Okay,this post is dedicated to someone very dear to me.

here it goes.

it beens a good 2 year knowing you, a solid year being with you. Its been a helluva ride for each other.

You' have always been there.

To watch movies,being the real good company.

To talk about the most irrelavant thing.

To annoy me by being awfully late,whenever we meet.

To sing me the songs, that irks me.

To make me realise how essential soccer was to a boy.

To always tell me about his soccer games and floorball matches.

To tell me how we always wanted to play soccer with me.

How he urged me to run,to be fit .

To make fun of me all the time.

To tell me about his friends.

To tell me that I'm not big.

To tell me how pretty I am,even more than Vanessa Hudgens and his pretty idols. (wonder why)

To tickle my funny bone.

To bring me wherever I wanted to,though the distance dint seem to matter.

To buy me the prettiest pair of earrings.

To suprise me on New Year Eve.

To giving me the best birthday.

To tolerate all my ego,bitching,whining and whatnot.

To suprise me after school by waiting outside my school(:

To remind me how special I am.

To remind me,how horrible i am also.

To motivating me in daytona.

To singing me songs,all the times
To store all my pictures in your phone and be your wallpaper(:
To make me realise why a girl needs a boy more than girl, sometimes.

Yes,this is not enough to tell you everything. But i really thought you deserve a credit on global level,though how much you hate this. & I dont regret talking to you last september and on oct 5th and also screwing all my papers. I'm sorry if i have not treat you right,but i do care alot about you.We really had gone a long way & it makes all the better. so, THANK YOU LINGESH!

Have a great birthday. You are now fifteen,behave like one.

i miss the days

when we had time for each other.
we teased and confessed.
we could meet up everyday.
we played in the swing.
we tried convincing ourselves.
you made me laugh.
we sang together.
how you made all my fridays.

as the computer screams, artic monkey's when the scummy sun goes down and the shabby singh's commentary. here I am, after a goood shopping spree with none other than the father,the younger brother and my uncle. thus, a shopping with the boys.

as I sat in my new ride, i kept pondering on why do i love to buy unneccessary stuffs and use them only occassionally then throw them away. answer being my dad. so here it goes, today he decided to get himself a new pair of shoes when the week before, he got himself a new shoes. that moment, i quite know where i got this unusual habit of mine. till date, he owes close to 13 pair of shoes that is more than my mom and myself.

I inherited alot from this man. from the wide forehead,the nose,the thick brows, the ability to entertain people and whatnot.

i know i would always be my daddy's little girl,even when my brother tries hard to impress him all the time by making the bitter coffee(hes not suppose to take sugar) while i always make him the moderately sweet coffee. then together with the brothers, we would have coffee with banquette from delifrance. Now that mister valluvan had gotten a new ride, he never fails to send his girl to and fro to school.

sucha sugar-daddy.

stop denying,it makes you real upset when i dont talk about you/say about you most of the time
when i dont give you the attention,you feel indifferent. you dont say a word though you really wish you could have a say. it irks you when i'm just no bothering you. it annoys you that i keep cancelling on you.

it does. for sure.
you know angels do exist. you know it damn right,who yours is.
then why hide?