An untitled post Battling my eyelids by rubbing their sleep off, and trying to focus on this screen to type something down on this keyboard. No, it’s not any report that I need to submit anytime soon nor an exam preparation. It is just simple blabber coming out of my mind right now that is being written out here. If this whole blabbering ends up going well over say, 400 words, I’ll just transfer it to the wordpress blog and post it for everyone. Now, since I said above that this might actually become a blogpost, I’ll have to find a suitable topic or to structure it to give some sort of meaning, for it to actually make any sense. Right ?? Of course, I am right!! (<i>experienced hoon bhai)</i> There should be some structure, some agenda, some flow of ideas, something this something that. Right ?? Well, if you are looking for an answer from me, then dude, sorry to disappoint, I have no idea!!! I don’t want to make any sense out of this, or hell I don’t want to make any sort of sense tonight. I just feel like blabbering something. The only vague thought that is floating around my head, is to be as non-sensible as I can. Hey, I just checked this post just crossed the half-way mark of the initial deadline of 400 words for it to become a blog!! Yay!! Duh! Damn this obsession with milestones, dates, memoirs, etc!! why do I have to follow the rules, codes, traditions, etc to actually make sense or to make things work?? Why everyone has to follow a strict code of “ethics”, rules, arrangements,<span> </span><i>falaana dhimkana<span> </span></i>?? For those who don’t know me personally, and happen to believe that this is some sort of a drunk post, again sorry to disappoint. Neither do I drink, nor is this post because of that. I’m tired. No, not of writing all this down even when I’m a little sleepy, but of many things in my life. My own life seems so strange to me, as if I have started living it inside someone else. And I’m not blaming the problems in general; everyone has some of their own. It has to do with something else.
