Beautiful

String words along, bead by bead
I will adorn my mind with your verses.
You look at ink with a lover's gaze.
I will try and never let it lessen my feelings.
Envy shall never overpower my love.
And I give you me willingly
For someday, I hope, that in your eyes, I am just as beautiful as your poetry.

Goodnight x

"Your mom's a dyke,isn't she?"

I was just walking down the hallway in the morning, making my way to my art class when I noticed a few people staring and pointing at me. I let it go, I was a little sleep deprived, and I thought maybe I was seeing things.

The stares got to get worse I realized. I could hear whispers, but what had I done? I didn't remember doing anything that could cause all of that! I averted my gaze and walked to my next class looking solely at the floor. I had already checked for any marks on my face or anything physically wrong, but I had come up with nothing .. I just wanted to go home. I felt insecure.. And vulnerable. So very vulnerable. As the teacher began to tell us about the evolution of language, a crumpled ball fell on my desk. I couldn't figure out who threw it at me, I opened it anyway.

"Your mom's a dyke, isn't she?" it read. 

I stared at the piece of paper, lost for words. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think .. I could hear my blood rush in my head but all I could do was stare at that sentence..

My mother had just recently come out and was currently in a relationship with this gorgeous female friend of hers.

How'd I feel about it? Really, I was happy.

That's not to say my mom and dad were horribly rude with each other or anything, but he'd left us almost a decade ago. And I could see how happy my mom was,now. Sure, it was a LOT to take in, but I was happy for my mom.  I struggled to find a way to answer this note. It hit upon me that even if I ignored this one, there'd always be others. We lived in a small town, we didn't really have a lot of drama going on. So this was bound to be the 'it' news on the grapevine for long. I, I didn't even know what I wanted to say..

The bell rang and I ran to the washroom and locked myself in a cubicle. My palms were sweaty and I felt like throwing up. 

Finally, a quarter of an hour later, I made my way out. Only to be blocked by some people I didn't expect.

They were sniggering and I knew what this was about. I mumbled an excuse trying to get past them. In vain.

"Maybe all your mom needs is a man to please her. And she'll forget this bullshit dyke shit. I've seen your mom, she looks so good, damn, I'd totally hit that" Jake said, hi-fiving his friend John.

His crass words were like knives. Is this what they thought of my mom? Is this what everyone wanted to say? I felt warm salty tears wet my cheeks before I even realized I was crying. I stood there for twenty minutes while they said worse things about their anatomy and how exactly would they convince mom to become straight. I gasped at some of the things they said, but I wanted it to get over. I wanted to go home. I just wanted to get the hell out of school and cry in my room....

"At school I would get people coming up to me and saying, your mum's gay. And I was like - it started to get to me because I realised then it wasn't normal, it was different. I sort of felt picked on and the amount of times I went to see the teachers and they said, just ignore them, they'll get bored. They never did get bored."  [Source]

Whether or not you are a supporter of the LGBTQ community, it is your responsibility as a human being to not only try and be as accepting of people as you can but also raise your children well. 

You may not believe or advocate Queer Pride, but what makes you special enough to bully or abuse someone who is? WHO ARE YOU? Just because heterosexuals are in majority doesn't make it right for you to trouble and ruin the lives of others.

Did you know that LGBTQ youth has the highest suicide rates, comparatively? This is generally always linked to homophobic attitudes and bullying. 

About 34,000 youth die every year making it the 3rd leading cause of death among LGBT individuals whose age ranges from 15 to 24. And this is still not the actual report since a lot of individuals do not come out.

According to a study in Taiwan, 1 in 5, or 20% of Taiwanese gay have attempted suicide.

Bullying isn't just physical. It could be sexual, verbal, emotional or cyber bullying. This has lead to the creation of projects such as :

• The Trevor Project
• It Gets Better

The 'It Gets Better' pledge goes as follows :
" Everyone deserves to be respected for who they are. I pledge to spread this message to my friends, family and neighbors. I'll speak up against hate and intolerance whenever I see it, at school and at work. I'll provide hope for lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and other bullied teens by letting them know that it gets better."
I took the pledge.. Have you?

Some of the NGOs in India that do amazing work and function as gay/lesbian support groups can be found here, some queer support groups can be found here. 

This is a list of helplines.

