Pages from my Diary when I was 17
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Never did I get a rose on Valentine’s Day.
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My friends are generous enough to share their
chocolates with me; their boyfriends has a good taste for chocolates.
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She is looking so pretty in that dress, the
radiance owes to her happiness.
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Stories of someone getting love bites on their
necks.
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Gifts, wow, some got really expensive gifts.
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She has a gorgeous figure; he is sure to go
crazy over her.
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She is so lucky to have him; both of them are
meant of each other.
Pages from my Diary: 2013
·Roses are expensive; come on! It is not some high budget movie…if it is, then throw petals from helicopter and suffer broken
bones.
· Are we aware of the political economy
of a country, the politics of core and periphery.
· Big brands, these shoes, that cloth line…if
only we know the laborers in the manufacturing industries are exploited big
time.
·People
suffering from HIV/AIDS should not be discriminated, and we should know that
gay people are not the ones who destroys the sanctity of marriage, it is the
sexually frustrated- pervert- sex maniac- greedy -bastards who does. Don’t
stare at my legs when your wife is peacefully resting her head on your
shoulder.
- Gifts are substitute for our short comings, try making something out of your own hands.
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Tell her to eat healthy.
- · Editing: It is not till death do us apart, it is till debt do us apart. Money matters, sooner we realise the better.
