coz at times i like "such type" of songs

(songs that just play somewhere in the background, not intruding your thoughts, just your senses.. in a mild manner as if brushing past the conscious).

romanticising life.

people who ve known me for long enough (in continuum) would prolly agree that i romanticise most things in life. if not, all. to me that is strange. for the longest time i remember, i wanted to be a stoic. i could not manage that, instead.. i turned out to become a loud professor of inane moments of an excitable life.

and i have a problem with that.

sometimes.

but not today. coz i wish to write about something else. for there is little or no reason, to be sorry today. it has been a week that started with me eating the chilli con carne from the good party over the weekend.. leading into moments with the seven layered salad and the cake(s) i am yet to finish. it has been one of those weeks so far and quite frankly, i am not sure if i ll get over it anytime soon.

also, am a bit bored at work these days.

its purely a personality disorder, this. boredom.

i ve been complaining to myself about the disregard i ve showing towards work and such lately.. sleepwalking through the weeks without much being done, or attempted. for someone who would like to get outta the place, i ve nestled in to quite a mood of inactivity.

at some point of time today, i was convinced that the mind and the heart are two completely separate organs and function, operate independently, exclusively and are totally indifferent to the other's wishes. i also realised that i have come a long way in life, from dating women who liked half-priced margaritas.. to the ones who don't, for example. my jokes however, still reside in a state of being unfunny.

waiting for the lunch break, i write blogs whilst making wish lists starting with the words "i want".

i want to cook lunch on a wednesday afternoon. i want to buy a camera. i want to make a home movie. i want to write a sad poem. i want to walk down to lumas and stare at the picture i cannot afford. i want to pretend i am god.

only to realise, wishes are horses, and you can only ride them once so often in the urbanity that we live in.

now listen to the song again if the mood permits. he wrote it well.

p.s. i get cranky when i am hungry, as can be observed.