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boredom breeds insanity: January 2006
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Monday, January 30, 2006. A kid I shall be. Most of my friends are kids. I can talk to a baby for an hour, even if it is one year old and can’t say a word. O! I can talk to. Does that make me a kid? My dad still drops me at the bus stop. He is. A companion to my friends sometimes, that I stare from the other corner and wish he could leave me alone at the bus stop. Only when I get into the bus do I breathe the familiar air of grown-up. Does that mean I am. I got my first bus pass 3 months back. Achievemen...
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boredom breeds insanity: More obsession
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Monday, February 13, 2006. Not yet ,. Its only been an hour. Stop being tensed.". Her walking pace increased 10 fold in the course of the next one hour. And the phone rang. I answered obviously(she was tensed remember! He won. She was happy. I was elated! She won't bug me anymore. Matches are sweaty and painful with mom around. But he won. Way to go brother! LOL- Now who did you think this 'he' was? Posted by Poornaa Venkatesan at 11:25 PM. Hehe this is somewhere between the first and the second. :).
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boredom breeds insanity: Some obsession this! 55 again.....
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Wednesday, February 08, 2006. Two very encouraging comments made me write another one. Why hasn’t he come yet? He was always there at. What happened after that, she never knew. She barely felt the touch of his awaited arrival. What’s taking him so long? She kept wondering till she fell asleep. Come atlast. A touch was all she felt this time too. Ok thats all here! Last 2 exams postponed to friday, thanks to moharam. I am jobless for the time being.Hence this post. Off to catch up with some sleep. I call ...
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boredom breeds insanity: I go 55!
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Sunday, February 05, 2006. 55 words of fiction! It was the happening thing sometime back. O well since I'm not trendy and sounding different. Is something I love. He spoke all that he wasn't expected to. Did it have to end this way? What was will never be. He wasn't hers. Anymore. Life always played with her and left her powerless. Could she do anything about it? She had to move on. What's the point, after all? Word count - 55 ( I never thought I could do this. so YAY! PS: She'll miss him. Smoking is inj...
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boredom breeds insanity: August 2005
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Thursday, August 25, 2005. What I learn when I'm busy. Hmmm that was a pretty long break. well I was too bored even to write something in my blog. But now that I have something to look forward to in life(errr. thats not. True but thats how I console my jobless brain), like all the weird courses I'm doing which my MOM thinks is keeping me busy, I decided to write something. I start cursing my luck again coz it was already dark. I decide to call my brother and beg him well. He asks for. I expected/inte...
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boredom breeds insanity: How?
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Tuesday, July 22, 2008. I never believed in partying for nothing. Now when I think there is a reason to party, I realize I don't know how to. Its sad. This ignorance. Posted by Poornaa Venkatesan at 11:39 PM. Hyderabad, Andhra Pradesh, India. I call myself a Miss Know it all. Since I don't like to boast too much, I shall shut my mouth. View my complete profile. The (MIS)ADVENTURES and the OUTLOOK OF VBK. BotHack- Stuff you wanted to know aboutâ. The Twitching of the Upper Lip. THE WRITING ON THE WALL.
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boredom breeds insanity: Untitled
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Thursday, July 03, 2008. Its not a weird feeling. It has become a daily feature. Oh hell! Life is only that now. A terrible feeling of overcoming something really dreadful. I sulk. I have forgotten to laugh. There is no enthusiasm. Its just pissing whatever is. I am not cribbing. I am not being cancer-moody. I think I am in pain. But who is listening? Worse - who even wants to listen? I hate the world. But I still think life is great wherever it is going. Posted by Poornaa Venkatesan at 11:38 PM.
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boredom breeds insanity: Roger Federer
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Sunday, February 01, 2009. There is another post coming. But I guess I have to say this before that. Roger Federer is human. I just saw him cry. Now I love him. Not because he cried but because hes soo normal. He is not God. He is our kind. God save the commentators. Again, Federer - I love you. You are great! Posted by Poornaa Venkatesan at 7:06 PM. Lol ok pooh, glad you finally you got over that hatred! Hyderabad, Andhra Pradesh, India. View my complete profile. BotHack- Stuff you wanted to know aboutâ.
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boredom breeds insanity: Sree Ranganatha
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Monday, March 10, 2008. There was a time when I used to listen to ONLY this song. And I finally found it online today! So that phase shall start off on youtube now. :-D. I have no words. The song is just too beautiful. Aha Arabhi. Posted by Poornaa Venkatesan at 10:06 PM. Oh man . too good! Pliss update pannu. or is Microsoft keeping you that busy :P. Awesome is the word. Hyderabad, Andhra Pradesh, India. I call myself a Miss Know it all. Since I don't like to boast too much, I shall shut my mouth.
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boredom breeds insanity: February 2006
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Tuesday, February 28, 2006. I started speaking when I was one. I spoke on my first birthday and after that there was no stopping. I never stopped even when I was asked/ordered to. Chatterbox is one nick name that I can relate to, anyday. I absolutely LOVE babies who have just learn to speak. They are soooo cute. She told me she treats more children who can't speak due to environmental factors than children who can't speak because they can't hear. Makes What can I say? The children are given more. Attenti...