The Humsafar Trust has been working for the LGBTQ community since 1994 with their various projects spanning health care, support, project management, community work, counseling, etc.

'Labians' = Lesbians and Bisexuals in Action is an autonomous and non funded, queer feminist collective of lesbian, bisexual and transgender women since 1995. They can be mailed at : streesangam@gmail.com , and their helpline 09833278171 is open on Mondays, Wednesdays and Saturdays from 5pm-8pm.

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Disclaimer : The post is liberal dramatization based on a quote of actual events. It is a work of fiction.

"Long live the walls we crashed through, I had the time of my life with you"

Longer relationships do not necessarily mean better because in you two, I find everything I need.

You get me. You get my obsession with sun screen and how I hate realizing I don't have my hand sanitizer in my bag. You know it takes me an hour to finish my ice cream cone. You know that my phone is switched off , or on airplane mode half the time and that's why your call won't get through. You get my love for Taylor and her music. You get my envy for amazing headsets and how I drool over those gorgeous headphones. You get how I like and want my wardrobe to be clean. You also get how my wardrobe would be purple and black black black if I had my way (I hope you read this ma). You get me when I'm typing with correct grammar and punctuation but also when I'm all "omg nOOO! SO BEAUTIFUL I CANNOT OMG JUST CNAT hELP". 

~ Saturn ~

She's the reason why fanfictions are my life now-a-days. She makes me pasta and concocts evil steal-her-phone plans with my younger brother. She thinks she's awkward at deep talks but she doesn't realize (because she's an idiot) how many times she has made me go from what-is-life to smiling and giggling at my phone because of her SURV and just Saturn being the adorable alien that she is! She was my date to the #TwitterYuleBall2012 although she ditched me early and I left a little while later and we missed Chris Rankin, but oh well! She's the one who actually took about a hundred screenshots for me when my phone couldn't, because she just is that nice. She unlocks her phone with her nose sometimes. She's a Slytherin and her creepily awesome evil side comes out sometimes and it is hilarious! She is that friend who steals the cheese off of your toast because she loves cheese. Also that person who makes cold coffee despite having a cold because hey, who cares about colds during exams which might totally make you ill and unable to study which is hard anyway. She has beautiful long hair and also I have this photo of her in yellow which might be one of the cutest photos I've seen of people I know in real life. I've never told anybody 'I love you' in less than two years of knowing them as much as I have told her because I do, I do. She also owes me chocolates, loads of 'em, so yaaay for that! :D

~ Vy ~ 

She knows how awkward and socially handicapped I am around new people thanks to have known me right at the beginning of 11th grade. She has these beautiful brown eyes which look like molten chocolate when light hits them, which is accurate & appropriate since she's very warm and exceptionally trusting. If I had to assign her to a house, she'd probably be a Gryffinclaw. Or a Ravenpuff?  She's the mature one of the group, although I realize that doesn't say a lot! She's technically challenged too, so I don't feel alone and everything. She's the person I bunked my first lecture with, and we went to Marine Drive and just sat there talking. She has epiphanies in showers and also pointlessly has this delusional idea wish that someday I will tell her who my favorite from One Direction is! don't hold your breath coz it's not going to happen. She knows how it feels when your younger siblings just borrow steal stuff from you and her parents say things which are eerily similar to what mine do. She Googled 'Blahblaholic' one day and read a lot of my posts at one go, so FOUR FOR YOU VY! YOU GO VY! I know she's the kind of person who would always give nice advice on being asked even if what you'd done was something terribly mean, because she just is that kind of a gem. She didn't know what MOFOs mean, isn't that precious? :P Hey Vy, I saw a demon child on my way back xD

Saturn and I are going to live together and adopt kids while Vy will live next to us with her charming, sweet, adorable partner and whenever our kid will poop/cry/annoy us we shall call her and she'll take care of everything. But Saturn might also meet some awesome person near some *cough* areas surrounding this city which starts with an N, so I'm not too sure about the idea? But for now, this plan is on like donkey kong.

We are going to have a hispter sleepover filled with One Direction+Supernatural fangirling, ice cream, cheesy movies and the dress code strictly is hair buns, and loose crappy home clothes. We are so fabulous, aren't we? Then we'll ride the trains from the first station to the last and back. And go to a karaoke bar. 

