...To dream about the light, when you're the shining star...
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Five Things Everyone Should Know About You?
1) I love singing.
2) Acting weird tops my list.
3) I want to travel round the world someday.
4) I love reading and writing.
5) I love all kinds of adventure sports.
When Did You First Read Twilight (year) and how many times have you read a Twilight Book (total)?
Started reading it in 2009. Through with the series. Have read it only once.
Team Edward or Team Jacob? Why?
Team Myself... :P
Which Character Are You Most Like?
None... I'm just me...
Favorite Books
Harry Potter series.
Agatha Christie books.
Princess Diaries.
Nicholas Sparks novels.
The Alchemist.
Memoirs of a Geisha.
The Diary of a Young Girl.
Gone With The Wind.
Little Women.
These are few of my favourites. But there are a lot more... ;)
What is Your Favorite Music
Country and rock, probably. I really can't distinguish between the various types of music. But one thing I do know... I hate rap!!!!
Favorite Movies, TV Shows, Games:
Tom and Jerry.
Dexter.
Friends.
How I Met Your Mother.
The Simpsons.
Hannah Montana.
And others. But I can't recall them at the moment.
oh thank god, u do!........2 yrs a long tym, u see.......i'm gud!...wbu??
u kno dere r so many frendz hu hv stopped cmng onl9 now...nd i thot u too hv stopped bt den i was visited ur pg a few days back nd saw fresh activities....dats wen i thot dat u've visited aftr so many many days nd must hv 4gotten.......
hey aswathi..................hw r u yaar??.....it's been soooooooooooooooooooo long nearly 1n hlf year since we talked last...........i hope u remember me.....
THE world was made when a man was born,
He must taste for himself the forbidden springs;
He can never take warning from old-fashion'd things;
He must fight as a boy, he must drink as a youth,
Of the friend of his soul; he must laugh to scorn
The hints of deceit in a woman's eyes--
They are clear as the wells of Paradise.
And so he goes on till the world grows old,
Till his toung has grown cautious, his heart has grown cold,
Till the smile leaves his mouth, till the ring leaves his laugh,
And he shirks the bright headache you ask him to quaff.
He grows formal with men, and with women polite,
And distrustful of both when they're out of his sight.
Then he eats for his palate and drinks for his head,
And loves for his pleasure,--and 'tis time he was dead.
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gotcha!...gess wat? even i visited aftr a long tym coz i 4gat my pswrd!...wow!
hey, happy holi by d way!....nd njoyeeee d day..!! too bad i hv my xam d nxt day, but i hardly care coz..i totally h8 it!
oh thank god, u do!........2 yrs a long tym, u see.......i'm gud!...wbu??
u kno dere r so many frendz hu hv stopped cmng onl9 now...nd i thot u too hv stopped bt den i was visited ur pg a few days back nd saw fresh activities....dats wen i thot dat u've visited aftr so many many days nd must hv 4gotten.......
.........anyways hw r u doin???....rply soon!:)
hey aswathi..................hw r u yaar??.....it's been soooooooooooooooooooo long nearly 1n hlf year since we talked last...........i hope u remember me.....
belated birthday wishes!!!!!!!

may god bless u!!
glad 2 b ur frnd...!!!this are somepictures i tookon the beach
and this is a waterfall
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Then why did you make me knock?
Oh that was yesterday, saints above!
And last night—I changed the lock!
YOU NEED TO GIVE THIS TO SOMEONE AND GET IT FROM SOMEONE TO NOT BE SO LONELY..*winks*
THE red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.
But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips
John Boyle O'Reilly
THE world was made when a man was born,
He must taste for himself the forbidden springs;
He can never take warning from old-fashion'd things;
He must fight as a boy, he must drink as a youth,
Of the friend of his soul; he must laugh to scorn
The hints of deceit in a woman's eyes--
They are clear as the wells of Paradise.
And so he goes on till the world grows old,
Till his toung has grown cautious, his heart has grown cold,
Till the smile leaves his mouth, till the ring leaves his laugh,
And he shirks the bright headache you ask him to quaff.
He grows formal with men, and with women polite,
And distrustful of both when they're out of his sight.
Then he eats for his palate and drinks for his head,
And loves for his pleasure,--and 'tis time he was dead.
John Boyle O'Reilly