yes, i try to draw...

ME...<3

Hmmmm...i wrote that 1200 characters were not enough to describe me & that's true...

People think i`m talkative...people say i`m shy...people think i`m weird...people say i`m a total blonde...people don`t believe i can even rhyme 'love' with 'dove'...people say i`m gullible...people think...oh, people think too much! Honestly, i don`t care what they say about me...there`s a fallout boy song which goes "i don`t care what u think as long as itz about me"...people just do not get me...some do and that's why they`re my best friends but the rest of the world...harsh, cruel and judging...i constantly try to fight it...beat the natural order of things..
Well, let me tell you about myself. My name`s Priyanka Mehta. I love me. Yes, i may well be the girl who sits in a corner daydreaming as the world fast-forwards by. You know, i could try and hide in lil bubble and try to stay unnoticed but i`m pretty much hard to miss! Well, for starters, i`m a five foot, eight inched foreign-looking girl in India with long brown hair. Yeah, hiding? Not so much...

If you asked to describe myself with one word, it would be narcissist and bloody proud of it! There isn`t a mirror i can pass without so much a glance at myself. Out of 300 hundred pictures on my phone, 250 are of me. Sheesh, its my phone! Hey, i`m a Leo...just living up to my sun sign! Proud (and majestic ^_^)!

Another thing? I love drawing. There isn`t a single desk in my class that doesn`t have my doodling on them. I may not draw well, but its my first love! I absolutely adore Japanese mangas and i`m not afraid to say it! Oh, one of my brilliant (according to me) ideas is to graphitise my car (when i get one, that is). You`re all welcome to join me. (i copyright that idea, by the way) Only, i figured monsoon and weathering is going to be a problem...*sigh* =)

Well my second love is music. I can`t play an instrument, unfortunately! =( All i can do is sing (i suggest you invest in a pair of earplugs (: ).

I`m not exactly blessed with writing skills but i try my best! I wrote the song (The girl who couldn`t cry), its not exactly good and it doesn`t rhyme but i`m proud of it all the same! :) I love talking on the phone, listening to music, swimming, dancing, singing, taking pictures (i`m not my only subject, you know!) and doing alot of shit. Now, i`v got to go cram in twenty-eight history chapters *sigh* so ciao!

Bleh!!! writerz block!

is it sooo wrong to like someone u really shouldnt? if he doesnt acknowledge ur presence...or mayb cos he is th guy wit th worst reputation so far...if hez jus bad ofr u? itz nt lyk hez into th vices of sortz but still hez nt th best lukin nd he really is twisted...playz gamez...likes th typically hot ppl...itz wierd but i guess datz y im drawn to him...i dono...fish, im confused....aiyaya!!!

problemz, problemz...so evidently a part of life...bein a teenager is hard nd confusin...gah! =(

The Girl Who Could Not Cry....

They knew she was different,
From the day she was born,
But they never noiced,
Until that day,
Her mother died...
She loved her so much,
But she never cried,
Not once, Not at all,
This is the story of the girl who could not cry,
No matter if it hurt,
No one knew why...no one knew why....
When the leaves fell off the trees,
The cold wind blew that fall,
He broke her heart that day,
Ripped right into two...
But she didnt cry,
She loved him so much,
But she never cried,
No, she never cried,
Not once, not at all...
This is the story of the girl who could not cry,
No matter if it hurt,
No one knew why...
He broke her heart,
But she never cried...she didnt cry...
Nothing went well,
Her job began to suck,
Wakin' up at four am,
And walk through the muck,
But she never cried...
And then one day, she got fired,
Overdue bills pilled up,
But, oh, she never cried...(x2)
They evicted her,
The movers came along,
She packed her bags,
And moved downtown,
And there he was...
Oh, the boy who didnt cry...
All of a sudden...
This is the story of the girl who could not cry,
No matter if it hurt,
No one knew why...
They met...they kissed...
After that, they didnt need to cry,
Together they couldnt cry,
They wouldnt cry,
Didnt cry...................