I was just missing these two crackpots so I decided to write this mush vomit. I'll be writing much more frequently now that I have holidays.
See you guys soon.

X

SURV = sunshine, unicorns, rainbows & Voldemort.

Four for you Glen Coco! You go Glen Coco! = Mean Girls quote.

Title = 'Long Live' by Taylor Swift.

I'm Falling For You

Sipping cold juice, on the grass.

Oblivious of everybody, the world spins so fast.

Look into your eyes and I see your love,

Shining and sparkling, stay with me.

Run your hands on my back, you know my weak spots,

My fascination, since day one you have caught.

Smooth your hair with my hands and now I'm gone,

You put me up on cloud nine and I need you now.

You have got me falling for you, fast and how!

Catch me baby, catch me, hold me tight.

Make me smile, make me laugh, we 'll set it right.

The people are looking, but I don't care, 

I see you looking at me, I can't break my stare.

My heart skips a beat and gives me a scare!

Catch me baby, catch me, take me close.

How long will this last, oh no one knows.

But right now you are my star and that's all I know.

So take me dancing, proper and slow.

Make me fall harder, make me fall in love.

Your hand fits mine, perfectly like a glove.

So catch me baby, catch me, coz I'm  falling for you!

Have a beautiful week ahead people. :] x

Guest Post : "Souls" - DO,I DO.

" I was saddened to know about the death of a young girl who died from a disease, who was called away from life, into the Lord’s presence. Well, when someone dies, people say may their Soul rest in peace. Well, that is the truth…all our lives are a journey of Souls. Though we are humans from outside, we have a living soul in us.Each one of us have it. In our life, when we turn back to see, till date do we realise how many souls care for us,in the form of parents, family, teachers, loved ones, friends and well wishers. And we all exist not only with the help of the basic requirements such as food,air,water or any other need. We need to realise that we as living Souls have a short period on earth.Do good,the good comes back to you. Love unconditionally.  
Bless with all your heart.Help with a cheerful heart.Forgive, and give.Whatever you gain on this Earth, the power, the possessions, the pride and the wealth will fade as God calls you, yet your Soul would want to rest in peace.Everyone has a soul in them,which would want love,care, joy and peace.Be not selfish and live and let live. Always remember, never to hurt the Soul who loves us and care for us, no matter what. No one is paid for whatever love,care and joy we receive.
When some soul (parents,siblings, family, loved ones, true friends) cares about you, remember its their time of their life that they share with you. Life is too short to regret. When you pray to God, he speaks to you through his spirit and since you have a soul, you hear it and since the soul has a heart, you feel it! Life is so short for a tug of war and its not short for a sky gliding! Meaning life is too short…live it happily. 

Be the reason for someone’s smile(remembering everyone has a soul inside them).

Just thought I'd share this story through you. :) And wish your blog a mindblowing and happy anniversary! :) Keep spreading words. :) <3 "

I do,I do

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The author, 'I do,I do' who writes at 'Words Not Abandoned' graciously wrote this as a guest post for me.
Thank you so much! 

And all of you, have a KICKASS weekend!

They were watching her like a hawk, judging her.

(Finally I wrote a fictional post again. YAYY :D | Do read & lemme know how you found it!)

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She did things. She thought it was finally to put the past behind her, to move on.

Meera woke up early next morning, she wanted a proper new started, even if that meant going to bed early and waking up in dire need of coffee to find enough strength to brush her teeth!

She switched her phone on and went to freshen up. She returned to find 2 text messages. On was the standard spam message about winning a UK lottery. She shook her head and continued to the 2nd one.

It read :
" Hey there M! Good morning gorgeous. I wish you all the very best on this whole new start. And if you need someone to remind you that it is a brilliant plan when you start to lose faith, you have me. Have a great day! X"

This brought a radiant smile to her face! She knew she could count on him.. And this just went on to prove her right!

She replied with a thanks and went on with her day with boosted confidence.

(9 pm)

Meera had had a long day. But she felt good, she was still humming to herself. She decided to go online for a while to kind of take a break. She deserved it, she said to herself.

As she scrolled through the statuses and photos smiling every now and then, a chat box popped up.

