It was real too late to draw up a plan to hover anywhere coz I made it early to submit my p/p to the immigration office. Now I am left with the only choice to travel in my dreams which is not as frequent as my sleep. I just can’t get to think of my insomniac nights. It really sounds queer for this sleeping log but as I said before I can decipher the code to this illness. Contradictory, I can sleep really late in the day time. That explains my nocturnal days which, not surprisingly reminds me of my Bangalore days: Times that I have cherished the most and I still live my moment in those sweet memories. I don’t want me to be nostalgic to stop letting myself live this moments. So to inhale the life outside, I went out for a cute origami class. It was fun, educative and above all, brought back all my childhood memoirs; A carefree life, wildly in love with my innocence and doing everything that I was told not to.
Anyways, origami was all about being a child again but with reason and laughs at the small queer things you crave out! Hmmm it shows my creativity… have a look!!!!!!!!!!!
i saw in my mind,,,,relli cute...
ReplyDeletemissin u n missin tym in blr :(
i relish in dose memoirs...
ReplyDeleteode 2 dat.. hehehee
chaana miss marti ni.... yen mar beku? gothila.///
..dats y its been said ..child is d father of man...
ReplyDelete..dat is d most beauful n innocent phase of our life...
..u brought me back dos memories...d ones which i always cherish...
nanu gothilla tash..evn me too tash.....
ReplyDeleteyen madala,just continue cherishin dem...
love u.........