Well, somebody finally tagged me. Solved one problem that I was facing, writing a post, that is. Anyway, here it is.
I am thinking about how this post will look like when I am finished with it.
I said “Do you really need so much water to cook rice?” five minutes ago.
I want to go for a long drive.
I wish there was more peace in this world, this terrorism stuff troubles me, seriously.
I miss travelling to new places.
I hear little. Am mostly preoccupied with my own thoughts, dazed and confused though they may be.
I wonder how things, which do not directly concern them, do not affect people.
I regret nothing, actually. I honestly think I’ve had my share of luck and good fortune.
I am DazedandConfused, obviously.
I dance passably, I guess. I can jive a bit and used to be able to do a capable cha cha and waltz at some point of time.
I sing while playing the guitar. Right now they both sound equally bad. At least one of them should definitely improve sooner or later.
I cry whenever I want to.
I am not going to Tag you, don’t worry, so read on, this is almost done.
I write rarely, mostly I just type. I sign sometimes. Fuck it, it’s not like I had a great handwriting anyways.
I confuse you hopefully, that’s the whole idea anyway, being cryptic and mysterious. Don’t think am doing a good job of it, though.
I need to put on 10 kilos, OK, at least 7. I currently weigh 63 kgs.
I should be less self-critical and smile more at people.
I finish whatever I start. I am never “Well Begun and Half Done”. It’s not such a good thing all the time, actually.
I Tag, whoever leaves a comment to this post. You always have a choice, buddy.
P.S. Shit! So you’re still reading. Well the thing is, I’ve been working on my guitar skills for the past 3 months now and have gathered enough gumption finally to broadcast myself. Be warned, it don’t look pretty and it don’t sound pretty but here’s a D&C attempt at a Beatles number for what its worth.