• "How are you doing Meera?! It's been so long! What's up girl?"
• Hi .. I'm doing pretty good, thanks :) How are you?
• "What's going on in life? UPDATE ME! :D"
• Haha, not all that exciting Ria. Just a new job. It's going pretty good, today was my first day. The office looks wonderful Ria, you'd love it!
• "That sounds nice! I'm happy for you!"
• Aww. Thank you! What's new with you?
• "Ah, nothing. Same old, same old. Achha listen, what's with the new boyfriend haan?"
• I'm sorry, what? Come again? WHAT BOYFRIEND?!!
• "You're talking to me babe, drop the act. Heard you're all lovey dovey with Ranjith-whats-his-name .. ?!
• I thought you knew better than that Ria. Guess not! What the hell? We're just close friends. What is wrong with you people?
• "Whoa , slow down there. You broke Mayank's heart 6 months ago. Now you're talking a lot with this guy, at least that's what the rumors state. Of course people are going to assume y'all are together. DUH."
• Even if I am dating him, IF, how is it anyone's bloody business? And guess what, I didn't "break his heart" just for my own entertainment. It wasn't workin... never mind, why should I keep explaining myself to everyone! You know what? Think whatever you want. I don't give a shit. And you can tell your 'rumor mills' to get a life and STOP. SPECULATING. ABOUT. MINE!

She didn't tell anyone but after that day, she felt her world crashing down on her. No longer was she happy about the beautiful day. She thought about what she could do to stop all this as tears streamed down her face.

Why, when she was trying her hardest to move on, were they stuffing it in her face? Why wouldn't they leave her alone? When would they ever stop judging her?

Just because she ended one relationship, did that mean they would continue to look at her this way all the time? 

She sighed. The clock struck twelve. She was going to have a long day tomorrow as well. She sniffed, wiped her face and eased herself onto the bed.

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What'd you think about that? :] 

Happy Teacher's Day Neelam Foi! How I Wish You Were Here Right Now :)

"Nai maaf neechu nishaan" (basically means, always aim HIGH!) is what you would always say. You have no idea how many times all of us continue to quote you!

You're the first person my mind jumps to, when I think about teachers, so I miss you that much more today.

Everything happened so fast .. You were eating, enjoying, watching cricket and wishing us a good day everyday, and suddenly, you just weren't yourself. Everyone says that you're in a "better place" right now. I hope, actually I know you are. But that doesn't really help! :P I still feel like crying .. I miss you. SO MUCH.

Remember all those times you would take my textbooks and read them out to me? I would always cheat a little in Geography. Whether you noticed and let it go, or you didn't, you would always be so happy reading me stories!

I remember how I loved 'Dashavtar' and I couldn't read it myself as it was in Gujrati and you would read it to me. And Bambi. And Tintin. And Nancy from the newspapers! And the English comic strip every Sunday from the paper..

When you were not all that well but I told you about how I was doing Shakespeare's Macbeth in my workshop and you looked through your cupboard all day and found me your copy.. Thank you!

You went out and whenever you did, you would without fail, ALWAYS get Bhuvs and me chocolates. And the way you would give us money not only on our birthdays, but yours as well! As well as on any holiday, on your father's anniversary.. Thank you!

The way you would wish us 'Good morning, good day, bye!' every morning before we went to school and 'goodnight' before going to sleep.. Thank you!

Thank you for all those times you let Bhuvan and me sneakily watch cartoons when we were supposed to study. For all those times you missed your shows and cricket just so we could watch our silly Shinchan and Pokemon! For all those times you would sit next to us and hand over the remote to us for watching whatever we would like.

For all those times you would tell us mom dad were in the building because you would notice their car enter the building, each time you would cover up for us in front of mumma and pappa, just so they would never scold us.. Thank you!

But especially I thank you for always having never ending faith in me. For motivating and encouraging me. For believing in me. For believing that I would be able to do what I wanted, in life.

Thank you for thinking, and telling everyone that I really was working hard for my tenth boards. You were the only one at the time who said that :D

I wish you wouldn't have fallen ill. I wish I never had to see you that way.. I wish you were there to see me score such a good percentage in tenth! I wish you could've been there physically, when I got admission in my college. I wish you were here right now. I miss you Neelam Foi. 

You never got to eat the cheese burst pizzas. You never saw India do so well in Olympics. You didn't see me win something because of my writing.

But what I do know, is that you're smiling down at us from up there. That you're eating all the yummy food that there is in the world! That you read books and watch cricket. 

