The Captain fell out of my shopping bag!

Oh yes. I am melodramatic. Super melodramatic at times. I could only stay out of here for -counts- precisely 12 days. And I made it seem like 'now I'll be back only when am 40 and have 10 kids all screaming over the place'...

Anyway,

You know, sometimes you wish for a lot of things? This that this that...and in the back of your mind who have this tiny voice chanting 'You'r never going to get it you'r never going to get it you'r never going to get it' ? Happens to me all the time. Have you ever woken up in the middle of the night and thought about your life? It is just so random, but I think the most when I am waiting at railway stations. I see those 'eeeewwww' type men and wonder what it would be like to be married to them? Repulsive. And then I look at the lives of these glitzy and glamoury people.

Anyway,

The mother is extremely worried for the daughter. The mother really thinks I have lost my mind. Like the mother randomly calls me and questions me about random things. And when I throw up a confused look on my face, the mother goes "See See (to anyone / everyone / no-one who is present in the room) I told you she has been acting odd...I don't know what to do!"

Anyway,

Now my neighbor's rectangle faced baby has gotten herself a walker. So, she's drunk and driving all over the place in her 'vehicle'. And she got herself a haircut and watches spongebob and has a hot red coloured swimsuit and is now on her first ever vacation to GOA! I mean which baby has her first ever outing in frigging GOA in summer. She is already a 'cool' baby!

Anyway,

We'r now called 'Such a Cow' ! yay! I woke up one fine day (oh and after this special appearance by the lovely ladiej K-ay in the why-dont-I-blog-anymore deep thinking session) and realized that my blog depressed me. I don't care anymore if / if not the boring captain of the famous Titanic cried or made love or watched a soap opera before he died. I want to be mean and I want to be mean and therefore to everyone who visits me and my hot blog, I'll say, "Such a cow!" Oh i have no idea what it means, but well, it sure does sound like something mean and bitchy teeeheee!

So, Such-a-cow is back with loads of colourful hearts that are meant to hurt your eyes and hypnotize you...falalalalalaaaa

*Plays some Arabian music*

*Everybody starts belly dancing*

*Punk Camels start break dancing*

*Starts throwing refrigerators at the crowd*

Don't you love Meeeeeeeee?

Camera's have little kids inside them. Who colour pictures for you.

I could hire a truck and drive away filmy style.

I could get bitten by a cow or a sparrow.

I could fall off a rickshaw.

I could get electrocuted while atop a train.

I could fall asleep in a roadside wastebin.

I could be at my wedding, smiling away to glory, and trip and fall into the pyre.

I could choke on a plastic bag.

Dude, I could want to freefall into the Ganges, scream of inner joy, attain peace, have my 'moment of truth', next, have some dead guy's hand in my mouth, and die of shock terror amusement whatnot.

So much could happen. But right now I don't really need a reason to shut ze hot blog for a while, i am just pulling the shutters down. I am just bored. But, my romance with this sexlikehot place isn't dead okay? Its just 'for a while'.

I know I'm awesome and wonderful and the best and you'll miss me and send me please come-back-emails and you'll come check this place everysingleminute for updates and all, but whattodo yaa, you have to move on mate! I can't be awesome all the time!

You know i meant to sound funny when i said THAT ^ :/

Hasta la vista, baby. Ekdum Arnold Schwarzenegger style.

So what if you wont read this?

I almost wanted to jump up and down when it all went fine. Though me and my inability to sound politically intelligent almost jacked us. I can see the smile on my mirror after a real long time and its so smile-y. If not for you I wouldn't have gotten anywhere. My phone bill this month is going to be testimony. You'r like a punching bag, for me. Its been great all along. Its a wonder how you can calm me down when I am worked up and shooting swear words at every thing/human around me. It really is a wonder. I may laugh at you, but really, I dont laugh at you, you know, I know what I mean. You'v been there at all odd times, during exams and during showdowns. You'v been that part of my mind that adds 1+1 and explains to me why the answer was 3 and not 2. You help me rationalize. And that even I can't do. We haven't ever fought, we may have gone different ways for a while, but we'v met around the corner and now I don't see us parting ways. I'll make sure. Not until I become smart enough to sound politically intelligent. You'v placed bets on my love life and we'v bitched about strange people that surround us. You'v come shopping and stood outside trial rooms for crazy hours. I'v gifted you trash and you'v taken it like it were a million dollar bucks. We fit like we were meant to fit in. You know me, I know you. we 'know know' each other. And even as I struggle under this annoying writer's block phase, I was hell bent on writing this for you, favvv friend. Kyle, sometimes I'll be staring at a billboard and I remember forgotten people, out of a strange big blue moon...it happened today.

If you miss the train I'm on, you'll know that I am gone.

Theres too much action happening everywhere and right in the middle of all that I sometimes simply wish to stand still and stand still some more. And give a tired smile, just like the one I give random people I don't even know. I'v seen a lot of bloodied pictures that'v made me flinch back. I'm supposed to sound intelligent and talk about human rights in some godforsakensuffering country. And so, to me it seems like i'm cashing on the agony of someone else. To get a nice bright-looking grade. My good old mother is miffed cause I'v asked her to not care so much for me. She won't talk. I'v slept little. And i fear am going to join the stick-figure club soon. I'v met a lot of new people and I feel a bit lost and disoriented. I'm amazed at how good I am at getting over things/people. I never knew. Its easy and simple, for me. Its not really the best thing, they say. I feel colourful. I feel pretty. I feel wanted. I feel missed. I feel happy. And if that isn't it, you'r making me feel special. I know it ain't going to last, but whattheheck. I want you to not believe me when I say I have nothing/no one on my mind. Please dont. I genuinely fall for each of your scribblings. You don't find people who write things for their mothers. And, admit it. You do and that I think is nice. Someday I wish to glue your photograph under the honey-coated-muffins section of my scrapbook. Oh and, I have been thinking typing erasing a bit too often. Must be the writers block phase? Makes me sound important. I hate it. So, I'm down with writers block syndrome. I'm leaving on a jet plane don't know when I'll be back again...