I hate my job.
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I hate my job.
Four years ago, the only things I drew horribly in a human figure were arms and hands. Now, it's the whole of it...
Shall I come back to drawing?
If you look at your hands, how weird they look!!!!:D
Something strange happened today. I was sleeping, and in the morning my father came into my room, asking me about his phone charger. When he called me, I woke up, as in, I could hear him, but, I couldn't reply or move or open my eyes. I was infact, saying in my mind/sleep that the charger is in the socket, but the words didn't come out of my mouth. I wanted to speak but I couldn't. Strange....
It's too hot, i cannot stand this weather anymore.:(
It's a pity we can't always repay our past mistakes. Or can we?
How sad, that in life, we are so often judged in terms of quantity, speed, numbers, and so rarely in terms of goodness of intent, care, and "quality"...
here they go again :rolleyes:
What did I say? Why did I say that? How much of a twat am I? What will he think of me?
Same!!! She popped in again!!
Babu jee dhere chalna. Piyaar mein zara sanbhalna. Bare dhoke hain is rah mein. Babu jee dhere chalna...
I am wondering where Idril went. She left and she doesn't come back to play Song Title Game much and that makes me sad.
Dare i call?
:lol: excellent!Quote:
Originally Posted by Bakiryu
sleep good. drinking too much red wine bad!