Happy Teacher's Day Neelam Foi. Thank you for everything. Thank you for all that you did, and didn't do. I was a stupid idiot back then. I wish I would have gotten to tell you how I feel but I know you know. I love you. I love you so much.

I miss you ..

New Beginnings! (A Short Story)

" .. But I can't!" she ended, looking away.

"You can.. Of course you can! You know I love you, always have, always will. Just this once, forget what your mind is trying to tell you. Please, I'm begging you, begging you for one chance .."

She was hurt. And betrayed. And lost.

It took her months to begin to accept that it really was over .. Why would she want to go down the same path? Isn't it said that once you repeat it, it's no longer a mistake, it is stupidity.

"What about Perth? The cat you promised you'd get me? What about our engagement? Why?" she'd shouted that night, her mind refusing to believe he would desert her just like that.

"I know what you're thinking.. I am not him Beth, you know me!" he said, trying to convince her.

"I thought I knew him too..." she trailed off.

* 2 days later*

"You're my friend. And because of you, actually make that, thanks to you, I could survive what happened. You're why I didn't give up, you're why I threw away physically, and mentally, everything that I'd been carrying all these years. 

You're the reason I want to be new. More. Better.

And hey, I say, let's give it a try!" she messaged him.

To New Beginnings! :]

I'm Trying!

I'm trying hard to start afresh, to leave things what happened where they belong, in the past.

I don't want to end up like some emotional baggage wali woman in some movie. :P

"If you let go a little, you will have a little peace. If you let go a lot, you will have a lot of peace."


 

I don't regret it. I don't regret us, I never could. It was lovely while it lasted. =) 

Excuse the face :P Read what it says!
I hope it's true. I hope things start working out.
I need em to ..

  

This makes me sad as well as happy.

At the moment, I don't know.

Bad things and time doesn't really pass as fast as you'd wish for it to! Sigh.

Also, deaths change people. Why can't some bitches get that? Just because I'm sometimes low  doesn't make me a loser. Your branding me that surely makes YOU one! 

I hope you are happy but I swear I can't let this one go. Who the heck irritates and give crap advice when someone is grieving? You do. Aaaaaaaaargh x_x

P.S I know I've been not commenting or visiting any blogs. I'm sorry, I mean it!

I'm unwell and college is on, traffic, rain and add to that classes and everything.

I'll try to be back as soon as I can. =)

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Winnie The Pooh's Story.

Remember the yellow/golden cuddly bear on TV named Winnie? Do you know that it was inspired from a REAL bear? No? Well, read on! =)

'En route to a training camp in Quebec during World War I, Canadian army lieutenant Harry Colebourn bought a bear cub for $20 from a hunter in White River, Ontario.

He named her Winnipeg, after his hometown, and smuggled her to England, where “Winnie” became the mascot of his militia regiment.

Eventually he donated her to the London Zoo, where she became a great favorite of Christopher Robin Milne, the son of a local playwright.'

And we all know what happens next!

Have a brilliant week! Stay safe

Quotes Love #1

Everything that you or I do, it has a reason. A big reason, a small reason, a reason we announce to the world, a reason we keep buried within our hearts, but it DOES have a reason.

People change, relationships do too, and you cry, and suffer and realize that this is ALWAYS going to happen. Whether you like it or not!

And I know the last line is true. Some crushes, infatuations, they don't work out, why? Because something better is in store for you! (And me too :P)

This is me! =P

I'm selfish sometimes, and I'm insecure too.
I've made a hell lot of mistakes, I could write a book about them, or two!
I am impulsive and when the inner bitch is unleashed, I will rip you apart with my words. It's not a thing to be proud of, I know. And I don't really tear people to pieces unless you REALLY REALLY do something horrible to me, or people I care for.

And yes, recently I have begun to understand that I should always respect MYSELF first, I am who I am, I'm trying to be better, stronger, but,

 if you can't handle my mood swings, you don't deserve me being there for yours!

Wish you all a beautiful, sensible, safe Monday and the week ahead!

Footprints In The Sand.

And in the end, all that is left behind, of us, are our footprints in the sand. 

Until the wind blows them away and new ones replace the old.

Just like memories.

p.s. :  NINE DAYS TO BLOGOVERSARY!! 

"It's A Date!"

