Pieces of a tattered soul across a stark white screen. Its been a long long time since I wrote here. This place has been my white queendom. The place where I poured out all the stark white depression of my life. Yet a tie had remained. Today, a year to the day I started this place, which became the core of my existence, I officially wrap up this bundle for good. I am officially closing my blog. I feel a lot of things.

Just heard this on my way back home. Absolutely loved it! GeeeHow did I miss listening to this before! I lie awake on a long, dark night. Slings and arrows are killing me inside. Simple living is my desperate cry. The earth is a voice.

Sunday, February 7, 2010. After a really really reallyyy long time, I am all alone, sitting in my room, enjoying every bit of the solitude am being offered. Of late life has been a party, hostel life is always a party. As I type this I can hear a gang of ppl - some of my batch mates - singing. At the top of their not so good voices, as they walk towards the college. I want to hold each day, every moment, and never let go. Lifes soon gonna change, and the.

Ma vie, mes envies. Abonne-toi à mon blog! Bienvenue sur mon blog! Secret life of Dim. Bonjour à toi lecteur de ce blog, de mon blog! Tu trouveras ici tout ce qui continu ma vie secrète, double vie partagée entre tradition et modernisme, ma famille et mon moi-profond.