Its the day.
The birthday. What I don't understand sometimes is why people make such a fuss out of the day, but then sometimes you do want people to make a fuss out of it. Basically its always greener on the other side.
Heard: Man proposes, God disposes?
Well, its sad how I fell ill right on my birthday. So ill that I can't even type any further.
Managed to force a smile and strike a pose for you'll. Will do a detailed post when I'm fine. This is what I wore on my birthday, at home of course. I've blurred the pictures a little because I want to show you how it actually looks. You've seen these pants before. Remember? I just styled them differently this time. :)
More on this later. Sneak a peek eh?
Okay, I can't type more. Really? I'f like to thank everyone who made this birthday special, with all the shit that happened. Thanks to Ni first of all for making it so so so special! And if you subscribe to her newsletter you'd know she even wished me there. She's such a darling. Thanks to Farzi, Neha, Rabia, Paanipuri Lover, Jack Uncle (For that wonderful card) and all the people who wished me on twitter. :) You made it even more special.
I'm finally SEVENTEEN
bitches . (Maybe I shouldn't cuss).
I miss sixteenth though, had such a birthday bash, but still im sure this year's going to be eventful. Gaaaah! Yipeeee.
Till next time, I better sleep now.
LESSON OF THE DAY: Small things can make you feel very special. This somehow seems to be what I'm learning often these days.
Oh and since I can't give you'll much, this much for you!