colors of the sun

catty talk

languages i want to learn before i die:
Bengali (i want to feel what ravindranath tagore actually means with his poems)
Hindi(i do understand a 1/4 but yea i want to speak it too)
French(Talk to my purusha in dat language when im.. *blush*)
Latin (i jus like the way it sounds)

i miss him so much.. u noe theres always some problem in every love story..i jus hope i can withstand this one because even though hes a loosu kirukku paiya.. i jus i think hes the only kirrukku i can not get enuff off..im begining to see love as a pathway to my to life..and not life itself..im begining to see my education as a pathway to my career ...okie here is a crazy and dangerous question how can one person miss someone even if they are with u right there?

bah..everyday loosing another piece of my insanity.. oh yea check this out i read this off a site.. i loved it

Edward Field(1967)

It sometimes happens
that the woman you meet and fall in love with
is of that strange Transylvanian people
with an affinity for cats.

You take her to a restuarant, say, or a show,
on an ordinary date, being attracted
by the glitter in her slitty eyes and her catlike walk,
and afterwards of course you take her in your arms
and she turns into a black panther
and bites you to death.

Or perhaps you are saved in the nick of time
and she is tormented by the knowledge of her tendency:
That she daren't hug a man
unless she wants to risk clawing him up.

This puts you both in a difficult position--
panting lovers who are prevented from touching
not by bars but by circumstance:
You have terrible fights and say cruel things
for having the hots does not give you a sweet temper.

One night you are walking down a dark street
And hear the pad-pad of a panther following you,
but when you turn around there are only shadows,
or perhaps one shadow too many.

You approach, calling, "Who's there?"
and it leaps on you.
Luckily you have brought along your sword
and you stab it to death.

And before your eyes it turns into the woman you love,
her breast impaled on your sword,
her mouth dribbling blood saying she loved you
but couldn't help her tendency.

So death released her from the curse at last,
and you knew from the angelic smile on her dead face
that in spite of a life the devil owned,
love had won, and heaven pardoned her.

some notes on my life
- shld never put wat i think 100% on my blog
- share the same qualities * character as cat woman /cats....
- should talk in proper english without using URE for your and wit for with
- need to secure my financial matters asap ie:get a job,get my school done,be on my own,
-since u were a girl you wanted to be a princess ,if your becoming a woman start thinking of becoming queen ie:Rule instead of drooling of power
-I KNOW my ass is fyne so STFU
- still havent gotten my NAME changed legally yet..
-get back to your hyper self .. dont you miss dat already?

REMEMBER:women and cats will do as they please,dogs and men had better get used to it

Posted by Sshree at 2:24 PM