Economics class. She was so bored. She generally liked this teacher but god knows why, she was being too drab today. Stifling a yawn, she looked around the classroom. Alok met her eye with a tiny smile and she smiled back at him.

Girls usually swarmed all around him. THANKFULLY, he wasn't the typical douche. He was sweet and flirtatious, but hey, it was Alok, all bets were off!

"He's staring at you", Priya said, nudging Sneha and her cheeks flushed with color. She hesitantly looked up at him. He was grinning almost like he knew she was into him! He winked at her and then pretended to be fascinated with the textbook. That one wink, it caused flutterings in her stomach. It felt insanely good.

Break time, she ran away to the canteen to buy a sandwich, grinning from ear-to-ear.

Double psychology class, meant sitting in the front and taking down notes but today, today she wanted nothing but to stare at him. God certainly was listening to her because just then, Alok came to sit beside her.

Her cheeks were such a deep shade of red, that he couldn't help but pull her cheeks. By now, they had quite a few eyes on them, but they were in their own world, oblivious of everything and everyone but each other.

They were so immersed in each other, they didn't realize that the teacher along with the whole class, they were staring right at them. Thrown out of class, Sneha knew she should feel remorse but she didn't! Because free time = more time with Alok. And that was what she had wanted, wasn't it?

They sat on the stairs, not saying a word. He offered her one earphone and they sat there listening to music. He slowly scooted towards her, and put his arm around her shoulders. Her heart skipped a beat and try as she may, she couldn't conceal the happy look that spread through her face!

She looked at him. He looked back at her with those gorgeous eyes of his, framed with long lovely eyelashes, his look filled with adoration.

Words failed her and he seemed to realize that. He pulled her closer, smiled at her, and said, "Dinner tonight? Creme Center, I'll drop you home after. Please say yes? Please?".
"Yes!"
"It's A Date" they chorused together and reluctantly got up as the bell rang.

Liked it? Hated it?

TELL ME!

Maria, Oh Maria!

She stared down bravely. She knew what she was doing, rather she had planned this and she would carry on with the plan to the T.

She squeezed her eyes shut and her heart thumped loudly, she could hear her blood ringing in her ears. She sent a silent prayer to the man above, and jumped. Her lithe body, arms gracefully spread like an angel, she crashed into the icy dark waves. Her body tossed & turned like a ragged old mannequin. Her breath came in gasps as the salty water burned her eyes. Her body convulsed and the icy water began to freeze her lungs. She saw herself in kindergarten, performing ballet on the stage. She was 14 and was elected the head of the drama club. Her parents' 50th anniversary. Her first kiss. Her driving license. Her mind started to numb down, she knew it was time to say goodbye. But to whom? Her parents didn't want her. Her sister hated her. And she had no other family.

 'Maria, mariaa' she heard someone call.. Alex! Oh sweet Alex, her love, had come to save her. She pictured his perfect luscious lips, his rock hard abs, his yummy cologne, but he'd gone off with Anne...? Ah! He must have seen the error of his ways. Her body was tossed again and she felt the numbness set in to her very bones. Something warm touched her. Another person... She fluttered her eyelashes, trying to fight the exhaustion, she wanted to look into his electrifying blue eyes..one last time. She struggled and squinted, but she was met with a pool of warm chocolate staring back at her with worry,fear and something else too. Love. It was Zayn. 

She then realized it had been Zayn all along.

-Blahblaholic x

P.S Zayn coz Zayn Malik is drooolicious =D

Kittens Are Cute. If You Were A Channel,I'd Put You On Mute!

Hello the awesome cute and super supportive people of le blog. I got 190+ followers. WEEEEEE! =D

Who doesn't like kittens? I mean what kind of people think kittens aren't cute? STUPID. Yeah, you read it right. Buddhu log ko hi nahi pasand aate kitttttens <3 And cats. Fur balls xx

It's 5 past one right now, and I'm yawning my mouth out. I'm le tired. Coz I had logic class today.
But I'm happy. I not know why, butbut, I'm just, you know, the reasonless happy!
^__^

A colony friend I had lost in touch with, we have gotten close again. Been walking in the colony with her since the past 2-3 days. Fun it is! =D

She's nice and funny and cute and we both are kind of crazy. So yeah! =D

It is crazy ass HOT. But I like travelling. Even if it's nearby. I feel lazy to get out of my house clothes, but once I'm out... =D

Hair is having good days recently. Curly and springy and in le form. It feels good =)

There's an awesome breeze blowing through the French windows at the moment. And it's cool right now. Like I-may-get-a-cold-cool types. 

