February 2015
Happiness
Saturday, 31 January 2015
Never Give-up!
Thursday, 26 December 2013
Cruelty
Tuesday, 15 November 2011
Inspiration...
Monday, 14 November 2011
Wishing by my Prince Charming...

Thursday, 5 August 2010
Wish Upon and Dream Wisely...
Thursday, 29 July 2010
'Crush' - Jennifer Paige

Here goes... one of my favourite songs!
Ahh, crush, ahhh
I see ya blowin' me a kiss
It doesn't take a scientist
To understand what's going on baby
If you see something in my eye
Let's not over analyze
Don't go too deep with it baby
So let it be what it'll be
Don't make a fuss and get crazy over you and me
Here's what I'll do
I'll play loose
Run like we have a day with destiny
It's just a little crush (crush)
Not like I faint every time we touch
It's just some little thing (crush)
Not like everything I do depends on you
Sha-la-la-la, Sha-la-la-la
It's raising my adrenaline
You're banging on a heart of tin
Please don't make too much of it baby
You say the word "forevermore"
That's not what I'm looking for
All I can commit to is "maybe"
So let it be what it'll be
Don't make a fuss and get crazy over you and me
Here's what I'll do
I'll pay loose
Run like we have a day with destiny
It's just a little crush (crush)
Not like I faint every time we touch
It's just some little thing (crush)
Not like everything I do depends on you
Sha-la-la-la, Sha-la-la-la
Vanilla skies (vanilla skies)
White picket fences in your eyes
A vision of you and me
It's just a little crush (crush)
Not like I faint every time we touch
It's just some little thing (crush)
Not like everything I do depends on you
Sha-la-la-la
Not like I faint every time we touch
It's just some little thing
Not like everything I do depends on you
Sha-la-la-la
Not like I faint every time we touch
It's just some little thing
Not like everything I do
Depends on you
Sunday, 25 July 2010
Shoe Crazy...
Catching up with the on-going Trend...
Thursday, 22 July 2010
Creativity…

Human; in nature are each different from one another. Every human being is unique in her own line of attack…
Creativity is something that is inborn with every human, yet creativity is defined in various ways by individuals. Creativity should be woken up, taken outside and discovered instead of leaving it to rest in peace or sleep, rot badly inside our brains!
Interest for Art, Music, Photography, Literature plus other artistic related stuff comes from the creativity instinctive with us. I believe creativity gets awakened by inspirations… An inspiration to do something! Inspirations may come from a person or something we see… or maybe even the situation can be inspiring for a person to do something!
Right now, in my mind; there are lots and lots of stuff I wish to do to develop my creativity… Wanting so badly to go home and do make-up on my little cousin sis and take some portraits of her, take pictures of all the cute collections of mine, start drawing up like old times and designing costumes, write poetry… ugh… all my favourite pastime activities some few years back! My inspiration to advance my talent just occurred due my boredom, damn!
Wednesday, 21 July 2010
Disguise…
Disguise… it is something people do… although, not very often!
A disguise is to change the appearance so as to conceal the identity. It sometimes is to cover up the truth or the actual character. A person can disguise herself very easily with the help of a veil! Veils or masks are coverings as of cloth or an alternative material that entirely or partly conceals the face… enabling to disguise easily!
There are people who are capable of making a disguise even without the usage of a mask… it is the disguise of character, their personality! These people disguise their characters by hiding the wrongful doings and presenting a sweet, gentle and humbling character in front of others. They are the so-called double-faced people.
To their misfortune, those who execute good are capable of unveiling their evilness!
Morale: It is always thoughtful to leave the people who don’t do any harm, unharmed…
Future...

After growing up, we only realize there never was a time where things would have been so calm, so smooth. Its just as kids we are unaware of the things that happen around us and are unable to predict our future....
Future is that 'one' simple yet strong word that alarms us to be prepared, that the worst is yet to come and it might happen in just split seconds!
We all must always be prepared that there may not be a tomorrow to wake up to... We must always make the maximum of the today that we live in; as there may never be a tomorrow!
Its high time that we all face the reality, and accept all the facts... Future is unpredictable!
Monday, 30 June 2008
Storyteller’s Twisted Tale…

