Hit the dance floor the moment we entered. That was ‘Salsa Night’ at Sparks on Sunday.
Danced till kingdom come from 9 to 12 taking breaks only to drink sprite.
Sprite is the secret of our energy, shiny hair, beautiful eyes, skin, pearly teeth and perhaps, it might get us husbands too :-) any advertising funda left?
Wasted half-an hour of my make-up session coaxing my partner in crime, Miss ‘J’ to cheer up and enjoy the party as it might be the last time we would be dancing together. (I use this line to blackmail her) Somebody in the US of Asses wanted to know what she would be wearing and who she would be dancing with.
Not happy if he is possessive, sad if he is not!
Her big brother dropped us and even asked us to call him up if it is late so that he could pick us up. What a sweet brother!
Dearies, the trust has been cultivated over the years after reporting every systole and diastole that she takes. From the past three and something years, I have been doing my part in winning the trust by asking her to go for late night movies and stuffs.
My skirt, hair was smelling of cigarette as I came out. Can’t imagine how much I must have inhaled that damn thing they were burning off.
your smoking is injurious to my health!
Wore a plain white salwar, went to the temple. The week has been going fine so far.
“Something in the wind has learned my name
And it's tellin' me that things are not the same
In the leaves on the trees and the touch of the breeze
There's a pleasin' sense of happiness for me…”
From the song “On top of the world”