

well yesterday i was browsing around just looking around at the blog templates and got bit attached to one of them. the current one is really dark and i cant take it anymore!! i really want to change it...but its a bit of a hassle....but i realy want to soo....might go for it..later on.
just loving the whole light water colour effect, i think it reflects alot on my own personality and what i am about, and what i was up to for the last 4 years!!!!
omg this is just heavanly !!! LOL
hes hot.fit and so damn finee. :D
CRISTIANO RONALDO thats why theres love. serious love dear
ok so now im exciting myself ,with the largest twist planned for the novel which will take it on a new road altogether and my india experiences nicely configured to be written up.!!!! aaahhahaha im excited/ ...i think as soon as i open the word document it releases some kind of power from within it and captures the writer in me to write write write until...i cannot anymore..and even then write.
and all this excitement is making me dreadfully hungry!
this is what made Year 11 worth studying. the novel worth writing and life worth living.

before i hardly thought aobut it. as soon as i saw the desktop i knew i could acess the internet.. now.....grr..i have to make a good few trips back downstairs to sort the router out. and the thing is that i physically cant sort it out, it does it by itself .all hell.
hmm. now the black sari event in edging ever closer and my mother who decided the border to the sari was not good enough has take a mammoth task in the "restoration" of the entire sari!!! so shes doing that..its looking pretty good tohugh so im getting excited to wear it aswell. also because its black and whereas before i was having major tantrums over wearing black im looking foreward to it...probably cus of all the sequins and diamonds and pearls and glitter.!! yipee. ...
and yesterdays 3am i mean this mornings 3am sleep.....gosh i shouldnt have done that. its like having a non alchoholic hangover. ive had a horrid headache and had a short nap too which hasnt fixed anything...
i need to go shoping. new shirt and trousers required for prizegiving which is next thursday..so back to college for the evening! which im also looking foreward to cus college was a good place in the end.
i very much agree to this and also the sacking of mr queiroz, i dont think hes helping out at all.
and yesterday i was watching some music channel ...and came across this starts of stupid and not liking it all that much but i like the chorus so..for that.
for which ever song ...
just loving the bass on my pc speakers /..laptops cant live up to the bass that the amplifier on my pc gives. its amazing. its goes through the entire house! haha..
not into this guy all that much either but one listens ok though..hm
standing at the window, tuned in to cidade fm, lisbon, portugal. i looked out as far as my eye could see at the blueness of the river, the way it sparkled and glimmered. the way the buildings reflected the sunlight, the way the cars crossed the bridge.......july /august 2007/ probably the best six weeks i spent living in lisbon ..and even remebereing it makes my hand shake now out of emotion that threats to spill.

momentary lapse of love
Hoti zara chahat sada hi sarphiri
Aankhon se ho aankhon pe ye jadugari
હોતી ઝારા ચાહત સદા હી સર્ફીરી
આંખો સે હો આંખો પે યે જાદુગરી
WHY DID YOU DO IT CRISTIANO ?!!!
WHY WHY WHY
today im intent on making this public that im really annoyed, shocked and left absolutely devastated that my role model has made his private life in to a joke!!!
WHY and as it happend i feel as though im drifting further and further away from him.i lived in the shodow of your love but that love seems to have evaporated away in to the air to leave me in the brash light of society...alone and wondering.
feeling like i cannot trust anyone.
my minds saying fuckin' hell why the fuck did you do it, you stupid asshole. has yourm ind been washed, dryed and ironed by the money that i think that you cannt even count up to... it wasnt bloody necessary!!! but its not appropriate language to write and i wouldnt write it ...
a little sick and tired of all this mental war thats raging on mutely. i seem to come in and out of a permanent state of dream, is what im living a reality or dream. for i think , over think, expect and when i realise it hasnt happened ...im in to the real reality not my dream reality.
this holiday which has never been a holiday but a mental torture in total isolation is beggining to get over stretched over run and doing nothing is getting to a limit now..i want to go to school i want to go to college. i want to talk to and yet i dont seem to be able to do anything.
i want to cry, i want to let some important statements be made public [though i dont think i have the guts to do so]...its as if im locked up in a tired, sleepy weary body, i need to get my life quite practically as i dont have one now.
still discovering though...some how it send me back to my childhood and those market fairs we used to go to..aveiro, nazare, beija and all thos places...good times, old time, beloved time.
im not giving up, im not giving up on love.
nothing else matter, its just the two of us.....
i said im not giving up im not giving up on us....
reminds me of back home , i keep hoping that one day i to can cruise the riverside, the long empty stretches of road in lisbon in some kind of chic convertable sports car with the wind going through my hair, undulating it...i dream of such a day to come.
your eyes have been permanently fixated within the walls of my memory..
i once submerged my heart in the pools of your eyes, its seems to plunge deeper and deeper
yes the content and stability of the heart are forever more removed.