I'm Good.

No Not in the sense of Goodness or so. Its just that, I've been posting sort of exceptionally emo stuff on my blog and though people identify with it, I realize that this is only the sick-rose me who's like counting another year without a valentine or anything related to love and allthat.

Yes, er... frustration I guess. Its a bit like gas. Its sort of uncomfortable around your chest, but once you've belched it out, it gets better, though your stomach hurts a bit afterwards.

Umm. Bad image.

Change topic.

A big heart. I heart one big heart shaped chocolate that I saw today when I was out with Sandy. Ooh. Big chocolate.

Yes I am fishing for chocs.

Ah, and I am leaving for a Vacation. Because I need some time to recover from all that has been going on till now.

Oh dear Lord... YES!!! I am. Finally.

And with someone I love.

YesYESyesYesYES!!!!

Oh yes.

Its going to be cold there. And there shall be booze.

Peep's boycotting V-day.

I would not do that if I were her. I would not. Its just not fair to not give the old saint a chance. I shall so do something crazy this year. And I would not mind doing that, too.

People have random crushes on other people all around me. Ah! Love is in the air.

Or in people's heart at least.

I wrote this poem a year ago. It was pretty er... but I guess I have the time to waste and because its my blog, I can do anything... and if someone does not like the way I write he/she can just click the mouse on the x and be off.

I'll wipe the pages clean

And start afresh.

No more of mismatched lines

Where the rhythm shall miss

The flow.


Therefore I'll be a bubbling brook

Flowing where life should go...

And this pen and paper

Are too narrow to stop me.

I shall go beyond the words

And my meaning will show

Through something more than

The mere words that trap me.