listening to: dil chahta hai - dil chahta hai


Sometimes, it's just great to cry. Like right at this moment, dil really chahta hai to cry, for no reason at all. I know i can't and won't do it now, but it won't take much to instigate the tears. The lyrics of a song, the words from someone's mouth, the happinness that surrounds or even the thoughts in my head. I'm literally shivering and shaking because of this random, uncontrollable surge of emotions buzzing in me.

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Watched Garfield ze movie a couple of days ago, and my oh my was it PAINFUL!

a)Garfield didn't LOOK like Garfield
b)JLH's existence in this completely pointless film was completely pointless, although i'm sure the male species would beg to differ
c)Since we're ON the topic of JLH, whatever happened to having a dress sense?
d)...or acting? facial expression? Just giving another reason for feminists to rant and rave about the exploitation of females in this horrible world; particularly, the film industry.

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Yes, everyone. I am married and it just didn't occur to me for like even a microsecond to let any of you know. It just happened so soon, too quickly if you ask me. It was almost like the click of a mouse.
Thousand apologies.

What's the psychiatrists number again?