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Why I don't write often.

I have a calendar of quotes. One of the quote says, 'The Hardest thing in a task is to begin it!' This is not the case with me though. The thing which is hard for me is to continue with my work. I have around seven drafts here in my blog. Why?
Because I want to listen to some songs first! Have some more sleep. Play badminton. Watch Discovery. Order Pizza. Have late night calls with my best of friends, including mom. Open 34712329 tabs at the same time and still do nothing. Check my Facebook every 5 minutes though I know there is nothing in it. Change my Whatsapp pic and status after every 12 hours. Click myself. Play with my hair. Sing songs. Play Guitar. Play Harmonium. And, yes, Dance!
After all this I get so tired that I go off to sleep again! WOW. Before sleeping I always tell myself _ 'You are definitely goin to write a post tomorrow. You'll get up early. Do some meditation. Plan things and execute them accordingly.' And how things actually happen_As if it is evident that I'm messing up my eye liner but I continue applying it till my eyes turn scary, hence delaying the next try!
Not that my days go boring, but I don't even try to make them exciting. One thing I love doin is Dance. Oh! I love it so much. I ain't blowing my own trumpet, but the way my body moves is sexy, alluring! ;) I specially dress myself before I begin! It makes my soul come alive. I can dance for hours. Limited number of hours, man! Duh!
I was about to write something else!
Ya. I don't have any boyfriend/s and I'm so happy. A free bird. No boundaries. I have no secrets. Nothing such that I should hide.
Man, do you think I'm mad? You are right if you do for what I've written above.
My friends tell me how jolly good they are with their partners and then I have that urge to have such a life. But then I'm equally happy being Forever  alone when they tell me about their fights! Hah! That is the time when I pat my back, clap and grin. And I'm happy bout the fact that I have nothing to hide from my parents.
Putting my defenses up, Cause I don't wanna fall in love, If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart attack! 
My phone just rang and this song is my ringtone so I thought I should include this line in my post. It suits the situation mentioned. Doesn't it? I'm so funny. Lol!
Well, I don't go for get-togethers n parties. Why?
Because I don't have anything to wear and this has no relation with the fact the my closet is over-flowing with clothes. Please! And my friends don't stay close to my place. Actually, I don't stay close to their place. And it's NOT the same thing. Okay? My closest of friends stay in different cities! Shit man.
What else? One funny thing that happened to me a few days back. I so love wearing Men's T-shirts. I believe, they are the most comfortable attire. Because, I'm pretty tall n slim, they suit me well and I don't hesitate to wear them anywhere. I went to my school to collect a few documents. When I was bout to exit the main gate, I saw two boys entering and guess what? One of the boys was wearing the exact same T-shirt. The same color! Wtf.
Honestly, I did not know how to react. I started laughing and so did he. He was a junior, I think.
Was I embarrassed? Ashamed? Not-at-all. I was confident bout how I was looking.

If you call this bad, Idgaf! Hah!
















See, I don't bring excitement in my life. It runs behind me! It's like I see a banana skin lying in front of me and I step on it. Ah! I call that sadism. The pain gives me pleasure n stuff. I had written a post on that, too!
At times, I feel like that caged bird who sees the door open but doesn't wish to fly.
That gay, whose partner has shifted to a different continent and the only thing in his neighborhood is a girls' hostel!
That child who has dropped his ice-cream and has enough bucks to buy ten more but he decides to crib over the one he lost!

Silly me! My life, at present is like_ I'm wearing a bottle green dress with glossy red ear rings, Pink nail paint (Sheeeesh!), Black eye shadow, two pig-tails, No gloss (Only the thought of this is choking), Blue Fastrack watch (the one in the pic), and golden heels. Yuk, I'm also bout to vomit!
Still, I manage to look better than Lady Gaga!!!

So, I don't write often as I don't have stuff to write, you see!
So evident, yeah!







Comments

  1. subramaniam19 December 2013 at 20:28

    Nice blog you have got! Read some of your posts and loved it. Well written :)
    And Yeah! So evident that you don't have stuff to write about :P :D

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    1. I Express20 December 2013 at 06:22

      Thank you (:
      I admit this one is lame.
      The phase of boredom made me write it. -.-'

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