What is Tantra ? ★

♀ No specific topic for today.

I do not like writing on topics actually. I’m sorry Mr.Mono [Hell, I love calling you this way]. I’ve got too many things to say about myself, being an unconditional lover of my own self. So much so that one day I was feeling suicidal [no, I am NOT suicidal], someone close said, “No, you love yourself way too much to leave yourself to die.” But I won’t mind writing about a specific subject from time to time.

The title → What is Tantra? I like the name – Tantra. Abi just mentioned it to me. Now explain what it is please? Thank you.

Anyway, where was I?

Yeah, today - the first time I got in car with my friend driving - she’s just got her driving license. Normally I should have been freaking out. But wasn’t the case. Ok, in the beginning I was, to be honest. Then I realized I would be wasting too much time worrying about whether I’m going to die next in an accident, so I started gossiping on whatever I had to. But I must say she’s a wonderful driver[and listener as well]. And I so felt like I SO NEED TO START MY DRIVING LESSONS ASAP.

HOWEVER thing is I am very much afraid [and lazy as well, but we’ll pretend the fear of roads and other vehicles comes before this one]. Finally, I am afraid of many, MANY things. Like heights – yeah, I am paralysed by heights and each time we go to the seaside, I make sure dad’s somewhere near me so I get to cling to him when walking on the rocks. Or noise – like I’m very afraid of fire crackers or even the pressure cooker. So afraid that all pressure cookers ever bought at home are those which do not make any sharp or sudden sound all pressure cookers normally do. BOOM. Or getting hurt – physically that is. Or of people talking loud. Or of male chauvinists on the roads who will horn at me for not driving well, or for reasons like MALES LOOK OUT FOR BABES ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE AND SO THEY HORN ON THE ROADS, EVEN IF YOU ARE DRIVING.

Star Plus’s “Rishta Vahi Soch Nayi” ♪ is officially driving me crazy. No, I am too lazy to switch to another channel.And if you do not know what I’m blabbering about, either YouTube it, or get a life.

I was told [or complimented] I seem to have had lost weight by people who saw me after ages. [Ages → End of January 2010 - present, you go do the Maths.]

I am so hungry right now. But I’ve been eating so much during the day, I definitely need a detox diet. Nando’s and Chocolate Nutty Ice cream Waffles and Brownies right from South Africa ARE fattening. Anything good to the papillae is fattening anyway.

BY THE WAY, I met Mr. Chicken today. No, Mr. Chicken is not a she. He is a he. And he is black, with lots and lots of feathers and is the smoothest thing ever. He’s very fat though. Wouldn’t fit in my bed. And I’d soon get allergic to him, he’d collect dust in few days. I was very excited on seeing him. Love at first sight. Yeah, it was first sight of him.Mr. Chicken ♥ I won’t be seeing him so soon now, so we’ll forget about him. It wasn’t love, it was a crush. So I’ll rephrase. Crush at first sight. Crush on a Chicken. It’s always better [and more gratifying] than having it on some male.

I AM THIRSTY!

I have to start learning for my oral test. God I so hate opening that book. Makes me sick on the very first page.

I’ve become so lazy I don’t even bother about replying to my texts now. And I’ve started finding MSN so boring, that most of my replies are LOL, HAHA, MUAHAHA, LOOOOOOL, LOOOOOOOOOL nowadays. I even use my auto-message feature now. Well, just to pretend I am away from my laptop. Ok, to those who chat with me and never see me replying and are currently reading this, I’m joking. Or not. By the way “HAHA” is an emoticon – a monkey laughing out loud – which I got from Angel, which makes me think of her each time I use it. Angel isn’t an imaginary angel. No I’m not that desperate, mind you. [You see how I changed the topic? I know I’m good.]

OH MY, MY FEET ARE FROZEN.

My doctor just agreed he’s blonder than me. Made my day. Or night. Whatever it is.

♡ YES I AM STUPID.


P.s. Fifth post - June '10

Happy Crappy Valentine's Day !

4th post. Someday in June '10

Basically, I know I want to write. But I do not know what to write about exactly. Actually, Mr. Mono has been giving me tons of subjects on which I could write some sentences or a whole book, but I still do not know on what I’m gonna blog tonight.

