A day well spent...

This post,is not gonna be a sarcastic post or even a laughable one.So if you think my humour-graph is downward sloping,so be it!
This day was well spent,starting with awesome silky hair,correctly solved Differentiation,reading someone else's love letter and presenting the critical appreciation to the clean shaven guy[who got suspected to have removed his hair by Anne French]who had written it.Attending the AWESOM-EST party of the year,assuring people about my ethnicity,talking a lot and spending a lot of time with...yea whatever.Getting appreciative comments for a nice face[the hall had dim lights],and "CUTE!CUTE!CUTE!CUTE" assuring comments,again spending a whole evening with...yea whatever.
Laughing at the blatant frank avowal of...yea whatever.Making you google avowal :D
Forgetting to take the camera.
Telling mom about the leaked love letter and realizing thus,ugly or pretty out of 48 students in my class 41 has a boy friend to think about,while I fall among the leftovers,because of the list of criteria.
Getting my photos clicked in...yea whatever's camera,and then deciding to meet again to see the pictures,just for the sake of it.
.........And Boom!back to square one. ):

Cheerio!

p.s.-i forgot to warn you:this is pathetically boring. :D

Doodle 3:Showerhuff Episode

Clickforthelargerversion.*Sighs*whydoIhavetotellyoueverything?

For Neeru:

~And once again Showerhuff,shaved your day!~

Doodle 2:Showerhuff Episodes

For Rajeev:
Seduced by his suicidal blog,Showerhuff designs a special dagger to rescue Emo-Goth from their gallows.
~Showerhuff shaves the day!~

For Neeru:

....and Showerhuff learns water management from her EVE book and stores the water in her Johad[Updated Version].Later she uses it to grow wheat and feed the poor.

~Showerhuff shaves the day!~

For Harsh[ad.]:

And yet again...~Showerhuff,shaves the day.how?O_o~

Doodle 1

Initially I tried doodling myself.
got the eyes right.
But she looks less like me and more like a manly female.LOL.

Whatever matters...is definitely not the skin.

When I was born,I was black.
When I got bruised,I was black.
When I felt like puking,I was black.
When I got married,I was black.
When I died,I was still...BLACK.

When you were born,you were red.
When you got bruised,you were purple.
When you felt like puking,you were green.
When you got married,you were pink.
When you died,you were grey.

And still...still you fucking Gora,you got 'em freaking nerves,'em fronts to call me coloured?!

~Updates~

I have been drawing a Tibetan flag,all evening.
Why?You'll get 5 $ if you answer this,and 5$ more to figure out that I'm poor resource-wise.
~Why does the blog look like an unnoticeable online diary?~
*After-effects of Aaron's-journal reading*



I SWEAR,I SWEAR,I'll come up with something less-lamer than this,next time.
Con Amore Losers.
(:

Emotional Shit-Part 2

He is "a certain kind of Indian male, overbearing, vain, self-centred - yet, for all that, not unlikeable".......