JOKES OF THE WEEK:

Q) Why did George Bush had the gujju beaten?
A) The gujju told George Bush "You are an IMPOTENT man"

Q) Why won't the gujju jeweler sell anything to the UP ka bhayiya?
A) The bhayiya kept giving gujju a bunch of hair each time the gujju
asked for KESH.

Q) What will a Gujju tell a tomato, coming last in a tomato race?
(in case of one)
A) Tomato KETCHUP.

Q) Why did the gujju go to Rome ?
A) He wanted to listen to POPE music.

Q) Why did the gujju go to London?
A) To see BIG BEHN.

Q) What did the Gujju mean when he said, "Ramesh no dikro STATES ma
gayon" ?
A) Ramesh's son failed in statistics...

Q) Why was the gujju stacking up 1 cent coins on the day before exams ?
A) He wanted to get "cent-par-cent" .

Q) What did the Gujju have in the morning?
A) LIGHT SNAKES for breakfast.

Q) What did the Gujju say to the singing prostitute?
A) You are going from BED To VERSE.

Q) Why did the gujjus take 50 paise when they went to watch "GANDHI"?
A) They read Atten( 8 annas)-bourough in the credits.

Q) Why did the gujju think Gandhi was acted by a woman in "GANDHI"?
A) They read Ben( behn) Kingsley did the acting.
."

More pictures! malaysian nite...and diwali get together! well, more to come when i have the time! till then, good nite!

ending of the show...

diwali dinner at priyas place

i know im gonna be killed for this, but i love this picture with anam..i dont know why ( it was supposed to be a model pose..really!)

with kinjalk, the shaved sardar (wanna be :P) hahaha

nachle sitare (dancing stars) i had loads of fun performing the bhangra with you guys!

the latest indian night. went with utra, kinjalk and samir. i dont know if the show was fun, but we 4 surely did have a lot of fun snapping photos! and a note for kinjalk, the backdrop and the tickets that you designed was breathtaking!!!!

Kinjalk swelled with pride with his designed backdrop...aww we're so proud of u! hahah

with abang jay...sweet as always! malaysians in kursk! vote for him!!

With utra, my roomate

with sameer wazir

by kinjalk rai

Ahhh, after a long time im blogging. Well, this entry is just to show people that I’m not dead yet. It’s enthralling that I didn’t blog for so long, I dint even read the comments left here. Well, actually I was so tied up with school, and since my finals are like in 2 weeks, I’m really busy studying and trying to collect all my zachuts ahead of time.

Anyhow, I’m not blogging because I'm frustrated. I’m blogging because I’m so contented with my life right now. Everything’s perfect. All in order. Quiet and nice. And I’m loving every single moment of my life, from school to dinner, from Mondays to Sundays. Perfect

I was sitting and thinking about how my life was all these years. Wicked I must say. I actually stupidly permitted myself to be friends with people who don’t worth even a cent to me into my life. My wonderful handsome life.

I went thru a few peoples profile on friendster today. People who did matter to me once. I noticed pictures in their profiles. Pictures that I took. Pictures where I made them look nice. But my pictures were absent. People who came later in their life were there. But I was absent. And I laughed, because there was once, when I had an account on friendster, I swamped my albums with their photos. Hahaha, absurdity they say has no limits.

I deleted my account because I don’t have time. And I won’t have time. Don’t have the time to entertain messages or friend request.

Past years were hard. Very exhausting. Very testing. But now, it’s totally the opposite. Electrifying yet quiet. I love it. I love waking up every morning and staring at the sun. I love to sit by my window and watch the sunset, with the rays on my face. I love watching the moon playing hide and seek. Beautiful.

I haven’t shed a tear for a long time. I told kinjalk and samir today when they came over for our regular dinner. We went silent for a while. Then 4 of us laughed our heads off to utra and her jokes. Dinner has always been exciting. We update each other on all the horrid stories that happened in class, about patients we met, about busses and fares, about the price of tomatoes and about well, the latest food poisoning from JOM MAKAN MAKAN lol

The simple rule is to ignore those who wouldn’t cry for you. Who wouldn’t stand by your side? Who will walk away when you’re in deep shit.And love those who only matters to you. Care for those who will stand by you no matter what, and would bring out the best in you, not the worst. Who will look at you and say, it’s ok; everything’s going to be alright. I’m blessed with a amazing supportive family, a lovely roommate who doesn’t care if I were to snore so loud or had to wake up in a shock when I scream because of muscle cramps, blessed with wonderful friends who wont be bothered if I had to open my doors in my facial mask and I’m blessed to have a love so true whom soothes my troubles all away and makes my troubles disappear. What else do I need? I’m blessed indeed.

no offence to the non-indians kie!


