My last birthday party just ended today and I'm all so sad. Another year before the day comes again. And as promised I have kicked the butt and let the old monk leave. Feeling light already. I feel like the layer of cigarette soot around my brain has been washed away and I am beginning to think clearly. Or so I feel. Yeah, I tend to get a bit dramatic at times. Naah naah, don't mistake me, I'm not giving up on these things like forever. Maybe sometime, once in a wee while I will party. Time now is to strictly focus on the career bit as I shall be starting on my new project tomorrow. Pray for me people.
The last coupla weeks has been a roller coaster ride for me. Luckily I made it without throwing up. Today on my drive back home I stumbled across some realisations and facts about me and the people around. Totally random stuff, so skip if you don't want to read.
People make a big deal about birthdays, especially me.
I hate colors. Black and white is enough for me to live.
If a guy cheats on someone with you, there is very good chance that he's cheating on you with someone else.
Speech is silver, silence is gold. Bullshit. Silence deafens at times.
Over the three year old process of getting over my ex, I actually have fallen in love twice. The first one I let go, before I realised what I felt. The second one, I guess I still am in love with. I did not accept it then, I will not now. Works for me. So, period.
Love is hugely overrated. And is totally worth it.
Strangely, it was very easy saying goodbye to the one who owned my heart once.
I've always wondered how bloggers with pathetic writing skills garner hundreds of followers. I follow some of the best writers and I'm hugely proud of them.
Men are one of the most wonderful creations of God.
I had the best kiss of my life today. They say that if you kiss and tell, its gonna happen again. So :)
I haven't cried in ages.
I hate boring people. Loathe, detest, abhor. Nothing else creeps the hell outa me more.
The only people who preach virginity are the ones who have never had a chance to lose theirs.
I desperately need to focus on my career. Only.
Platonic relationships don't remain that for very long.
You can be more than friends and yet not be lovers.
You never learn from your mistakes. You might as well as learn to live with them.
I hate monotony. I get bored of routines very quickly. At times, even people.
Of the 350+ friends on my Facebook list I probably genuinely care for only about 20 of them.
I can't lie. The withdrawal symptoms of not smoking is killing me.
I'm chatting with 6 people right now and I just can't concentrate. I'd better log out.