::pick a story sugar..
1:13 a.m. - 2007-01-27
So i wrote a really pathetic last few posts and suddenly it struck me that i can do way better than that right?
For starters,i could tell all of you about the interesting conclusions i've come to after the talks by MCYS and Southwest CDC in one of my modules.
Or i could tell you guys about my knee breaking dance moves and how everytime i hear a certain song, my hands and legs start moving in cue.
Perhaps the gazillion tuitions and how its still super difficult to actually have a decent amount of money in my hand would stir your interests.
Or would you like to hear about my never ending love sagas? What would it be tonight Missy Aarthi? Are you still fighting to keep your relationship as a priority? Are you still worried that you're not showing enough or doing enough? Are you happy(oh i sure hope you aren't cos none of us get any joy unless we know your life is in the dumps).
Would it help if i told you i haven't clubbed decently in 3 months or so? Or that i'm so sick of dancing that clubbing sounds so painful?
Or would you want to hear of how i'm convinced that i need to shed a few more kilos so that i look perfect on telly? So that my partner doesn't find me to be a hippopotamus? So that i could pull up my blouse and look at you in the eye and go, "NO TUMMY."
Shall i regale you with stories of all my fake friends and all their fake lives? How everyone can sit for dinner and look each other in the eye and pretend like they haven't slept with each other, or aren't going to sleep with each other? Does the mention of their facades simply amuse you? Could it be that the really sad and troubled ones(like myself) are probably the only truthful ones left on that hoax of a dinnertable?
How could i forget the story of how i now no longer live in excitement and instead seek excitement through the exciting lives of those around me? That i just aim to live a day with immense stability and that in itself sounds exciting!
What about the stories of how i'm so tired i feel like i'm crumbling? How i've effectively collapsed and no longer function like a true human being? Or maybe how i've come to realise that true human beings don't exist. No one is true. All just lies. A bunch of lies.
I see truth in one person and only one person. Please don't let me down.
