A sky shimmering over Me. Shooting stars gone berserk.

I dislike most things these days that requires me to be a witness. A mute one that too. I hate witnessing blooming love, success, failure, pride, envy. I look away. It's just that what people do these day's, I don't want to bother myself with it. And if I have to be a witness, I'd rather be those kinds who scream, throw bottles, mouth abuses, break chairs. Yes.

Oh, I realized exactly why I hate Farcebook. Cause that devil of a homepage throws buckets of information at you. Information which you conveniently packed in a tiny box and had stashed it away in some tiny corner at the back of your brain. I have no clue if it makes sense to you. (Afterthought: Oh this morning I realized why it annoys me so much. It requires me to be a silent witness. refer to previous paragraph.)

I like Twitter for the only reason that it allows me to do what i'v been doing ever since a child. Talk to myself.

Oh and I adam-teased. FINALLY. Adam teased a nice looking guy.Trust me, it was liberating.

I must have fought over a pencil or an eraser as a kid, if someone took what belonged to me. Fortunately for me, I'v grown up. I could'v grabbed the pencil and then flung it in the air. A broken pencil we'd have. I'm beaten. I'm exhausted. I can't find air to breathe. I'm being melodramatic. Pencils don't interest me.