Don’t call my name, Alejandro ♪

Sex and the City made me wish for someone like Mr. Big today. Yeah, I was finally able to go through the movie without anyone disturbing or without my checking msn or FB every 5 minutes.

SATC [ I know I used to wonder what it stood for →blonde who loves SATC ] got me pretty much jealous in the beginning, with everything being so rosy for Carrie.No, you can’t be happy for her when you see Big buying her their apartment, which in fact is very close to being a palace. Neither when she wants a bigger closet, even if the existing one is already big enough for a family of 4 (Ok, 4 is exaggerating. Let’s say 2. ) and Big so lovingly agrees to arranging for a bigger one, which is practically the size of a bedroom for 2 children. All you can be is jealous. How can you not wish you had a Mr. Big? Plus the name itself already tells you that size will definitely not be a problem with him.

I want my Mr. Big.

And I want him to read me the love letter with the ending,

“ ever thine
ever mine
ever ours…. ”

OK, that is dreaming, I know.

I believe Carrie, Samantha and Miranda are nothing but ungrateful and never-satisfied babes. Not that I am never complaining, I agree I do, but these ones are extremists.Like seriously. They have Big, Smith and Steven →perfect lovers that is, and all they think to do is leave the man, and cry. Chuchundris, why do you leave them to end up in their arms again? I so feel like pulling their hair out. And I want Margarita and a trip to Mexico.

Staying at home whole day doing nothing has definitely gotten me more frustrated than what I already am. I’ve been snacking on anything and everything. Not to mention Chocolate-ing. Shame on me for swallowing so many calories in one day.

P.s. Mono, the post about my love for babies will be tomorrow. Well, hopefully.

I love Charlotte ♡

And those shoes

And I don’t like couples.

At least those in love. [No, not all couples are in love]

I love the moon ♡

Dear Follower/Reader/Stalker/Whatever-you-want-to-be-referred-as,

I know it's sickening to find hearts everywhere on my posts, but I don't care much about what you think to be honest. I'm not here to please you, am I? Anyway. Tonight I'm loving the moon, even if I haven't looked at it. Thing is I saw this page on FB - well, you know, the pages you used to "Become a Fan" of, and which you now Like - which is the sweetest one ever [at least it is so tonight] -> When you miss me, look at the moon. No matter how far we are , we will be staring at the same moon. Ok, it might sound dumb for some of you, but again, I don't care. I love it. And no, I am not in love.

I'm tired. I had an awesome day. Okay, 'awesome' is exaggerated. I had a beautiful day. Thanks to Lobe.

Lobe who? You don't have to know. I know, and that is enough.

I don't know if this font color is what I want by the way. But I don't care tonight. No no, I am not at all pissed off. Far from that. Ok, I'm lying. Thing is shitty moods are contagious. And everyone's in an awful mood today. Like mum, dad, DOULE [like BIG time, believe me] then Angel, who's sending me IMs with sad emoticons, adding to my mood getting spoiled. Why can people not be happy? For once, SMILE ! PLEASE !

Ok, Italy's playing v/s Paraguay tonight and Para just scored. So? I am a supporter of none. I am only mentioning a fact.

Tomorrow I'll be home, doing nothing. Because I have got parents who are all tensed whole day long when their daughter is out, for reasons they are the only ones aware of. And who keep calling to ask, "Where are you? With whom? Did ABC not come with you? At what time will you be back? How will you come back?".

Dad says, "Quand tu auras des enfants tu vas comprendre pourquoi on reagit comme ca." I'm sorry Dad, I won't ever get to know that; I am planning not to have any EVER.

I've just eaten Tumbles -> The one with raisins. The one that I love ♥ Obviously, it's chocolate.

I'm going to sleep early tonight. Well, relatively early that is.

Oh my, I just remembered Sagoo-Ice-cream and feel like having it now. Duh.

Ok, after Doule, now it's Angel who's complaining about her and her boyfriend. God, whoever told you to fall in love? Love drives people crazier than what they already are. As if crazy wasn't enough.

I got my loveliest feedback on Boobzette today morning. From the one who's always been here to love my words -> MyMoune ♥ I love you babe (: And thank you loads for those words :) YeToum.

I know I said I was going to bed early. But I can't stop typing.