Please take a moment and read this.
Pretty Deep!
Thumbs up to this Indian man.
Enjoy.
It seems that an article was written to Sister 2 Sister magazine by A Caucasian woman who requested a response from Indian men. I'm so glad She got what she asked for (and more)!!!

She wrote:

Dear Jamie I'm sorry but I would like to challenge some of your Indian male readers.I am a White female who is engaged to a Indian male-good-looking,educated and loving. I just don't understand a lot of Indian female's attitudes about our relationship. My man decided he wanted me because the pickings amongst Indian women were slim to none. As he said they were either too fat, too loud, too mean, too argumentative, too needy,too materialistic or carrying too much excess baggage.Before I became engaged, whenever I went out I was constantly Approached by Indian men, willing to wine and dine me and give me the world.

If Indian women are so up in arms about us being with their men, why don't they look at themselves and make some changes.I am tired of the dirty looks I get and snide remarks when we're out in public. I would like to hear from some Indian men about why we are so appealing and coveted by them.

Bryant Gumbel left his wife of 26 years for one of us. CharlesBarkley, Scottie Pippen, the model Tyson Beckford, Montell Williams, QuincyJones, James Earl Jones, Harry Belafonte, SydneyPoitier, Kofi Anan,Cuba Gooding Jr., Don Cornelius , Berry Gordy, BillyBlanks, WesleySnipes...I could go on and on. But, right now, I'm a little angry and that is Why I wrote this so hurriedly. Don't be mad with us,White women,Because so many of your men want us. Get your acts together and learn from us And we may lead you to treat your men better.

If I'm wrong, Indian men,Let me know.Thanx-Disgusted White Girl, Somewhere in VA!!!!


RESPONSE

Dear Jamie:

I would like to respond to the letter written by A Disgusted WhiteGirl. Let me start by saying that I am a 28-year old Indian man. I Graduated from one of the most prestigious universities in Atlanta , GeorgiaWith a Bachelor of Arts Degree in BusinessManagement. I have a good job at A major corporation and have recently purchased a house. So, I Consider myself to be among the ranks of successful Indian men.I will not use my precious time to slander white people. I just want to set the record straight of why Indian men date white women. Back in the day, one of the biggest reasons why Indian mendated white women was because they were considered easy.

The Indian girls in my neighborhood were raised in strict homes. They were very strict about when they lost their virginity and who they lost it to. Because of our mpatience to wait, brothers would look for someone who would give it up easy without too much hassle. So, they turned to the white girls. Nowadays, in my opinion, a lot of brothers date white women because they are docile and easy to control.

A lot of Indian men, because of insecurities, fears, and overall weaknesses, have become intimidated by the strength of our Indian women. We are afraid that our woman will be more successful than us,make more money than us, drive nicer cars and own bigger houses.Because of this fear, many Indian men look for a more docile woman. Someone We can control.I have talked to numerous Indian men and they continuously comment on howeasy it is to control and walk over their white women.I just want to set the record straight.

I want A Disgusted White Girl to know that not all successful Indian men date white women.Brothers like Ahmad Rashad, Denzel Washington,Michael Jordan,Morris Chestnut, Will Smith, Blair Underwood, Kenneth "Babyface" Edmonds ,Samuel L. Jackson, and Chris Rock all married strongblack/Indian women And, to flip the script, there are numerous whitemen, in and out of the spotlight, who openly or secretly desire Indian women over white women.Ted Danson, Robert DeNiro, and David Bowie to name afew.

I just don'tWant a "Disgusted White girl" to be misinformed, Stop thinking that Because you are white that you are some type of goddess.

Remember, when Indian Egyptian Queens like Hatsepshut and Nitorcriswere ruling Dynasties and armies of men in Egypt , you were over in the caves of Europe eating raw meat and beating each other over the head with clubs.

Read yourhistory!

It was the Indian woman that taught you how to cook and season yourfood.
It was the Indian woman that taught you how to raise your children.
It was Indian women who were breast feeding and raising your babies during slavery.
It is the Indian woman that had to endure watching their fathers,husbands, and children beaten, killed, and thrown in jail.

INDIAN women were born with two strikes against them: being Indian and being a woman. And, through all this, Still TheyRise!

