ramblings

damn...i have realized i only do blogging only in my most insanest(is that a word,by the way?..who cares,anyway)frame of mind...like when i am super-bored or super-starved,like i am now.i have still not got the hang of the thing...and i am not even sure i want to...but i guess it helps you feel self-important at 12:30 am at night when you dont actually have anything to do.(avid bloggers,dont take offence,i am just making up random excuses to cover up for my REALLY bad style of writing)i feel almost ashamed to put this crap on a public forum but since i am neccesarily a shameless and sadistic person i shall take intense pleasure in imagining that all you serious people are wincing at this casual,lyadh-khaya writing..:) by the way,for all those who have suffered from post-modernism texts,does this post remind you guys of calvino's If on a winter's night a traveller???oh damn...i was really bored with that book...!!!now i am really ashamed and vow that i shall not show my face on this blog till i come up with meaningful stuff(whatever that means).even if it takes me 7 years.adieu!

and i never thought i would never create a blog...
what man proposes, boredom disposes!!!!!!!
even typing unneccessary, irrelevent, useless, ridiculous absurdities seems as exciting as scuba-diving (not that i have done it, but assume its going to be exciting) after hours of getting bored to death at office...i am so near to death that i can almost get a glimpse of after-life...
why am i even bothering to write such stupid stuff???