I am happy. Right now, here, this instant. I don't know why, but I am. And that's a good thing,no?

Which is the one thing that can make you happy? 

Like, when you're maybe having a rough day, what'd YOU do to unwind? To get your mood back on track?

AWWW =D 

- Blahblaholic x

Inner Demons.

Close to me, so close, that I can smell your breath,

Inhale your intoxicating scent,

Wrap you in my arm, so tight.

Tell you everything once for all,

Plunge, take that jump, unafraid of the fall,

Open up my ugly side to you,

Through my eyes I'll let you glimpse a view.

Hold me through the night,

As my tears fall healing the scars,

Let me know you'll be there for me,
And then I can finally set all my skeletons free.

-Blahblaholic x

P.S I had written this in January, posted it now. Also, if you're interested in reading other poems by me, head to -> Teenage Babblings

Awesome April #Day15

Live life on the edge

(Awesome April #Day15)

I want to experience real madness in life, overflowing passion,

I thirst for it like no other.

I want to shed all my inhibitions.

I want to fall in love wildly and experience the love people write about,

I want to live life to the fullest I can, even if I get to live it but in small bouts.

Alone, with you, I want to lose myself in beauty,

I want to dive into a waterfall, watch a meteor shower, watch all fantastic views I can see.

I want to be able to have enough faith in me to leap,dive, jump into whatever my heart says,

I want to be independent enough to live my way.

-Blahblaholic x

Lisa's Room

"Ohmigod, is that you Jack?" she squealed.
The packet of macaroni fell from his hands. "Lisa? I can't believe it ... It's been how many years, 20? God. You look, just the same!" he said.
"You flatter me! Where did you disappear off to? I mean, I'm seeing you actually after like so many many years!" she said smiling, picking up his pasta.
"Never mind. How have you been? Still can't believe it's you .. "
"Ha ha. It's me allright. Just older, fatter an-" she stopped. He was looking at her like he knew exactly what she was thinking. His hazel eyes piercing her gaze.
'Lisa, I know you. There's no need to put up a facade. It's me, Jack' they seemed to say.

It suddenly dawned on him that they had stood that way, staring for maybe a moment too long.
"How have you been, tell me? How's he?" he said, trying hard not to inject too much venom into the last part of the sentence. He had grown old, but he still couldn't take his name without grimacing.
She managed a tiny smile, she knew how it hurt him but she didn't answer.
"Lisa, it was really really nice meeting you again after so long. But I really need to go now. I'm sorry but hey, now that we're here, we will catch up and everything yeah? You take care my pretty lady"
"Buh-bye" a chuckling Lisa said.
She started to move her cart but it hit something solid. His wallet. She looked at it for a minute, finally curiosity got the better of her and she flipped it open. There was a photo of them, in the park as kids. Not knowing what to make of it, she sighed and closed the wallet feeling a little guilty.

                                                                                                                                                            


She smoothed her dress, a little hesitant to knock at his door.
'Had he gotten married? Of course he would have. What a dumb question that is. Way to go Lee. Did he have children? Did they share his beautiful eyes? Good lord, did I just think that?!'
She exhaled and slowly knocked at his door.
"May I help you?" a lady asked.
"Umm yeah. Is Jack home? I actually have his wallet, I found his address on his business card inside. If he isn't home, it's okay. I'll just leave this with you and -"
"No no, he's just upstairs.  I'll have him come down. Make yourself home ma'am"

Beautiful paintings graced his walls. Abstract, black and white, scenery, all kinds, she had no words. They were captivatingly beautiful. She had reached the end of the hall, there was an adjoining room, the door was almost open. She flicked on the light and she gasped.
Picture after picture and various paintings of her hung from the wall. Kindergarten, high school, picnics, Halloween, she herself didn't have these many photos of her, and here was a room decked from the ceiling to the floor with her pictures.
Just then Jack ran to her side, and opened his mouth to say something, looked at her, stopped.
Several minutes passed.
"After all this time?" she finally managed to mumble out.
"Always" he said, his voice low, but strong.

