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Then I'll die just for you… 
You know, my sister actually physically smacks me SO hard when I even mention my death… EVEN if it's just as a joke… oh gosh, I can still feel the pain of that idiot's pinches…
Quote:Quote:hehe like a spanish girl, that sounds exciting!
WHAT? Do you like a spanish girl??
I am confused!!hahahahahaha!! aww!! hahahahah!!
Whitney Houston is a GODDESS. LOVE her.
LOL people always seem to have mixed views about Mariah Carey… I think she has an absolutely angelic voice.
I think it might just be my laptop speakers after all.. hahahaha…
I dunno. She has SUCH a bholi si surat, I absolutely adore looking at her… soooo sweet. Arre wah…. Shreya Ghoshal has a BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL singing voice… I'm NO expert on singing, but I just feel like there's something missing from her voice, though? I don't know…
I mean, she's no Mariah Carey or Whitney Houston and I know they are different genres to compare, but you know what I mean?
I mean – Whitney and Mariah.. I CANNOT for the life of me find their voices ANYTHING less than perfect, but… meh… is it just I need to get attuned to her singing voice? Normal
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Tayba –
you don't run to escape from yourself. I've tried that – it ain't possible.
Momentary distractions make you THINK you're escaping yourself but when you lie
on your back (or are you a side person like me? lol.) to fall asleep, you
realise your demons have not gone anywhere… the darkness of the night may be clouded
by the sunshine of the day, but when the sun sets, you will find the darkness
has never in fact gone anywhere.One
consolation is that this is YOUR (when I say you, I mean one in general, not
just talking about you Tabz… cos I was thinking this to myself yesterday as I
was walking down the street on the way to the library) life, and YOU have made
it this way, so YOU have only YOURSELF to blame if things go wrong. I have
always said to myself – and this is true of my parents' parenting, how I have been
brought up – that *I* want to make MY own mistakes and learn from them
MYSELF… *I* MYSELF have always said, “I don't want to regret doing or
not doing anything in my life”… my parents – though pillars of guidance
– are there, but I create my own pillars (as I'm sure you guys very well know
by now ahem ahem… hahahaha) – I “create my own life”, as much as is
possible within the fiscal and societal constraints… and it just seems so… hypocritical
sometimes, of me, to sigh and grunt and moan about the way my life has turned
out. I even told my parents – oh God it makes me *shudder* with shame just to
think of it now, because I know how wrong it was of me to say it, even though
it was said half in jest – that I blamed them for not guiding me when things
were going wrong. A couple of days later, I had this thought. I realised – damn
it Boo, you have NO ONE to blame but yourself, girl. You knew what you were
getting into when you fell in love with this man, you knew what you were
getting into when you aimed for the stars you couldn't reach, you knew what you
were getting into – the ridiculous amount of hard work that is NEEDED damn it –
to survive and succeed, you knew what you were getting into when you were being
lazy… I knew it. I knew it all.And while
it's easy to shine and blossom when success comes your way… come the moment
of failure and all you (one) can think of is the pain of the failureand how
much it hurts and how this and how that… when it’s equally important to
embrace and ACCEPT the pain and the failure and the depression, as it is to
live and aI am feeling sooooooooooooooooooooo uplifted and freeeeeeeeeee and HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY because I am just so incredibly hopelessly in LOVE AND ADORATION of my beauuuuuuuuuuutiful country… and I just feel so much…. damn joy just being a part of my country………… I can't explain this feeling – love for your family is one thing, love for your friends another, love for your job another, love for your lover something entirely different…. and love for your country? How do you define that? How do you trap it in words? How do you quantify it in thoughts? I can't… I don't even have the words to express how damn fond I am of my country. I love it I love it I love it… the feeling comes from within – the warmth from the heart and the delirious joy from my tummy (you know what I mean?)…. I just adore it. She's my mother, my source of comfort, my home, my soul, my heart…. It is a part of my living breathing soul and I am not exclaiming that I love it (I can never find words enough to exclaim that), I am exclaiming about the joy *I* feel from loving my country so much!! I can't explain it… this warmth.. this excitement… this.. feeling of pride… this madness… AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No country is perfect – and trust me I am the first one to whine and moan and complain and do-nothing-about-it (as every good citizen does… lol) about my country, and I can b.itch about its state for hours on end – but at the end of the day, I believe from the goddamn bottom of my heart, that my country is beyond words explaining its beauty. Not saying other countries aren't, and heavens only know what a c.rap.hole my country is – but it is still so freaking wonderful and I am in awe and admiration and adoration of her. She's beautiful. I truly do consider her my mother – she has always been there for me when I needed her, ALWAYS had her arms open wide and in her seemingly infinite wisdom, ALWAYS managed to comfort me and soothe me… I love my country so much and the joy I feel at KNOWING I love my country so much is just so, so, SO damn wonderful I had to 'let my feelings out'.
I AM SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OVERCOME WITH JOY RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Man, I'm SO “excited” right now that I almost feel tempted to screw this Mystery Woman thing and reveal my identity just so I can scream it from the rooftops (er, forum-green-wall-tops) how happy I am!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!! I love my country!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Main yahaan hoooon bacha…
………… that's how we met though jaan.