The story goes as follows:
.........Long Long ago… deep down in the forest lives a little girl and her mother. Every day mother goes out for work leaving the girl alone at home. Since they live isolated from the people, they don’t have any neighbours to look after the girl until her mother returns home. And there lived a big tiger in the forest… in a tree just near their home. The tiger is keen to eat the little girl up. So he knocks on the door and waits outside till she opens. But mother has told the girl not to open the door unless it’s her mother. So she doesn’t open the door. She says she won’t open the door; she opens only for her mother. So this tiger thought he must learn her mother’s voice. The tiger knocks on the door and speaks up but the girl is clever that she knew it was not her mother. The same day she told her mother what happened, when she returned from work. Her mother got a very good idea, she told the girl to tell the tiger that come home tomorrow, and she’ll fry up a goat head and keep for him and told the tiger that it tastes wonderful. Tiger is very excited about this fried goat head. Next morning her mother buys a BIG IRON BALL from the market and cooks it till very hot. Mother pretends she has gone for work and gets back in the house without seeing to the tiger. The tiger imitates the mother’s voice and calls to open the door. Then the girl opens the door and the tiger opens his mouth to eat the fried goat head and the mother puts the BIG HOT IRON BALL into the tiger’s mouth and he cries to death…
Umm… well that is the story in short… does anyone want to know what I said that day at the recording…
I said, that the mother cooked a BIG RUBBER BALL and put it in the tiger’s mouth! "Dhen e rabaru Boalha kakkafa tiger ge anga ah lee yo..."Just imagine a rubber ball will melt before it got cooked… and its a joke... I made a big fool out of myself!
But I suppose that’s a good twist to the original story… hehe… *blush* *blush*
Thursday, 27 March 2008
100 Kisses...
Dear Sweet Heart,
I can't send my salary this month, so I am sending 100 kisses.
Your Hubby
The wife replied after some days to her husband:
Dearest Hubby,
Thanks for your 100 kisses, I am sending the expenses details.
1. Milk man was agreed on 2 kisses
2. Teacher agreed on 7 kisses
3. Our house owner is coming every day and taking two or three kisses of mine.
4. Vegetable and food shop keeper was not agreeing with kisses only, so I have given some other items to him.........
5. Others 40 kisses.
Please don't worry for me, I have balance 35 kisses and I hope I can complete this month.
Shall I plan same way for next months, Please advise?????????
Your Sweet Heart
Monday, 11 February 2008
Wasted Days...
This is the continuation from the previous part posted on 06th November 2007.
Things started to change in my life bit by bit. I completely fell for him. I adored every single movement he made. Never knew why I treasured him so much despite he had all I disliked in a guy. Yet, I totally gave my entire life to him. Spent happy times and gathered special memories.
I believed he had something special to me, though he never expressed his feelings for me. He showed an extraordinary care for me which got me blinded by into his magic.
I kept hearing rumors about my prince, but never believed them. They were horrible and hard to consider as he was an absolutely different person where I see.
We had a delicate relationship. It grew strong one moment and weak the other. But it never changed what I felt for him a fragment. Sometimes, rage made me feel I hate him more than anything else in this world but inside I felt he is everything for me… It took ages for me to discover the real him. He wasn’t the pleasant guy I thought he was. I was seeing what I only wanted to see. He was one cruel son, whose mother would be ashamed of. His charms kept fooling girls who fell for him. I am one innocent girl who got carried away by the teenage lust and got hurt, while the convict enjoyed every bit of his life. He was a real player who knew how to entrap girls in his charisma. By the time he realizes that he is at fault, it might be too late.
Friday, 1 February 2008
Return with new hopes....
Friday, 16 November 2007
βůttәяfĿy Fever...
Butterfly, Butterfly, fly so free.
Butterfly, Butterfly, land on me!
Butterfly, Butterfly, reach the sky,
Butterfly, Butterfly, say good-bye!

I'm a little Butterfly, l have wings,
I fly around and see all things.
When l see a flower that looks great, I call out to all of my mates.
Friday, 9 November 2007
Missed Your Birthday...

Oh yeah, I bet you did, when I called you at midnight you were having a Ketchup shower... hehe!

(¯`•. Ðëđǐ¢åŧëđ Ŧő My ÐåяĿing Buđđy Ŀim .•´¯)
Tuesday, 6 November 2007
Wasted Days...
It was the most beautiful days of my life, my high school days. One ordinary afternoon while I was sitting at the front bench right before the lecturer as I always did, a masculine guy walked in. I froze at his glimpse… was speechless! Briefly introducing… he smiled; I was totally lost into his dreamy eyes, muscular figure and manly posture. Maybe it was the most dramatic moment of my life. The air molecules surrounding me stopped its movement. (Well, this is just a little bit too exaggerating but I’m trying to visualize the scene!) I was taken back to the reality after his magical touch, as he shook hands with me. He was the hottest guy I had ever met till then. The whole day, his face was all over my mind. But, I had my heartbroken that I completely forgot his name. Tried to make out what he said. It sounded pretty familiar, yet had no luck recalling it back.
Days went by. This mystery guy was out of my mind once and for all, as I never met him ever after. Well, at least for the moment, that’s what I thought. “Slightly, he managed to fade away from my delusion”.
School’s annual talent show was the next big event upcoming. It was the night of audition, for the play. I was nervous and as cold as a fish. Butterflies were flying freely all over my tummy. I went off to show my talent hoping that I get selected for the role I was auditioning in our Russian play. While I was waiting for my turn to be auditioned my best pal called me for a chat outside the audition room. I went to him. Two other guys were waiting for me with him. The prince charming that I just ended daydreaming about was right in front of my eyes.
To be continued…
Monday, 5 November 2007
Reflection...