He wanted to tell her so much. How he loved her. He loved her since the party in kidergarten. He'd always loved her.
She had so much to tell him too. How she had never finally married Will. How in spite of everyone thinking the highschool sweethearts would marry and get old together, Will and her had had a fallout because of his parents. How Will was still the only man she had ever been with, after 10-12 years. How she ran into her basement and stayed there everytime her parents or friends would set her up for dates. How she cried herself to sleep every night feeling alone and wanting bodily comfort.
She had so much to say ...
"It's really really good to see you Jack." she said, with a peck on his cheek before leaving.
But for now, this would do.

And now the 3 bloggers thing. Here you gooooo -->

* Sukriti at 'The Stories She Withheld' and my favorite post is 'A Well Said Goodbye' . She writes about love so beautifully. It seems so effortless and wow. =)
* Sonshu at 'Toucher tes reves' and one of my many many favorite posts of this sister of maiine is 'When cats and dogs fell in love' Her fashion posts are fantabulous and she's an amazingly sweet bubbly person. :D 
* Sidrah at "Under The Magic Tree" and again, one of my fav posts is 'Goodbye Harry Potter'. Shes funny awesome and damn sweet.

Sooo, if you haven't already, check out all these posts and yeah yeah, you can thank me later =)
Stay warm and safe.
xo

Her sweet scent

She stretched and looked around. She gently slid out of the bed and ran to take a shower. He saw her, sometime later, her lithe body wrapped in a towel. In his towel. Her curls cascading beyond her waist. Her strong collar bones. Her perfect Cupid-bow lips. And her eyes. Oh,those eyes! They captivated him like no other.
He took her name. She turned around with a gasp. She blushed, with her clothes ran back inside.
He was staring intently at the door. Today he'd ask her. Today he'd say all that he'd been meaning to.
She stepped out, looking very much the goddess he thought her to be. She met his eye with such passion, he had to look away. After all, he was the one responsible for the mess.
She came up to him. He made up his mind, was already preparing a speech in his head. She pushed him against the wall. He gulped. He met her eyes. The burning desire in them surprised him. She kissed him. And then she kissed him some more. He held her face in his hands, he kissed her back, almost as if he was trying to match her intensity.
She knew this was the last time she'd see him. She knew this wasn't working out. And it would damage both of them even more,if she over stayed.
She pulled back, he was looking at her with a thousand question marks in his eyes. There would be answers. But not this morning.
She kissed him again, pulling him toward her. She kissed him passionately. Like it was him she was deriving oxygen from. Like her whole life depended on him.
She memorized the way his hands would always meet at the small of her back. She memorized the intoxicating cologne-y scent of his room. The taste of his cigarette stained lips. They pulled apart what seemed ages later.
He opened his mouth to say something but he saw something in her eyes that convinced him that what was going to follow,was inevitable.
She grabbed her bags,took a last look around this second home of hers and burst out of the room. She ran down the stairs only to stop after climbing into the backseat of a cab. Then the tears began to flow. How she wished there was something she could do to work it out. She sighed deeply. They both had done their best. But maybe they were too passionate and the fire ended up burning them instead.
His eyes swept the room, searching for some kind of reminder even though he knew he'd never forget her. His eyes fell on the towel. He grabbed it like it were his lifeline, inhaling the sweet scent of her magnificent skin.

"Never thought we'd have a last kiss,
Never imagined we'd end like this,
Your name,forever the name on my lips,
Just like a last kiss."

Always A Part Of Me.

There are some people that come into your lives, and just pass leaving behind only a faint fragrance of their being.

And then there are some that transform your life and turn it into a kaleidoscope of colors. 

As Holly says in P.S I Love You,

"That'll be the end."
"The end of what?"
"Of life as we know it"

This is dedicated to you, who impressed on my heart, loads of things. Opened my mind to new ideas. To the people whom I first felt a little for.

We may not have lasted. Our story may not even have begun... But you're in my heart.

" Sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall into place "

Maybe we just weren't meant to be. Maybe, despite what you or I, or we both thought, it wouldn't have worked out. 

And I just want you to know, that there is a part of me that has never stopped liking you. A part of me which wants you to like what I do or say because you're a part of me too.

This may not make sense. Actually it doesn't. All I want you to know is, I loved you. :)

Take care

Cya!

xx

Blahblaholic ♥ ©