I see Fingers' face :D
Bright and cheerful, good to see. :-) Now, for some Nash, here we go: A Lady Who Thinks She Is Thirty Unwillingly Miranda wakes,feels the sun with terror,one unwilling step she takes,shuddering to the mirror.Miranda in Miranda's sightis old and gray and dirty;twenty-nine she was last night;this morning she is thirty.Shining like the morning star,like the twilight shining,haunted by a calendar,Miranda is a-pining.Silly girl, silver girl,draw the mirror toward you;Time who makes the years to whirladorned as he adored you.Time is timelessness for you;calendars for the human;what's a year, or thirty, toLoveliness made woman?Oh, Night will not see thirty again,yet soft her wing, Miranda;pick up your glass and tell me, then—How old is Spring, Miranda? :-)
Nessa, dog, it is then! And how do you know how to write in bold and italics in the comment box? David tried to teach me but I just couldn't learn ya. Anyway, nice picture na? heeheeeeAbhishek, if it helps explain in any way, that's a picture of my friend and me.
Heretic, that's a lovely pome! Thanks...(I know it wasn't meant literally but I'm not thirty!)
Yes, nice picture indeed :D I sent you an email with instructions.. Showing you tags is difficult here :(
Oh good, you didn't seem to mind all the unsolicited advice. That's the trouble with advice, isn't it... it's so easy to tell others what to do and so difficult to follow it yourself :-)So, we gather the frand is from another city...
yes - you look like frends all right.
BOLD Italics Works!
In this two-in-one, which one is the one that is U? Newez, teh one on the right luks like Ruby Bhatia. Dunno if U herd of her...
hello Ruby Bhatia...how are ye doing...?? nice pic...;Dcheersz
Ghost, yup, she's not around now.Finny, hmm.Swapnil, hmm.Sandy, I don't like Ruby Bhatia ya!Zofo, hello!!
Hey, so U don like ruby ya. Dats oghay. Newez, from the impression the blog givs, U r more like a crazy diamond!Shine on!
Yes you do ... look like Ruby Bhatia, that is - you could be her twin!
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Silly goosewilly things that make days turn into osmotic nights and vice versa. For most part, this is balderdash that only makes sense to me.
May those of you who tread past and understand not a thing, rest in peace.