Ok, I'm knackered.

I love MoraPiya.

You must be a real ignorant thing if you do not know what it is.

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P.s. 2nd post - Published 15-Jun-10

My 1st time [or post rather] ^^

Finally I'm able to write [and publish] my first post.

No seriously, s*cks big time to start a blog. I've been trying to write the post since hours today, after figuring out how I want my blog to look like [and how Blogger actually works]. Then I finally realised I was exposed to way too many distractions - like Zou, Rocco, Soob, Angel [and all those] on my msn, notifications one after the other on Facebook, my mobile phone - which were all preventing me from writing properly and completing this post. So I got rid of them-blocked msn, closed my FB, but the mobile is still on somewhere in the house.

Ok, I haven't started a blog to explain how I start a post each and every time. Don't worry.

Actually, I felt the need to start blogging since real long. But I was so unable to, because there were other things that came in my way -> I had no time to even come online. But it's all over now and I know I'll be bored for the next months until university starts. I've actually lost the habit of writing and this makes me sad, like really. I used to love writing, even if it meant writing nonsensical things. [I've just checked FB btw -> 1 notif from one of my followers out here :D] So where was I? Yeah, my talking nonsense :) I'm a very good nonsense-talker :) You'll notice in my posts soon [Or in this one itself, if you haven't already].

About me -> my blog title says it all. I'm a blond brunette who's got lots of blond moments. And I love myself.

♥

Writing is in fact a therapy - at least it is for me; I being someone who thinks a lot and starts imagining things which actually do not even exist and then gets all paranoid and/or frustrated. I remember how I used to send one of my exes so lengthy mails whenever we used to have fights and all. Well, it was justified actually - it was a long distance relationship and believe me, msn or calls do not work for fighting purposes. And mails where you can vomit anything and everything in your tummy [or mind or heart-whatever] really help. Big time.

I just had pasta and I am full.

I sent my blog's link to one of my friends -> Rocco. [Yeah, I am friends with The Rocco. How cool is that? :D]

I: Did you check the link? [http://boobzette.blogspot.com/]

He: No, I won't. It's pornographic.

I: Yeah right.

He: Yeah, there're boobs in the URL.

Actually Boobzette comes from one of my friends, who named me that way because of reasons I forgot. But all I know is that I love my boobiesjust like I love this screen name ♥

P.S. NO, BOOBIES AREN'T PORNOGRAPHIC AND PEOPLE WHO LOVE THEIR BOOBIES AREN'T PERVY.

Ok, it's 10.35P.M (GMT+0400) and I had started this at 05.38P.M. When I said I had too many distractions.

Like now Angel is again complaining about her man not loving her enough [supposedly] and having broken up [supposedly].

And mum was watching the match, well, the players singing the anthem with most of them with their hands on their chest/heart[whatever]. Then she says, Why does everyone have his hand on his heart but one has his down? Does Ballack play for Germany? HOW WOULD I KNOW MAA? And I ended up typing to Angel, ANGEL YOU'RE MAKING A MICHAEL OUT OF A MOLEHILL.

[Ok, for those who didn't understand, you are blonde-r than me.]

Germany scored. I'm indifferent to whoever wins tonight. But any goal makes me happy. Unless it's England playing and the goal is scored by the opponent. Football -> I talk Football yeah. But only during the World Cup. Waka Waka Eh eh ! Actually during the World Cup, I feel a huge wave of love for Football and players. And then I forget about them for the next 4 years :) But I have to precise that the love is not The love you are thinking. I do not ADORE Football. It is just something I don't mind following.

Ok another goal from Germany. S*CKS. I wonder why England didn't score like them yesterday.

Enough Football-ing.

I have to finish this post somewhere. I have to inaugurate my blog.

Like NOW !

I just remember that my having a blog is now another medium by which my stalkers are going to follow me. Yeah, I've got many of them. And the majority of them are females. I'm proud actually. But sometimes it gets on my nerves. It's sad I ain't a lesbian. I'd have been very much spoiled.

Let's inaugurate my blog now. No no, I won't be feeding you back on my life and every single happening everyday.

It's gonna be worse than this.

PING !

P.s.#1. To yOu Reader, Hello !

P.s.#2. This was my very first post, published on 13-Jun-10.