Simply Put.

How shall we analyse you this evening?

Shall we start with your outer covering, the gold you often display to new acquaintances?
Or shall we wait till you trip, so that that the thin foil peels, and your true colour's seen?
Shocked though we may be at the drastic change, we say nothing, but continue to examine you.
In silence, we stumble upon the shell, the armour of sorts.
Surprisingly, this gives way, after a few gentle taps, and all's soft and sweet inside.
Maybe you weren't as bad as we thought you were.
Perhaps we should have stopped here.
But we go on.
Deeper and deeper, until even the most doubtful ones are satisfied, when-
CRACK!
There's a hard nut right in your heart.

And after this happens a couple of times with different people, we begin to realise, hey, this is becoming as ordinary as eating a ferrero rocher.

okay shanti and shilpa, i won't delete this. thanks for tagging, by the way =] but do excuse me if i don't update often enough.





i'm writing a little story. but i'm stuck. again. that's the problem with giving characters in the story a life of their own. they think for themselves and do or say things that i cant change. arghhh. i've written about two paragraphs, but i'll put up the whole thing as one piece when i'm done ok?



school's been okay. my music's keeping me going.

i can't wait for the cricket camp =]

i can't think of anything else to write now.

I think i'm going to delete this blog.