I wish I could sing. Really sing.
I wish I could make music.

I look around my room, and everything is meaningless.. Posters, bed, cupboard, perfume, candle, book, drawing, clothes......
And I look up at my big red clock and watch the seconds tick by.

Its getting a bit hot, the weather.
And I know the sweltering heat is near, and my exams, and packing and leaving..
And what I have I done these three years here?

Today was Season ONE finale of The OC here in India. It was super.. I love that show ( Read more... )

Man, Rishikesh was super ( Read more... )

Don't Rape ( Read more... )

IM TWENTY TODAY !! 
*whooooop*

Me and my sibs went to stay over at a friend's for a couple of days ( Read more... )

Skimming through recent posts, classifying most as inane, I've decided to end the vacuity, and write only after my head clears up some.

Click on the link given below.

http://community.livejournal.com/broken_mind/374973.html