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My previous post..sometimes, I just feel this exact same way I did in August 2008.

This week, was a real maniac. As if I lived my lifetime in this one. I did what I wanted to do. I made me happy. Everything is seemingly back to normal. Things are trying to look upbeat. But then there's always a But. Imogen Heap talks to my soul, never thought I could ever let Dido feel uncomfortable..but she speaks to me.Come here boy. Is the true story of Miss Vyzzkid...lol...but it's so bloody true, it's like imagination in real. It's so many ways , it's so many colours, it's the upstream of biorhythms. It's the acquisitions of companies and lovers. It's a moronic self deprecatory journey of consolation.

It's an amazed wonder of life. It's a dope journey I've never been on. It's all that and more. It's that solitude which you feel traveling in a crowded bus, on that Mahim bridge, watching the glittering murky waters, and neon signs. It's your own mirror, It's all that you have done. If it is a sense of achievement. If it's a smile. It's something. At least, it's not a foreboding. It's something lingering. It's possibly profound. If it means to wrinkle your face just a tad little. It means that you are accepted, in this little universe, where your visa is the sole idea of being fearlessly, happy.

Welcome to my world.

Dedicated to Imogen Heap...Curls. Yellow teeth and The adorably brave Ashton Kutcher and Demi Moore.Don't ask why but some things happen.