Now that was the maximum I could wait, and pretend I wasn't waiting. Hello, limelight. Be sweet, don't mock.
Ok, there is another reason. 21 revolutions ago, I was born..8-) You have less than an hour left, but i will not turn down any attempts after that either. I'm sweet, see, you too should be.
My lesson for today: money cannot buy happiness, generalized, careless, yet priceless a statement. I'm sleepy now, very very, and i know i will sleep. Wish me luck, I'm serious. Good night.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Some past
26th July 2010
Misses life.
I guess its better to write to you than to write on a public forum, but had to write. Ok, there is no “you”, that was silly pretence. Not that I a wanted a ‘you’. I suppose that is the actor in me, which pops up now and then. But I’m too rational to be that creative, whatever that means, so finally, there IS no you. And I’m not sure which is grammatically more correct, or correct, single or double inverted commas. And maybe there should be be a semicolon after the second correct. I have bad grammar. And I’m still checking the words , the sentences,the only incomplete para, to see if there are any mistakes or not. This is not being posted anywhere. Maybe I believe this will be published some day. Who am I? Giving new highs (or lows) to “simple living and high thinking”. I do find a lot of mistakes, by the way. No, I’m not a budding /aspiring/wannabe writer. And I don’t know what else to say, bye for now.
27th July, 3:37 AM
Wishes she spent more time studying books she ordered, than the time spent on ordering them. Two Petrils aren’t enough to put me to sleep, don’t know what is. Before there is another *come and sleep* from the other room, I better leave. Good night, for whatever is left of it, with some sleep, hope rules…
4:23 PM
There are so many people with so many better problems than I do, it feels almost blasphemous to waste the psychiatrist’s time. But nice guy, wonder if he’s saggitarian. Might soon be bent upon sending us to a family counsellor. “Us” is my family, which includes ma and baba along with me. Believes they should lay off a bit and I should receive some. I didn’t say anything, but receiving them is like crushing myself or listening to the slowest possible shehnai…don’t particularly like that instrument, but I should be objective with music, and objective in general, so its definitely worse.
28th July, 6:23PM
A process of excretion just happened. Medicines are working. The two statements are not related. I cleared my room. One happened after four and four happened as a result of two. I haven't numbered the statements for inconvenience. Inconvenience is always applauded in writing, my observations say. I want the applause, the wretched-attention hogging-wannabe celebrity- me. My mom wanted to make her some tea, during four. But that is more artistic than I could handle then, and now. Which either means that I’m a bad writer or, that I cannot make tea. Want to do things ‘khat khat’, ‘jhat pat’, in contrast to my usual lazy-tired self. That is where the medicines come in. Now I need to go, find out if there is a prepaid vodafone outlet, green tea, and cheap A4 sheets in the market. Bye.
Misses life.
I guess its better to write to you than to write on a public forum, but had to write. Ok, there is no “you”, that was silly pretence. Not that I a wanted a ‘you’. I suppose that is the actor in me, which pops up now and then. But I’m too rational to be that creative, whatever that means, so finally, there IS no you. And I’m not sure which is grammatically more correct, or correct, single or double inverted commas. And maybe there should be be a semicolon after the second correct. I have bad grammar. And I’m still checking the words , the sentences,the only incomplete para, to see if there are any mistakes or not. This is not being posted anywhere. Maybe I believe this will be published some day. Who am I? Giving new highs (or lows) to “simple living and high thinking”. I do find a lot of mistakes, by the way. No, I’m not a budding /aspiring/wannabe writer. And I don’t know what else to say, bye for now.
27th July, 3:37 AM
Wishes she spent more time studying books she ordered, than the time spent on ordering them. Two Petrils aren’t enough to put me to sleep, don’t know what is. Before there is another *come and sleep* from the other room, I better leave. Good night, for whatever is left of it, with some sleep, hope rules…
4:23 PM
There are so many people with so many better problems than I do, it feels almost blasphemous to waste the psychiatrist’s time. But nice guy, wonder if he’s saggitarian. Might soon be bent upon sending us to a family counsellor. “Us” is my family, which includes ma and baba along with me. Believes they should lay off a bit and I should receive some. I didn’t say anything, but receiving them is like crushing myself or listening to the slowest possible shehnai…don’t particularly like that instrument, but I should be objective with music, and objective in general, so its definitely worse.
28th July, 6:23PM
A process of excretion just happened. Medicines are working. The two statements are not related. I cleared my room. One happened after four and four happened as a result of two. I haven't numbered the statements for inconvenience. Inconvenience is always applauded in writing, my observations say. I want the applause, the wretched-attention hogging-wannabe celebrity- me. My mom wanted to make her some tea, during four. But that is more artistic than I could handle then, and now. Which either means that I’m a bad writer or, that I cannot make tea. Want to do things ‘khat khat’, ‘jhat pat’, in contrast to my usual lazy-tired self. That is where the medicines come in. Now I need to go, find out if there is a prepaid vodafone outlet, green tea, and cheap A4 sheets in the market. Bye.
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