Bhindi
last year i forgot and this year it feels a little pointless. HAPPY BIRTHDAY anyway. love u.
i remember that birthday of mine, u turned up with a huge shoebox. a 'potol' and a 'bhindi' stuck inside it. To 'potol' from 'bhindi'. And a lot of glitter. sniff. u're always gonna be special. and i'm standing in front of ur picture singing. singing a little birthday song for u. i hope the wind carries it to u.
love
potol. aka pal aka weaver

peace

A geography class...
Teacher goes on and on about bird droppings. 'bird droppings are a huge industry....bird droppings blah bird droppings blahblah'
and all is fine and boring till somebody raises their hand....
"Ma'am, but what.." (and the tone mind you is like the next big philosophical question just about to be revealed) "but what....do birds drop?"

(yes it's a true story)

is it just weird or not to have a sense of achievement when u manage to sleep through an hour and a half of terrible and loud music right outside your room a few hours before your bedtime because u know u wont be able to study through it?

Change is good. but....
I HATE goodbyes.