Hmm so my college over and all curiculum over I now set my eyes on future. Well I have 4 theory papers to apprear for but that will go on. Right now I am trying for a chance for higher education in foreign country. Well I have my 12th lord venus in swati nakshatra and in meen navmas. So its quite possible I ll go abroad. So its not something thats beyond my fate. Every single astrolger may be my great sir or some amateur friend has told me that I will be going abroad. So I am trying for it. See I have a little attraction about western culture but its not that i "have" to go or something. Well I am trying thats true. hmm Venus in 12th has the responsiblity to send me abroad lets hope she shines and helps me do it. Well its very powerful for sure so I dont question all those predictions even I would have said the same thing.
This blog will stand testimonial to venus's and astrology's righteousness. hehehe. lets hope it does.
Anyway today was mothers day, so brought my mother a cake. We all ate the cake and enjoyed the day. Didnt I tell you people now a days i am living a very nice life. Rahu is letting me enjoy the unpredictivenes that he brings with himself. Well I expect my next gift from rahu soon. As soon as in july/august. Rahu is going to gift me love in life. He is going to bless me with a GF. hahahaha. Well thats what i say eheheh.
hmm from rahu to the the of love venus. I am embedding the best love song ever its a legend by my standards. Its Rose by westlife. I am hopeless romantic owing all the romance to the super powerful Venus. So from the priest of venus(me) comes the love song Rose along with lyrics
Some say love it is a river
That drowns the tender reed.
Some say love it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love it is a hunger
An endless, aching need
I say love it is a flower,
And you it's only seed.
It's the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking
That never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken,
Who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying
That never learns to live.
When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long.
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong.
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed that with the sun's love,
In the spring, becomes the rose.
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