It is becauseof the Indian women's strength, elegance, power, love and beauty that I could never date anyone except my Indian Queen. It is not just the outer beauty that captivates and draws me to them.It is not the fact that they come in all shapes,sizes, colors and shades that I love them. Their inner beauty is what I find most appealing about Indian women.

Their strong spirit,loving and nurturing souls, their integrity, their ability to overcome great obstacles,their willingness to stand for what they believe in,and their determination to succeed and reach their highest potential while enduring greatpain and suffering is why I have fallen in love with Indian women.

I honestly believe that your anger is geared more toward jealousy And envy more so than snotty looks. If this were not so, then why do you continuously go to tanning salons to darken yourskin? If you are so proud to be white, then why don't you just be happy with your paleskin? Why do you continue to inject your lips, hips, and breasts withunnatural and dangerous substances so you can look fuller and more voluptuous?I think that your anger is really a result of you wanting to hav e What the Indian woman has...

BOTTOM LINE:

If I were looking for a docile woman,someone I can Walk over and control, I would give you a call. But,unfortunately, I am looking for a Virtuous Woman. Someone that can be a good wife and mother to my children. Someone who can be my bestfriend and understands my struggles. I am looking for a soul mate. I am looking for a sister and; unfortunately, you do not and CANNOT fit the bill.No offense taken, none given.Signed, Indian RoyaltyWow!! Please pass this on to all the INDIANQUEENS ....and INDIAN KINGS Be proud of your women... ..... Appreciate theirgreatness.......!!!!

tired...really tired...

First I looked around my room, not nice. Then I looked at my bed, broken. Then I saw my curtain, half down. Then I stared at my ceiling, cobwebs. Then I took a lipstick, wrong shade. Then I took my mascara, too much volume. Then I tried the eyeshadow, daring. Then I took the brush, too brittle. Then I threw all one side, all scattered


Then I wore a perfume, too strong. I took escada, too girlish. Then I tried givency, too irresistible. Then I tried pink floyd, perfect.


Then I took my boots, too high. Then I took my shoes, too thin. Then I wore my socks, too small. Then I stared at my feet, too ugly. Then I looked higher, needs waxing. Then I threw all aside, lobby dirty.


Then I washed my face, too harsh. Then I scrubbed my face, too rough. Then I applied toner, felt cool.


Then I jumped to bed, too cozy. Then I closed my eyes, too dark. Then I stared at the ceiling, too bright. Then I switched off the lights, now too sleepy to continue.


Hahahahaha, just so super bored!!!!! and super excited.


Firstly, Egypt tour booked. Time to showoff. 8 days 7 nights on a beach front. Lotsa water, wanna go snorkeling, but I think I’ll still drown lol. Seagull beach resort, that’s the place we gonna stay. Gonna kiss the sun hello and smile at the sunsets.then off to Moscow and then st.petersburg and finally Finland then back to kursk lol


Gonna roll from one end of the beach to the other.


Gonna soak in the pool like a very very parched hippo( and dehydrated)


Gonna sleep now 

a very confusing poem..by a very sleepy maha lol...most probably only a few might understand


That very hand that reached you..
Reached me once and scared me too,
I screamed and shouted but in vain,
That hands hurt me left me in pain..

Don’t be scared I would easily say,
Cause that hands cant hurt you more than me,
Sometimes I fight, sometimes I lay
I sit and wait till his game he play

Don’t be scared my sugar so sweet,
Im here to see how far he’ll retreat
One day that hands shall roam the streets,
Then we’ll smile and throw a treat

My sleepless nights, my eyes so sore
My daily routine out to bore,
My eye ogling, staring at shore
Blink blink it goes, but not much more

Mind stagnant, I smell so bad,
But that hands keeps coming out to grab,
Oh I see you too don’t worry or be sad
But I choose to pretend that hand to brag

This is annoying me, my sleepless nights
I wish I could tuck up and sleep so tight
But that hands is annoying, slapping me on right
Waking me up to put on a fight

for manjit...for sharing ur very short life with me..and for guiding me all these while...ur presence felt..to let u know that ur not forgotten...



