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THE DAME




Vikkneshwari Rajendren
09/10/1992
Andersonian
NYJCian (for like a month)
SP Biotechnology

I'm in love with...
DRAMA! (I am so gonna get back in tune with it, just you wait.)
The Beach at night.
The Rain.
Getting wet in the rain.
The colour maroon.
Nice quiet parks.
Picnics with awesome people at nice quiet parks.

And the list goes on. =)

Love yourself. Really. =)

HER THOUGHTS

Aim for the sky, but sometimes you gotta work with what you have, and that might not be too bad; you end up appreciating things more.

Opinionated, but I certainly do care for others' feelings too.

Don't do what you wouldn't want done to you. The stuff that comes back can be pretty nasty.

Everything does happen for a reason, it's whether you learn from it or not.

And living life to the fullest might not necessarily mean going crazy and doing what everyone else is doing, but then again, my definition of crazy is probably worlds apart from yours, so, oh well.

THE BLOGGERS

Afiqa
Aliya
Amira
Athirah
Aqilah
Bavani
Bryan
Carmina
Cassandra
Chandrika
Cleo
Chrisll
Farah
Haziyah
Jacq Choo
Jacq Koh
Janielson
Jia Hao
Khairi
Lekha
Monica
Mrs Kamal
Nazira
Praveena
Salmah
Satish
Sharas
Sylvia
Tressa
Ulfah

IT'S OVER AND DONE WITH

August 2007
September 2007
October 2007
November 2007
December 2007
January 2008
February 2008
March 2008
April 2008
May 2008
September 2008
April 2009
May 2009
June 2009
July 2009
August 2009
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November 2009
December 2009
January 2010
February 2010
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April 2010
May 2010
June 2010
July 2010
August 2010

CHATTER


CREDITS GIVEN

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Take my hands in yours, and lead me to a dance...

|| Friday, May 15, 2009 ||


She wraps her arms tightly around his neck, while he draws her even closer to his body. She rests her head on his neck, bringing her legs closer to her chest. They sit, listening to the warm silence, both knowing that the afternoon was meant to be spent in each others' arms, with only trees and insects bearing witness to it. Thunder rumbles, and raindrops start to fall, slowly trickling down their faces. He straightens himself, gets off the bench, and leads her by the hand to the patch of grass. She has always wanted to have the perfect kiss in the rain. She closes her eyes, tilts her head up to the sky, and smiles. He takes her waist in his hands and presses his lips lightly against her neck. She straightens her neck, and looks at him. Slowly stroking his face, she rests her palm on his cheek. Her cold, silver ring sends a chill down his spine. His grip on her waist tightens. She gasps a little. Their eyes close, heads tilt, and their lips part, to become one. They kiss passionately, his hands exploring the every curve on her body, while she, feels the warmth from his familiar chest, weakening by the second in his hold. Raindrops fall, heavier and heavier, travelling down their foreheads, noses, and cheeks. They go with the flow of the rain.

They gaze into each other's eyes in silence, seeing much more than just their reflections. Much has been said, and thus the lack of need for words. As the cold rain sits on their skin, they draw warmth from each other. She takes in the scent of his skin. It feels almost like a moment from a movie. He brings his face closer to hers, looking up at the raindrops which have settled in her hair, like little glass beads. One remains in her eyelash. He kisses her almond-shaped eye. She presses her body against his. She wants to be close to him in every way possible. They've always imagined this moment. "Baby, you're beautiful," he says.


By the way, I had one of the most awesome days. =)

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