bekaaraa nakaarraaa
I am writing blah.
Sleeping on the sofa's, is in fact very uncomfortable. The coldness of the leather penetrating through your pants and not giving them a single opportunity to get warmed. My room is going to turn Lavender and one wall ocean turquaz ( turquoise). Ergo, sleeping on the sofa. I could be sleeping in my sister's room but they decided to.. Well never mind.
STORY OF THE WORD TURQUOISE
The word turquoise was derived around 16th century from the French language either from the word forTurkish (Turquois) or dark-blue stone (pierre turquin). This may have arisen from a misconception: turquoise does not occur in Turkey but was traded at Turkish bazaars to Venetian merchants who brought it to Europe.
Today, I went through all the pictures on my fb profile, looking for the number of pictures of the two people with me, I used to call my bestfriends.
Turns out, there aren't many. I miss them, sometimes; no, I missed them today, only 'cause I brought myself to think about them. I don't need to think about them. I do. I don't. I am just fine.
My day was boring. I smell like Rose Water. And it's burning my nostrils. Erk.
Okay, i am done.
Sleeping on the sofa's, is in fact very uncomfortable. The coldness of the leather penetrating through your pants and not giving them a single opportunity to get warmed. My room is going to turn Lavender and one wall ocean turquaz ( turquoise). Ergo, sleeping on the sofa. I could be sleeping in my sister's room but they decided to.. Well never mind.
STORY OF THE WORD TURQUOISE
The word turquoise was derived around 16th century from the French language either from the word forTurkish (Turquois) or dark-blue stone (pierre turquin). This may have arisen from a misconception: turquoise does not occur in Turkey but was traded at Turkish bazaars to Venetian merchants who brought it to Europe.
Today, I went through all the pictures on my fb profile, looking for the number of pictures of the two people with me, I used to call my bestfriends.
Turns out, there aren't many. I miss them, sometimes; no, I missed them today, only 'cause I brought myself to think about them. I don't need to think about them. I do. I don't. I am just fine.
My day was boring. I smell like Rose Water. And it's burning my nostrils. Erk.
Okay, i am done.
Comments
good... dats what keeps my interest in blogs tho.. the amount of randomness u can read...
how come u r not on my fb :P !
Somedays I reminisce,other days- I think that if I'm not in their thoughts, why should they invade mine?
:|
JA KER NAHAO!
so i had to oil them and tie them in a bun
:P
Lunatic.
Do you mean the content or do you mean the template? :D makes a lot difference
randomly random randomnessss! :D
rose water smells weird!
but its good for cleaning ur eyes :P