A LOVE LOST
November 17th, 2003
Bindiya Kaur Dhaliwal


Shivering,trembling and all alone,
My life sings a song that was never known,
My love snatched away, why I don't know,
Leaving me lost, hurt and shown...
My world collapsed as I see him lay..
In a coffin where he will stay,
Blue and pale,his soft lips say,
No more kisses he shall sway...
Goodbye my love for now and forever,
I will love you now and ending at never,
You took not only my love but my life whatsoever,
I'm left here alone with no saviour..
i watched them place you deep inside,
Into the earth you shall reside,
Rest in peace and angels be your side,
Be with me and never hide....
A red rose for you,
For my love so true,
Remember I love you,
And will forever do...
I reached home this time all alone,
But suddenly I saw you by my side,
This time i know you will never go,
You promised to be all along.,......

Well lets see, the topic today would be Malaysian girls. Somehow I think everyone here knows about the circumstances of Malaysian girls. And so yes, we get the same name as all Malaysian girls gets.

See, if you ask any sri lankan or an Indian, this is the thing they would say about Malaysian girls. CHEAP. Well, I can’t really quarrel with them because there are some girls who goes down, and I mean way down to disgrace them self. And because of that, every Malaysian girl is known as THE CHEAP GIRL. So people, yeah, thanks a lot

Like let’s see, when today I went to nicks room to get their coursework so that I could submit it in a group to the teacher tomorrow, a young fellow student came into the room. And right before that I had an interesting topic with taral, and while I was joking with taral, this young student actually said, yeah, only a Malaysian girl would come to a room with guys, an Indian girl would never do it.

Well, I got affronted, just woke up and left. I mean dude! My class, we have only 2 girls and the rest are guys! And I was collecting assignments! What’s your problem?

You think your Indian girls are perfect! Try googling the net,you’ll find tons of Indian porn but so few Malaysian porn!. So yeah, go screw a tree! Like I care. Stop thinking like an ass. We’re supposed to be medical students from all over the world under one roof remember, what you come from a holy town is it!

Somehow, Malaysian girls are intrepid to show who the hell they are! And im proud that they are not pretending. But the Indian, believe me, the things they do at the back is far worst that what you actually see. So quit judging us.

If a girl dresses up in a mini skirt that does not mean that she’s a bitch! She might be the sweetest person with lots of culture instilled in her and she was just flaunting her body because she just felt like it! So quit judging dude!

Try looking at the muck on your shoulder instead of finding faults on the others. Every individual is different. Never judge them as a whole. It wouldn’t be nice if I go around saying that Indian guys are mofos rite!

So yeah, frustrated because I had a rough day. And it’s just a damn Sunday. I’m trying my best to actually finish and wrap my semester but things keep popping up.

Don’t judge. It was rather impertinent but its not that the boys dint stand up for me. Its just not right how statements was passed around.

Urgh people and their nonsense. Its frustrating when you try to make a point. Sometimes I feel they should decriminalize killing. No talk, just shoot..bam bam dead!

okie..charity time...those in moscow or anywhere around russian,if ur free...try this place

http://www.christmasbash.blogspot.com/

our serious day out...no i mean..serious class...from 8-3 plus electives after class..dude..therapy is killing! no time to smile...

hahahahahaa bunch of bullshit la...we were so tired of laughing..so decided to get a little serious..but this pic is good...kumaran, nick,me and selva...

extremely busy...no time to contact anyone nor blog..so pardon me...shifting this week...passed exams..preparing for finals...anything call me..till then bye

You know sometimes when I laugh too much, I tend to stop after a while, because each time im really happy, laughing my head of something bad happens. Like today. I was laughing so much in infectious class, I dint think of stopping.

Well firstly, I was annoyed with Kaka because what he did was so childish. I mean, I still don’t understand what was the commotion for. Dint make sense.

So maybe because I was annoyed and dint want to spoilt my mood, I was passing jokes around and well, everyone seemed really happy till selva asked me why im that happy. He didn’t know I was pissed I guess

So, I came home and left to the bus stop to take a marshoot ( a van like bus) to my peads class. And when I found the right marshoot, I opened and was getting in when the driver told me to get out. I asked why and he said just leave. But there was one empty seat there, so I asked him why again. And he said you’re a foreigner (inastrani, idi idi) that’s what he said. So I raised my voice and I said im paying equally as much and just got into the marshoot.

So when I was reaching the hospital, I told him to stop, and as we got nearer I realized that he was on the other lane, so I said na detskaya balnitsa pashalusta ( childrens hospital please) and he just kept driving pass the hospital. A few ladies in the van told him to stop for me but he pretended. He only stopped like a km away from the hospital, by the highway. I mean, its like a huge highway and crossing it was really hard. And when he stopped, I told him that I asked to stop at the childrens hospital, and he pretended. So I got down, closed the door, but the door dint close well, so I opened it and closed it harder and started walking.

