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Sunday, March 30, 2008
@ 6:39 AM


My heart says i just want to lead a simple life in a Mansion . My mind says that to get through my 'O's and earn loads of money. My body tells me to be a gournment and taste all spices that are created. While my eyes wants to see the world of all truth/facts of elements that are created. What is life when humans know death is oncoming. What is death when everyone expect eternity of life. To be you and also the one to be with you. To love and hate when it is just a margin different of words. When world was simple , humans existance made it complicated. When problems were solved they drill it further.
Did i did this or it was you who make it happen??

i did the below thing just out of pure boredom. and arran who ask me to post. *-*












from ARRAN too..









THAT bear from ARRAN too...











ARRAN













really i am bored.










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When whispers no longer survive;




Happy.
Because there's you and me.