I really don't always need a title to classify what I'm talking about or I'll end up with endless posts titled "rambles" so I'll just go with Coliary.

Yes, the weather is super awesome and a somewhat cranky, confused mood is transformed.

(I still think I suck sometimes but hehe it's ok to suck. Now see that is what awesome weather does to you.)

It's amazing how transformable my mood actually is. I don't even understand how or why sometimes! I mean it really does take a lot of effort to analyse just what my brain thought so quickly that I am yet to understand and then often/sometimes I don't even bother and hope to let rain make my day. :) Who needs to mull over dumbass things when there are better things to be done???

It feels great to sit in my room looking outta the window and singing aloud random songs. :) I love the singing aloud bit but ofcourse I continue to be tone deaf. Is being tone-deaf a deficiency or disorder that can actually be corrected?? I certainly hope. Or not. Hardly matters except probably torturesome to the people who have to sometimes listen to me but then I have never been particularly environment friendly and besides its not me who stopped you from buying earplugs if its that painful and then again I'm kinda nice even if not all the time so I'll refrain from singing aloud in public. Wheewwwwww... That was one long sentence. And yes these days ridiculously long sentences that kinda make you lose your way and leave your eyes glazed while your mind wobbles along the words hoping that its the last one as Ohhh-please-have-mercy-and-just-stop-already pleas hardly seem to work, it might end are absolutely fascinating to me and ofcourse along with it comes the utter disregard for punctuation (unless critical) coz really do you think that after churning out such a garble of words before I use a fullstop I could be bothered to use a comma? :D :D

And now I have to run for a class just when I was getting into the mode but yah well.... I'll be back. Like DUH!!

Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!

Twilight Review

Here is sincerely hoping that you have forgotten that a tiny part of me was genuinely amused by twilight and that the tiny part did go so far as to like it as well. And now the other part would like to show you the most kick-ass twilight review. Ever.

Who am I???

There is one question that I’ve asked myself repeatedly over the past few days. And I have no answer to offer yet and none in sight.

As I attended this camp over the weekend about which I have varied opinions that I shall get into later, let me just say that it wasn’t that bad for now, they posed 3 questions, the answers to which we were supposed to scribble on a piece of paper. I just sat there and kept staring at the screen.

Who are you?

Who do you pretend to be?

What are you grateful for?

I was stumped. At the end my paper read just one line: “I don’t know who I am and frankly I think I pretend to be what I think I am.”

What defines who I am?? Is it my likes and dislikes or the combination of cells and tissues that sets me apart from a million or what I believe in? Maybe its the combination of genes and the 9-letter word at the end of my name or the set of beliefs, principles, ideals that I hold or the lack thereof. Is it what I’ve done or what I might do or my fears and strengths or the fact that I love licking the cream off oreos before eating them and that my fingers are crooked (I know plain weird I tell you. I’ve tried straightening by sticking a rod to it for hours at a stretch till I could hear the cells scream in unknown languages and hammered it with a hammer (DUH!!) till I think I broke a bone or two and ended up making them look more crooked. Freakingfruck! Or maybe I didn’t do that but it doesn’t mean I don’t want them straighter any less!!!) .

So really who the hell am I?

If you are thinking that silly girl it is a combination of everything you mentioned and that thing that you forgot to mention ohhh and that other thing also then I’d like to tell you no. I was not afraid of rats once but now they scare the shit out of me. There are so many little things about one that keep changing. So does that mean I keep changing?? Is there nothing about me that would always be me no matter what! Something that would tell me who I am on the days when I am lost and confused, unsure of everything.

Pretensions are also me. A choice I make. What I would like to be! And hence, what I pretend to be is a part of who I am. Is it weird that sometimes I wonder if I actually like what I like and if I actually am scared of what I think I am? They could just be notions that I might have developed over time. (I know it sounds super lame but yaaaa...)

At some point in our lives we all stop and ask ourselves these questions. Who am I? Where am I going and where do I want to go? I'm not sure if all of us manage to figure that out but some like me are left stumped blogging about it. If you got lost along the way I think I did too. I started by saying something and went on somewhere.

So really who am I? That's one secret I'll never tell.

xoxo ;)

Update: If you have any insights at all to offer they are more than welcome. Or if you know who you are then I would like to know!