I walked around 100m and was so deep in my thought on how to cross the road when suddenly someone grabbed me from the back by my collar. My winter jacket practically went up to my throat. I turned and saw the driver standing there. Well, I was shit scared because you see, it’s the highway, and anything happens, no one is going to stop. Believe me, the last time I almost got kidnapped where I was pulled into a car while walking, no one helped. People say im stupid, but at that time I really don’t know how I had the brains to open the other side door and run out.

So any how, as I was saying, I was scared. But I remained cool, and asked him what he wants. And you know what he said? He said I broke his door!!!!! I was like wtf, how did I break the door. And he said come, follow me, I’ll show you. Somehow, I felt I dint have to go with him, so I refused to move. And we started arguing. This was the time; I wished I knew every word in Russian. And when I asked why he dint stop, he said it was his country. I told him I paid the money for the fare so whats the big deal and he kept calling me a suka. (go goggle that). Don’t know why, people these days seems to look at me as that lol.

He kept saying this is Russia like the Russians say it ЕМА РОССЙЯ! So, I told him, yes, I know its Russia but im not going to pay for something I did not break. He raised his hands to hit me. Then, with my balls in my throat, I told him that if he dared do it, I’ll really go to the police. And when he put his hands down, I invited him to go to the police with me. And somehow, he refused and just asked me where I studied and left.

Weird shit man! Mofo Russians still hates foreigners. But its much better now. Tomorrow, im going back to the same place to find the chopstick that I used today. It dropped and I dint look for it.

Somehow, the fear is still in me. I was just so tired today, I couldn’t even think what to say. From class, straight to oncology department, and then to peads. I need sleep but im insomniac nowadays. Thanks to the stupid meds that im taking, I have some stupid allergive reaction on my face!

Right, and everyones life is bad? Except mine! Right! But im smilling…cause when the sun shine, we’ll shine together, I actually forgot the song..ermm

Everyone’s in the mood of diwali. Teebah and utra was baking cakes. And me? I did nothing except made garlands for my altar. Well, at least there’s something im good at. But its not that nice la. But I made it with a sincere heart so I guess god understands right

Im too tired and drowsy. Till then people, have a wonderful diwali! Celebrate like there’s no tomorrow, cause hey, maybe you wont see one next year! Mean, I know…but believe me, you know the chances of it right…so chill! Have fun…drink more beer, save more water! Right!

Happy diwali god bless!

being yourself.

You see, most people who have failed in an undertaking or a task given, don’t like what they see when they look in the mirror. Especially the younger generation, I must say. What people forget is that as long as you live, you’ll be making mistakes now and then rite, and when you do its just natural for you not to like your face in the mirror, not to like your little self. Been there la

What I do when I get to this point is I always rise above my little self. I rise above mistakes and misfortunes of yesterday. And I try to reach my big self. Ok. Im big, but I do feel small at times. Im just trying to reach my bigger self. You get me

See, people are mistake makers but we forget that they are also mistake breakers. To me my big self would be the ability to accept myself when I make mistakes. I look at myself in the mirror with a cute kind eye and realize that im bigger than any error or blunder, any misfortunes, any heartache. I accept my weakness and stand on my feet during such crisis. I try to make my yesterday to be a lesson of today

If you don’t like who u are, you’ll ruin yourself. Stop living with this hang up, because only you alone can choose to either dislike or like what you are.

I remember a poem from victor Hugo called WINGS. One of my favorites

Be like a bird that
Pausing in its flight a while
On boughs too light
Feels them give way
Yet sings!
Knowing she hath wings…

Do I have wings! I DO! My wings are my faith and believing in my self.. and im soaring high to my destination…what kind of bird I am? I don’t know…can I reach my destination? Of course I can…,

Watch me…just watch me fly…spreading my wings…soaring high…into the sky!

Holy crap…am I 26 of 62 years old! hahahahha

i was actually paying attention in class...hmmmmmm
priya and prashant in iskra..


Somehow im too lazy to actually write anything really long here. Constipation of brains, name it. Haha. Just that im kind of sure of what im doing now, and my tropical biology is killing me. 50 pages to memorize a day are absurd! Yeah oxana if you’re reading this, YOU”RE ABSURD!

Sleepless night! Yeah rite. I slept too much that I missed class today. But it was worth it. My sleep is somehow more important.

