...because I'm so random

Every night as I change into my pajamas and decide to retire for the day, like a lot of people, I think of the day that has been. After a quick recollection, I log in to blogger to type out a blog post, but instead I look at the blank space, eventually browse a few frequently updated blogs, sigh at my inability to produce words, and leave blogging for another day.

This blog used to be like a diary to me, a venting space, a canvas to paint my day in words and record the good and the bad things that happened to me during the day. It always helped. A look into the unpleasantness kept me grounded, made me realize my mistakes. Meanwhile writing about the pleasant moments always made me smile when I came back to read them at times when I needed that random lift in my mood the most.

It's not the same anymore. And I can either attribute it to being less motivated to etch the memories of this phase of my life into the walls of my blog, or I can call it a writer's block, or I can just say I lead a dull life these days. Whatever the reason may be, I just don't feel like blogging much. But I still do, because I already feel guilty for neglecting my poor little blog for so long. Hence, the tardy half-hearted updates.

Right now I'm listening to Khwab by Junoon, which has driven me into a deepened reminisce mode. I want to go back in time, just a year. Back when my life was perfect. So perfect, I can't believe it was actually real.

This one's for you babe.

Raat dhalni to hai, aanay ujalay to hain...

Yoga, really?!

The recently joined yoga classes are turning out to be entertaining in more ways than one. Other than the fact that the spiritual energy clears my head and the poses are physically exhilarating, some comments by fellow students totally catch me off guard that crack me up in the oddest of positions. Pun intended.

So mine is a co-ed class which makes it SO much funnier. Just today, while doing the side plank (that absolutely takes its toll your arm when you weigh as much as I do!) and being engrossed in a next level inhale-exhale routine while trying to keep my balance, the man next to me in a sudden outburst says, ''*pant* *pant* *pant* frig, frig, friggggggginnnn hell..!" and plops onto the floor while I'm facing him! Needless to say, I smirked and realized I couldn't balance, breathe and control my laughter at the same time hence I put my legs down and withdrew into a restorative pose. Damage control at its fullest.

While that was still subtle, this other one is just classic. So our instructor made us do the bow pose, which was quite intense as is but all of us kept up with the challenge. Seeing our progress, she told us to take it a notch above and 'rock back and forth' while remaining in the pose. A second into it, the guy on my other side looks towards me and in a very solemn but confused expression asks, "this can't be good for the penis?" Really that comment left me with NO choice but to crack up while I rocked. HAHAHAHAHA. No damage control there.

I best chose to place my mat near the ladies next time...

Cry me a river

I think my biggest weakness is expressing anger. It just comes out all wrong. Although I may be boiling inside, all you will ever see on my face is watery eyes. I can get through the saddest moments without shedding a tear, however the moment someone pisses me off, lo and behold I start crying a river whilst screaming out my emotions. And then of course I get the stereotypical question that enrages me further: "...but why are you CRYING?"

Arg.

Like I would INTENTIONALLY create the drama, like I could control the tears, like I'd want to draw your attention towards my reddened eyes when really you should be concentrating on the words I'm using to blast your face off. Like really.

I am SO over this moving back with my family shit. After 6 years of being by myself, I was uber excited about the change but it's SO over-rated. Really. I need a fuckin break and its just been two months.

A fruity surprise!



You know you've hit jackpot when he sends you the one thing you've secretly wished to receive for as long as it's existed.

Thank you! I love u!

Kutner! (spoiler alert)


So they UNEXPECTEDLY killed Dr. Lawrence Kutner (Kal Penn) in House M.D, of a self-inflicted gunshot wound. How gory! If he wanted to leave the show, why did the writers have to make him commit suicide! He was my second favorite right after House himself. I'm really sad.


04/04/09

It's been a year since I blogged.
And now I wish I'd never stopped. I wish I'd blogged about the pleasant chain of events in my life, so I could now take pointers and make the necessary changes to prevent me from this impending doom. Sigh. And I thought it would get easier.

Bah.