tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36524141.post1340679178910526484..comments2023-10-24T14:50:39.995+05:30Comments on Maybe's a nice word: Saturday Nightheh? okhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07311186089739264170noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36524141.post-20651905815998712172007-11-05T13:24:00.000+05:302007-11-05T13:24:00.000+05:30@ zzzzzi see that a lot of you are very amused at ...@ zzzzz<BR/>i see that a lot of you are very amused at my having to wait. what sort of strange happiness does this give you?heh? okhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07311186089739264170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36524141.post-17668929925274193402007-11-03T13:10:00.000+05:302007-11-03T13:10:00.000+05:30MURDER I MEAN.HEH HEHMURDER I MEAN.HEH HEHzzzzzz....https://www.blogger.com/profile/06695311589307345389noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36524141.post-28537654728874886482007-11-03T13:08:00.000+05:302007-11-03T13:08:00.000+05:30its nice...waiting for people.u know then that you...its nice...waiting for people.u know then that you are capable of merder.now should you not appreciate the opportunity?<BR/>this is because ive been late by 45mins sometimes and i have waited for an hour and half.you are not alone.A should be thanked for settling your karma score even!zzzzzz....https://www.blogger.com/profile/06695311589307345389noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36524141.post-44201748654990105032007-10-31T12:47:00.000+05:302007-10-31T12:47:00.000+05:30@ new age scheherazadenah, he was too deep in the ...@ new age scheherazade<BR/>nah, he was too deep in the depths of despair to be drinking only sprite. being late is good when you're coming to meet empathetic people who are a rarity at the best of times.heh? okhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07311186089739264170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36524141.post-36593065897236126972007-10-30T19:41:00.000+05:302007-10-30T19:41:00.000+05:30maybe it was sprite?and being late is good. people...maybe it was sprite?<BR/>and being late is good. people don't panic if you feel like sitting by the side of the road for a while while coming to meet them.new age scheherazadehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03261149207708986137noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36524141.post-26420500412248175292007-10-30T13:56:00.000+05:302007-10-30T13:56:00.000+05:30@ Ayou're welcome. it's just human nature to assum...@ A<BR/>you're welcome. it's just human nature to assume that compliments given under duress are schmucky in nature :)<BR/><BR/>@ doubletake, doublethink<BR/>it's nice coz in the evening you can't really tell how dirty the sea really is. ignorance is bliss.heh? okhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07311186089739264170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36524141.post-18236210489960611882007-10-30T09:35:00.000+05:302007-10-30T09:35:00.000+05:30it must be nice to be able to sit by the sea and t...it must be nice to be able to sit by the sea and talk. you should see the condition of the riverbank here.Doubletake, Doublethink.https://www.blogger.com/profile/09600185883998918369noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36524141.post-11824857958225887062007-10-29T19:12:00.000+05:302007-10-29T19:12:00.000+05:30A really thinks Heh was looking pretty, but she th...A really thinks Heh was looking pretty, but she thinks it was A's escape glib to justify delay. So A will tell lovers of cold ice-cream that Heh looks pretty when hot. From anger that is. She resents the pun.<BR/><BR/>The couple on the left and the lonely soul on the right mending a heartbreak, were the end spectrums of cardiac intricacies while we were in the middle of cerebral intricacies.<BR/><BR/>A loved the post and the evening and could magnify each moment into an individual post. You see, the glib dies down when the words flow from fingers.<BR/><BR/>A says thank you :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36524141.post-4810725470695615652007-10-29T17:17:00.000+05:302007-10-29T17:17:00.000+05:30@ rkwell, you will have occasion to rue your words...@ rk<BR/>well, you will have occasion to rue your words the next time we meet.<BR/><BR/>@ nin<BR/>oops..ehehehe. ab kya kahein, the memory of the kissy faces drove our very wonderful phone conversation at the station straight out of my mind. saarie! but what is my life without you? etc.heh? okhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07311186089739264170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36524141.post-21930189306917137602007-10-29T16:59:00.000+05:302007-10-29T16:59:00.000+05:30You mean mean person.... i was part of it too, but...You mean mean person.... i was part of it too, but you didnt even mention it.. sigh... one must resign oneself to a life of anonymity it seems.. it is so, so hard...ninkitahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14911321179175515761noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36524141.post-65716999398111630562007-10-29T15:23:00.000+05:302007-10-29T15:23:00.000+05:30Ha. Thanks A for making her wait. heh ok? Now you...Ha. Thanks A for making her wait. heh ok? Now you know how I feel almost every time we meet. Ha. <BR/><BR/>On another note (as this is your blog, I'd better not anger you too much), I like slow trains for the same reasons. But only when they are empty.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com