To US (Not the country) and the 160 years to come!!

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!!

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Yayyyy!!

My Life To You! Yours To Me! Yumyayyy! :D :D :D
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Lets stay together forever! Promise! :D
Yumyayy!! I love lovin' you!

Lovin' you,
is easy cuz,
you're lovable..

Lovin' you,
is all I ever wanna dooOOo!

Lovin' you,
is liek my dreams come truOooe!
And everything I do,
is cuz I love to love you! :)

La la lala laa,
La la lala laa,
La la laa la laa laa laa laaaa!
AaAaAAaaaaaa! :)


Live long and keep me with you!

Aya. :)

Tuhim.

Weeee! I go on my dreamland tour,
Owe how I find him saying Senorita, Bonjour.
What was meant to be is here today,
I'm happy and happier, June to May. :)

What once was a book deep convo, has become a frequent delight.
What once was a day's goal, has come to be my daylight. :)
What once meant a laughter of hail, today makes me blushy-mis-red-cheeks.
What once was a talk from 9 to 4, lasts now for weeks and weeks. :)

I used to make an effort to stop laughing, my stomach hurt,
Today I just keep smiling, life's an everyday concert!
Owe how I looked up to you, wanting to par the excellence,
Now I respect myself, and you're my clapping audience!

You're my friend and you're the kid here,
I tend to go :s when you're not near!
You're a one man show and you're my group,
You keep me away from MSG and make me eat clear soup. :)

With you always there, I can nag and I can nap,
You're my everything- from my hero to my bathing cap! :D
I'm that possession whom no one can attack,
You're my everything- from my hero to my prozac! :D

I'm never full of you, as if I'm eating fry-Ms,
You're my pride crown, full of Gems!
You're the crackers that never stops cracking,
You're the happiness I keep stacking. :)

You've made me the happiest person on Earth,
Best thing I've had since the June birth! :p
We're gonna make babies curly and cute,
You're so great, here's a salute! :p

I want to go to FIFA Brazil with you,
I want us to meet Miss Barrymore Drew. :">
We'd also meet Hitler if he wasn't dead,
I would've gotten you a tux and worn a dress deep red. :D

I want to sing for you,
I know you want me to,
Your every sigh,
To me is liek a lullaby. :)

We'll soon move in and then move out,
Spending my life with you is never a doubt!
I just want to know you're there forever,
To always know this, I dun even need to be clever. :)

How much I get of you is never enough,
Any decision without you is more than just tough. :s
Holding your little finger, the seven seas look small,
I want to show you off to in every country, city, or mall! :D

I dun liek shopping but its fun with you,
We never buy anything but the time spent is true. :)
Owe how I love getting waist coats for you,
Suit Up! isn't the logic here, but everything on you looks so Woohoo! :D :D :D

You makes me want to live in this world,
You makes it possible too.
If my living gives you happiness,
A thousand lives couldn't possibly, make up for the due.

I want to change the world,
I want bad to vanish.
All should be in color I believe,
As you makes my sad banish.

You're so close,
I can feel the lubb-dubb.
You's so funny,
My life's a laughter club!! :))

I would want my babies to grow up liek you,
I want them to be pure and true.
Great men are hard to find,
You're the rarest even of those few.

They say all good things are taken,
I say I got one.
They also say time don't wait,
I never gave a damn and waited for my 'The-One'.

Perfection has no definition,
and it has got no edge.
Presenting a living example to all,
Your life is goodness' pledge!

I'll start using a stick,
I'll snore at night.
I'll nag about distances,
And you.. will never be out of sight. =]]

Bunk It Liek Us!

Ahan.

I am a very very cool sister. 8) This is the story of my sister's first school bunk. And according to her, the last one too! :p

Both of us didn't sleep the previous night at all. Maggie* didn't cuz she had to copy holiday homework, and I couldn't cuz I fell short of my Prozac. :p I had some work in Noida, and I wanted Maggie to come along. She had already taken a leave that day, so she couldn't ask mom to let her take another leave, that too for going to a "mall" with me. She's in 12th. Boards. Big thing. Big big thing. Baaaaaah. Stoopid stuff.

