Dude! Where's my crap?

*hangover*

I went a little overboard on the crap last post, especially the comments. To ease out the pressure I shall lower the meter for the next few posts, but you can always have more of it on demand.

I think I owe an apology to Pradyot.

Though, you have to accept it was fun while it lasted.

Let's start with a poetic eight-liner-cum-senti-crap:

[I did not use my tutorial for this]

I lie alone
eyes made of stone
I weep in my mind
tears are hard to find.
It could have been
what I had seen
But my one last word
was left unheard.

~Me

Aaya mazaa?

Warning: whoever tries to draw the connection with backstreet boys lyrics gets it big time from me.

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I recently got a bad cough, remember? Well I haven't talked about it lately but since then its only gone worse. Tushar says its some form of "dry cough", while I prefer to call it "khooni khansi". It almost makes my oesophagus turn inside out everytime. Get the picture? Soon I shall find time to bless a doctor's 10 minutes with the insides of my lung and probably then I'll be better.

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Life sux as usual. This time its not because I have loads of jobs to take care of, but because there are none at all.
So I'll blog more often. Hide.