In our own little clueless worlds… Knuckles = me, How… = TaybaHow quick the sun can drop
away, and now my bitter hands cradle broken glass. says:oh u wana talk typos
woman?! GO TO THE LET UR FEELINGS OUT THREADKnuckles: Tumhe paa kar
zamane bhar se rishta tod denge hum… <3 says:yep
please go there
How quick the sun can drop
away, and now my bitter hands cradle broken glass. says:oh damnit. why are u being
so smug for?*friends moment.
rachel/chandler, pheobe's wedding* “Wait… I know why I'm being such an
ass, but why are you?”Knuckles: Tumhe paa kar
zamane bhar se rishta tod denge hum… <3 says:HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHA
“itS self”??!!
i don't remember that in friends
omg
my knowledge is dying!
:'9
How quick the sun can drop
away, and now my bitter hands cradle broken glass. says:I KNEW U WUD HIGHLIGHT THAT
REVISE FRIENDS!
Knuckles: Tumhe paa kar
zamane bhar se rishta tod denge hum… <3 says:have u seen the woh lamhe video?
it's beautiful
How quick the sun can drop
away, and now my bitter hands cradle broken glass. says:hmmm
Knuckles: Tumhe paa kar
zamane bhar se rishta tod denge hum… <3 says:a bit po.rnog.raphic
How quick the sun can drop
away, and now my bitter hands cradle broken glass. says:i cant remember
LMBO
Knuckles: Tumhe paa kar
zamane bhar se rishta tod denge hum… <3 says:but beautiful
lol
How quick the sun can drop
away, and now my bitter hands cradle broken glass. says:is that why its beautifuk?
Knuckles: Tumhe paa kar
zamane bhar se rishta tod denge hum… <3 says:LMAO!
How quick the sun can drop
away, and now my bitter hands cradle broken glass. says:LMBO
BEAUTIFUL
NOT BEAUTYFUK
Knuckles: Tumhe paa kar
zamane bhar se rishta tod denge hum… <3 says:i am a pervert, not a horny whore!!!
this is sooo going on the forum
can it?
How quick the sun can drop
away, and now my bitter hands cradle broken glass. says:LMBOOO
HAHAHHA YES
Knuckles: Tumhe paa kar
zamane bhar se rishta tod denge hum… <3 says:woh bheegi bheegi yaaaaaadeeeeeeeeinnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
How quick the sun can drop
away, and now my bitter hands cradle broken glass. says:im dedicating something to
uKnuckles: Tumhe paa kar
zamane bhar se rishta tod denge hum… <3 says:awww
<3
something horny and whorish i bet
How quick the sun can drop
away, and now my bitter hands cradle broken glass. says:NAH
something
Knuckles: Tumhe paa kar
zamane bhar se rishta tod denge hum… <3 says:thanks (!)
How quick the sun can drop
away, and now my bitter hands cradle broken glass. says:HILARIOUS
…. OK it was funny in my head ok!! 
Quote:Killing two stones with one bird???!
Hahahahahahahahhahaahaha!!!! Hahahahahahaahahahahahahahaha!!!!
lmao! Awwwww my adorable Tayba… Quote:Awww…. “You fit every damn positive definition of a friend there is.” – Jaan, I won't ever be able to tell you how much those words meant to be… and it means so much more because I know they come from the depths of your heart. It was something I really needed to hear. *Hugs tight*
I love you too <3
Nothing but the best for you, my love. HAHAHAHAHA… LOVE the way you're lazy one second, then you go and type three posts in a row the next…
I remind you of Hermione? Hahahahaha you know the funny thing, I remind some of my friends of Hermione too…
I don't know why. I never put my intelligence to good use like she does. I instead waste it prowling forums… lmao.<3
Quote:This in its self shows what a beautiful person you are.
*smug grin on face*
*runs away before she can catch me and whack me one…*
I am what I am today because of Khushi and that idiotic bugger I fell in love with three years ago lol… SIGH!You know, I STILL remember her saying to me (before she left… well obviously… lol)… this was when she told me she was going to be leaving soon and her timing was absolutely rubbish that saali lmao… sigh… I was going through ridiculous amounts of hell with that fool of a boy… and she stayed on for a little while extra than she had planned, my angel Khushi, and she told me (paraphrased), “[Boo], I cannot leave until I know I have firmly planted your roots in the soil of love, I don't want to leave you when you're feeling so fragile”… or something like that. I could look it up, but then again – you taught me the meaning of lazy.. lmbo. lol. She was basically saying she couldn't leave me until the roots of my mind were firmly planted in sanity and logical thinking, so that they (the roots, me… I REALLY HOPE I'M MAKING SENSE HERE!! KHUSHI SAID SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL AND POETIC AND I AM TOTALLY MUCKING IT UP!! ARGH!! :() would be able to grow beautifully and strongly… and only a soulmate can do that to you. She touched me at a level – hell, the ONLY level – that mattered the most – my heart, my soul, my thoughts… and as usual, my mad angel was right – had it not been for her being there for me throughout all this, I would have been so… lost. Without her firmly planting the roots of my thoughts in love, sanity, whatever the hell it was I needed back then, I would not be the strong person I am now.
Of course, I am not saying I owe ALL of what I am to just her and that idiotic fool, I know it's all within me, too… that I wouldn't be the person I am if I didn't have the fighting strength and will to be so… but looking back on it now, I've just realised – Khushi taught me a lot. As I was saying before – pass the parcel on… and my beautiful soulmate did just that.
Sigh. I hope I made sense. If not, blah. I know Khushi understands and that's enough.
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