I have a confession

I …went…to…watch…Kuruvi… *hanging head in shame*

What! What else can I do? I was deprived of Tamil movies… Midvalley practically went Tamil movieless for a few months, thus the cause of my deprivation.

Overall, it is not bad in a true Vijay sense…but more of a err…watchable kind. Say, something in the lines of Ghilli.

It’s my big fat mouth talking err blogging again

The readers (lurkers) are requested to acknowledge their presence AND are forced by the ‘victims’ to comment on their blogs. What the heck! Who has got time to comment and what is there to comment (hello!! It IS a time pass). The ‘victims’ first say they risk all by sharing their lives moments with strangers. Fair enough. You have a choice not to. And if you insist…then secure the bloody blog. You rant, rant and rant that you have no privacy and shameless insult the readers as lurkers and yet you leave the main gate of your house all wide and open, welcoming your ‘unwanted’ guests. Of course, when it involves intellectual properties, permission has to be granted and properly acknowledged. That is besides the point, anyway.

Your readers are the proof of your popularity. How do you think you get all the awards? By sheer meditation? Divine intervention? The fact is, you know you are popular. But that popularity has no place for you to show your arrogance.
If you want commenting readers but not the silent ones (the legitimate ones who increases your popularity, then please say so.
I for one, will gladly say, ‘adious, Amigo’!

Soft hearted girl

Boyfriend number one
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Few years later…
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Boyfriend number two
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A year later…
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Boyfriend number three
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Boyfriend number four
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Me to the softhearted girl: I think it’s about time you give yourself and your soft heartedness a break.

Come on, how many times can a person counsel such ‘nice and family orientated’ girls with guy problems.

Respected auntie and uncle, do you at least see how the good girls are? How they get ‘cheated’ by big bad guys who prey on sweet young things? But no, you are more concerned about that girl next door who sweared at the guy who ‘called’ her out. Yes, the one which hangs out with her guy friends (nevermind she is listening to her best friend’s problems), at the porch of her house. The one who was hugged by one of her friends *gasp* in front of her parents on getting her dream job. No. You don’t care bacause you have the perfect little ‘cultured’ child who will marry any guy whom you deem suitable for your angel. Unlike that girl across the road who is going to run away very soon with one of her many boyfriends.

Till then, auntie and uncle, I am keeping my fingers crossed on the odds your glowing light does not approach me with boyfriend number five heartbreak issues.