I am 22 years old. Took a while, but hey managed to make it there. April is one of my favorite months on the loony english calender. My dearest ones celebrate their birthdays in this month. (december is mine)SO, yea, a toast to their long lives and good health and hey, i should never lose them.
Yes, for all you avid readers. I ve been mapped t a project (FINALYY!)...so no respite from work. I am not allowed to discuss the details!(its confidential!)
Been having a good time this week. Sun's shining (a bit too hard tho!)...i am stinking and god forbid...am working!!
Wish the good times never ended...ah a touch here, a kiss there..hmmm...i shouldn't watch any more of those chick-fliques...I swear they do things to you.Its like an overdose which just overwhelms you so much that it makes you sick.
Been reading a book called "Difficult daughters" by manju kapur. A cartload of difficult shit. PRE-partition India. A dorky married professor with melodramatic views about lust and oxford degree who's crazy about Viramati - a simple no good worthless being who does nothing but fuss and worry and probably abort her babies.And also, she happens t have a really orthodox, dutiful doting family and the rest of is it romantic rut...but wonderful language tho.
Signing off, keep you postd.
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if ur previous post was not meant to show how vetti u r. this one surely does.
Details on the project, pronto. You can kill me when we meet next.
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