this made my day

Cristiano Ronaldo

i love him so much :')

Anonymity.

strange thing that. she wasn't quite sure how she felt about it.
   They don't know who I am,  they only see what I show them. 

   They don't know who I am, so I can let them in on everything. They'd judge me - that's what they all do - but their verdicts are insubstantial because they do not know who they are pointing fingers at. 

   They don't know who I am and that gives them the courage to be brutally honest.

   They don't know I am and that makes it possible for me to say exactly what I have to say, shorn off all pretense and politeness. 

   They don't know who I am, so I needn't bother to defend myself.

   They don't know who I am which means I have a place to hide.

   They don't know who I am, so I can be who I want to be. 

   They don't know who I am, and that gives me the power to get away with anything.
she did quite like it in the beginning. but with time she began to realise, with anonymity comes invisibility. and that is a price she isn't sure she's willing to pay.

P.S. forgive me for my absence, my *innumerable* readers. (x i can't offer you an explanation, it's just that blogging stopped feeling right for a while. but i'm back now... i think.
   oh and:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LUKE WRIGHT!

  HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUCAS!

   i started obsessing over him a week back. Lucas Piazón. such lovely silky brown hair, and his SMILE! oh his smile... <love sigh> don't you simply hate it when men do that to you?

   he turned eighteen today. and i'm on my way to sixteen. i mean, think of all the POSSIBILITIES!!

- i go to England, meet him at a bar. it's love at first.

- i go to Brazil, bump into him in a random mall. our eyes meet, sparks fly. it's meant to be.

   if only, IF ONLY it would all work out!

Five reasons why i'm failing in my History exam on Monday

1. sadly:

it was all wet and cold this morning and i don't know why... i couldn't help but think about him, picture a 101 different scenarios, all with, perfect happy endings... *sigh*

   and that's what i did all morning.

2. i spent all afternoon watching the KFC Big Bash.
  i couldn't helpy myself - i finally got to watch him play! after nearly a YEAR!!

Luke Wright (Melbourne Stars vs. Melbourne Renegades)

he is such a gorgeous man.

3. i spent one part of my evening watching Charlie's Angels 1 AND 2, back to back.

Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle

   i remember pretending to be Dylan when i was a kid.
when i was a kid who didn't have a big fat book to learn up by Sunday.

4. the rest of my evening was spent catching up on all the happenings in the lives of the other super hot English cricketers oh and in the process, i found this:

my Jimmy is The Bomb. ^^

5. and now i'm off to bed.

#epic: IV

   today is s'posed to be all about physics and nothing else. sadly, i found the following pictures and i ended up spending all morning drooling over two of the hottest blue eyed men to have ever existed:

Jared Leto

 doesn't he just make you wanna melllttttttt?

Bradley Cooper

i simply can't get enough of him.

so much for keeping my nose to the grindstone.

five pictures i randomly feel like posting

The Addams Family

remember The Addams Family? the Hand ruined my childhood.

The Little Mermaid

i'm fifteen, going on sixteen and i've never kissed a boy. (x

Finding Nemo

it may seem senseless, but i actually get what he means.

A Walk To Remember

<sigh> :')

Bradley Cooper (Hangover)

and that's the Sexiest Man Alive for you.

five pictures i randomly feel like posting

i'm being a little too emo lately, am i not?

i think i liked her best in Breakfast at Tiffany's. ^^

this is one of the best parts of being a girl :D

Adam Levine - you are HOT.

but you, my love, are the hottest. ♥

when life goes bleh: Part II

   when life goes bleh, you read soppy romantic novels a.k.a a Nicholas Sparks' piece, and watch soppy romantic movies a.k.a a movie based on a Nicholas Sparks' piece.
   my pick today was The Notebook (for the zillionth time).

 i read it AND watched the movie (corniness much?) but anyway, they had the desired effect: reduced to me to a sniffly, puffy-eyed, in-love-with-love-but-oh-so-lonely-girl (well, actually i am that most of the time, minus the sniffling and puffiness of eyes).
   here are the bits that got to me the most:

#epic: II

ALL HAIL THE BRADLEY COOPER!

meet my boys ♥

CELEBRATE!! for England has won the Test series and now claim the top spot in Test ranking! ^^

here are some cute pictures i found today. (: (you won't find Luke though. he doesn't play Test matches)

in dire need of a Portkey to:

a 30 Seconds To Mars concert.

#epic:I

just found this. HAD to share.

make believe this man was yours! <love sigh>

in my quest for an *ANT*idote to boredom

skipping a day in school on the pretext of studying just never works out.
    instead of doing the 4 lessons i promised myself i'd finish by today, here i am, amidst sunflowers, Adele and the very gorgeous Cristiano Ronaldo (who has an overall total of 7 goals in the 7 preseason games, btw). i've already shared the sunflowers and Adele... let's stop for a minute and drool over this before we move on to my next topic:

....okay....
*reluctantly drags eyes away from picture*
moving on....

i also want:

George Craig.

Swanny, OH SWANNY!!

Note: i am fully aware that the Ashes was played last year [i think?] and that this post is totally outdated.  
 just spent the whle of yesterday afternoon watching Swanny's Ashes Video Diary and now i can officially declare:
I AM MADLY IN LOVE WITH THE ENGLISH CRICKET TEAM!!

Luke, Luke, OH LUKE!! - Part II (but this time sans Luke)

   <if you haven't read Part I yet, please do so.>

   it's been 2 days since India won the ICC World Cup '11. TWO days. and yet everywhere i go all i see is [ugly] men in blue splashed all over the place and all i hear is "India.. blah blah blah blah world cup blah blah blah Dhoni blah blah blah  India...." you get the point. i'm not saying i'm not proud of  my country's achievement - i am. GO TEAM!! i know, i know we just won the Cup after 28 loooong years but seriously, GET OVER IT.
   you disagree? hmm... i guess maybe i am being a tad bit too indifferent. maybe if it was some other sport, namely football, i would've been more enthusiastic. and remember - *extremely anti-cricket person speaking here*. so you really can't blame me, can you? plus, this time i actually TRIED to appreciate the sport - something i failed in miserably - but atleast i did watch a couple of games! and i'll admit it wasn't all that bad. bad, but bearable. bearable enough to make me change my mind about cricket being worse than WWE. so i dedicate this post to sharing with you the meager joys of watching cricket. and i mean CRICKET. not cricket-when-Luke-Wright-is-playing-cricket [yeah, there's a difference].

Luke, Luke, OH LUKE!!

*this should've been posted nearly a week back but i've been really busy lately so my apologies.*
on the 26th of March there i was, crying my eyes out.
why?
ENGLAND HAD CRASHED OUT OF THE WC.
    truth be told, i'm the most anti-cricket person on the planet. it's the most monotonous, pointless game i've ever come across. i'd rather watch WWE than watch a game of cricket and boy, you do NOT know how much i detest WWE. the worst part? THERE ISN'T A SINGLE HOT CRICKETER ON THE PLANET.

or so i thought.