Introduction
Speak not, lie hidden, and conceal
the way you dream, the things you feel.
Deep in your spirit let them rise
akin to stars in crystal skies
that set before the night is blurred:
delight in them and speak no word.
How can a heart expression find?
How should another know your mind?
Will he discern what quickens you?
A thought once uttered is untrue.
Dimmed is the fountainhead when stirred:
drink at the source and speak no word.
Live in your inner self alone
within your soul a world has grown,
the magic of veiled thoughts that might
be blinded by the outer light,
drowned in the noise of day, unheard...
take in their song and speak no word.
Me
I am
-Madhu-
Age of
-89-
Loves
-Ancient history, anthropology, dinosaurs, cryptozoology, serial killers, neurofibromatosis, LOST!, Bones, How I met Your Mother, The Nanny, Monk etc-
Hates
-Not having a job and being a slob-
Dreams
-No space to put them all in-
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Tuesday, March 25, 2008
SIGH. After gazillion years, our food corner is finally filled with vaguely nice things (peanuts, potato chips and broad beans) and I can't touch it because my mom believes that I, Madhumitha, finish off all the junk food in the house too fast and leave none for the rest (MYTH!). Hence, I have to be appreciated for displaying unimaginable amounts of will power and determination. You see, my dear mother's idea of snack has always sugar-free and tasteless biscuits which never get touched unless we are that desperate. This is a rarity, finally an opportunity for celebration but it's the age old problem of so-close-yet-so-far! Ah, I am such a theenipandaram that I should learn to be more controlled, shall try out and see! :)
Anyway, I am suffering from sheer embarrassment because of stoopid Serene for blabbering myths about me to Divya and Geeva and boy, did she choose the wrong people to blabber to. Divya has already disclosed inaccurate information to Bhuvan and Prash so God save me as who else is gonna believe such dumb vathanthis. As if that were not enough, the great idiots called Pei Xian and Sara keep saying -----'s name out loud whenever they see -----. Just like how we tease Pei Xian when -- ---- is around. Maybe I am getting my own bitter taste of retribution and it is super sucky.
Saw Dheesha and Vani today in the canteen and they told me a LOT of useful information. Pei Xian and Sara, if you are reading this, I've so much to update how our lovely teachers cos' those two got the same teachers as our class. Yup.
The End
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