Im happy. Actually sincerely pleased. I don’t know why. Just happy. Im moving soon. Found a lovely room. See, im the only one who lives in a different hostel. All my other classmates lives in 5th hostel. This would give me a chance to get closer to them. Yeah

Taral made me laugh hysterically today. He said save water, drink beer. I looked at him and burst out laughing. I kind of like the noise pollution in kakas room. Maybe because my unit is really quiet. 8 gujus together can sometimes drive you crazy but my hindi is really picking up. I mean the moment I step into their room, my English button is switched off lol

Well that’s all. Im just bored, but happy. Take care chiou

This is driving me nuts. Im losing my sleep. Losing my sanity. What the hell did I ever do to you for deserving a slap every day at 3 am!

Where do I go and emit my frustration? If only any one could comprehend what im trying to say…

Did I wrong you? what revenge do you have? Why deprive me of my beauty sleep? Why the hell hurt me?

Enough of apprehension for the other part of the world. Now you?

Do you even have a name?
Do I even know you?
Why me?..

Cause im feeble?

I need my fucking sleep. Why can’t you have fun with like let’s say the girl who lives above my floor or below me?

You broke my favorite vase! Do you even know how much that cost me. well, ok, dint cost me anything but it was a diwali gift.

I hate you because you’re driving me nuts. Two hours to almost zilch sleep is driving me up the wall.

Stop it. Just stop it. I have a very weak heart. Now! Stop knocking my fucking door. I know it was you last night also. Stop it.

arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Well let’s see. Today’s theme would be lessons. Lessons of life that im going to teach a few people. So that they really regret what they did. Cause you persecuted me too

See, if I reply nicely, I get dozen of harsh words. If I don’t reply, it means im ignoring and the assumptions go on.

Im really fed up. When I said ok, it means im giving hopes. When I say no and im a bitch? Common la wei, I mean you can go all out and tell people that you have found your soul mate and behind the back without people knowing you tend to abuse. All I said was sleep well. And you started it..

Yeah tell your mom to find you a nice Indian girl who will give you some allegiance. Oh, don’t forget she has to be pretty too, at least your children’s would be something to look at. Ouch! If you’re itching to get married, go ahead. Want to have kids, go ahead. Cause today baby, I had enough. Lesson begins well, lets say right now

Dancing to ones music. Listening to words. I have grown dear, much more than you have thought. When the tunes go smoothly and the violin string snaps, you replace it don’t you. As for me, when my violin string snaps, I just toss the violin one side. Which reminds me, I should be continuing my classes. Sheesh

You wronged me this time. Threatening me? of all the person? Baby, you messed up again, yet again!

Time to really change my number. Time to pull up my socks and kick asses. Time to be that woman I used to know. Thanks for reminding me how much I have lost myself.

Tu roshan karengi is pariwar ka naam! Heard that line today. But I was denied the line too. Said I was wrong. Said they were wrong. About me. Will prove to them too. That im not that unworthy. One mistake? And im unworthy? Cool. Dint know these things existed in the 21st century.

Im not going to live my life for any of you anymore. Cause you wronged me too. Wronged me too much. Trust expired. Truth prevailed remember. You know the truth and you cant hide from it. Digest it.

I’ll give you what you want. But after that, im leaving. Then the world would be my oyster. Cause you wronged me. Wronged me too much.

Time to live a very very transparent life. but too bad, you’re not gonna watch me live it, cause by the time you realize how much I worth, it’ll be too late 

Good bye old mate. Maybe its forever. And dear, if you get married, I wish u all the happiness in life, but you’re dead inside. Knock you dead soul, wake it up and taste life as it goes. To see me again? I won’t cross your path. Cause I had enough of your shadow.

To the others, don’t teach me how to live my life. Cause I had it. Time to lets say go fishing? Nope. I hate fishing. Takes too much time. Actually I hate fishes. Maybe I’ll set a radar. And hire someone to fish. Raw salmons. Smoked salmons. Delicious. Hahahaha
Time to wear my skirt and kick some asses. Lets say, I’ll start from ahhhhhhhhh found my bitch! Hahahahaha
Till then

taken today morning, dont ya think i have that certain stern figure that says becareful of that mama! hahahaha
view out of my window two days ago
another one from my room window. i like the way the yellow mixes with the green...awesome
in a park near my hostel, near radisheva, the way the maple leaves lined themselves are lovely. if ur into photography, u'll like this
who ever said my nokia is bad has to take it back after seeing this picture. the park was breathtaking sky was clear blue and the leaves...ahhhhhh