.

I hang on to my stupid phone so tight.

Its my only you, right with me, all the time. You make it pure.

Its really crazy but, I love the distance between us, baby.

We've grown so tight, that its a pity there's no more challenge to face.

We did it, the first time.

We won it, long back.

This is it.

You and me.

I'll always have you, forever. I love you very much.

I wish I could give you the world.

But all I can, kiss the phone enough to make you miss me even more.

I believe in you.

You're so, pure, so godlike, so , so THERE, its unbelievable.

I hang on to you.

I really love you very much, and I shout everytime.

I always cry, when you don't think I am.

I love you, Arshiya.

the original whatever.

i write the same, i realise.

Yawn.

the font, the style, the correct grammar, nt lyk dis.

sad.

oh, they didnt red-underline 'dis'.

And dis too.

Okay, weird.

I sound like Deeganto.

No no, I don't want that.

No stray praying mantis here, people, or tai chi, or kung fu.

WHAT?! I liked Drillbit Taylor!

Been listening to this Maurice Williams song on end.

The first time I heard the name Maurice was in a Tintin. reminds me of a dairy.

Yeah.

What?! I'm entitled to say anything.

Oh and, for anyone, who thinks a chocolate - chocolate combo CANNOT suck, try M&Ms and Hershey's.

Thats, saag.

I want to write dark stuff tooo! About castles, purple moors, treetops, forest canopy, Akon!

PSP Go has one preloaded game, a weird one called Patapon.

Sheesh.

Manchester won again.

Its just, ugly.

i'm bored.

i don't even deserve a blog.

go read someone else's.

this is crap.

balderdash.

kwaight, but not kwaight.

lets just say that what i do think of sometimes, when my brain's buffeting, is too complicated, weird to write here, I swear.

This is bad.

Arshiya's blog is GOOD.

It's dinner.

Au revoir!

Or, as Aditya put it, Bonjour! =))

PAA! HAHA!