Then she expresses her innate desire of bunking school once. Atleast once. Eureka! Two plus two and we decided to have her bunk the next day.

Took bath at 0430 hours, and left home at 0700 hours. We were drowsed as hibernating white rabbits. But a girl's got to do what she has got to do. We took a metro and landed at ICICI Bank in Connaught Place at 0800 hours. They're not used to expect customers at that hour. They despised us. We pretended we had to get a minor account for Maggie, while she sneaked into the toilet to change into casuals. Yayy! First adventure for the day! Woohoo. :-|

Took a bus at 0845 hours for Noida. It was a horrible horrible ride. Everyone sweaty and stinky. Maggie started to get body ache cuz of staying awake all night, and I started to feel pukish. Yayyy for bunking. Sigh.

It took us an hour and fifteen minutes to reach the mall. The Great India Mall. It was 10 n the morning and the mall was to open at 10 30. But a girl has got to do what she's got to do. I told the "bouncer" I had to puke. Very badly. He didn't let me in. I saw a chance when there wes a lot of general public for him to handle, and ran inside the mall. He couldn't run after me, of course. I went and told the manager I'll puke. "Mujhe ulti karni hai!!!!!!!" This is what I said. He let me in. I ran to the washroom, and finding the women's loo occupied, I went inside the handicapped one. I got locked up inside. And since there was nobody inside the mall, I kept banging the door and none answered for 5 minutes. Then suddenly a man shouted, "KAUN HAI BE!!!" I said I was locked up and asked for help. Instead, he called for other sweepers and all of them laughed for two minutes. :-| But they did help me get out.

Now we were inside the mall and tired as hell. Too much for a "Bee You En Kay" as Maggie lieks calling it in secret code.

Roamed about for quite a while and Maggie was warned for taking photos of the "architecture". Blwak.

We went to British council library from there. I got my membership renewed and got a free BCL tumbler. It had some scratches on its cap. I asked Maggie to get it exchanged three time, until the woman offered her to see all the pieces she had and let her choose from it.

Maggie, then had had enough from this bunk and went inside the children's section and slept in a library of which she wasn't even a member. She was tired indeed.

I went and sat on the computers with internet that they allow the members to use. There was a facebook login page open, with the user id typed as "Casanova Boy". I crossed the page and started to surf. For some reason, BCL has no restricted sites anymore and I could access my GMail inbox. After a while, an ugly woman in her mid 40s came from behind and said that she was using that comp. and how I just "took her place". She said she had a facebook page open. We know who the Casanova boy was. On a personal note, Eew.

I passed my time reading Practical Photography, the only magazine I've ever read for more than a page. Then I woke Maggie up and asked her to change into her school dress again. She got her clothes and went inside the washroom. As she came out, she dropped her token for the baggage deposit on the floor and it went under the wash basin. The new rebel, having bunked her first school day on fourth of July, America's Independence Day (When were they not independent?!), Maggie, bent down and put her head on the floor of a toilet and rubbed her hand under the sink to find the token. Happppy Bunking!

Then after a while I went out while she washed her hands and face, but I had this feeling I should see her expressions from the little glass window on the door. She was talking to herself in front of the toilet mirror, giving herself a wink and the "Yo!" sign, and as far as I could read from her lips she said, "Yes you bunked today!! *Wink wink* ".

We then managed to reach home in a metro, where we sat on the floor and a fat kid girl kept pressing her buttocks on Maggie's head.

As soon as we reached, we crashed.

I call it a day indeed.


PS: I know this was to be a story about Maggie's school bunk, but I am self obsessed and to be true, it WAS all about me anyway. :p Woohooo! :D

*Maggie is my 17 year old younger sister who is in constant denial of being a "good girl". She wants to be more liek me, the "spoilt" one who fights her way out of everything and gets her work done by hook, only. Too much for myself, yes. My younger brother(Rishi) and sister(Maggie) look up to me. They're proud of me. "Why shouldn't we be?", Maggie says, "You're 20 and gifting mom her first diamond with your own money!" I AM awesome, you know. ;)