For the Record – The Epicness of Crap.

It’s been a week over 8 years since I first started blogging. My previous account was more of a diary sort of thing. Recording events, thoughts and life in general. It was private, though. Globbish is more like just random nonsensical shit, some of it I wish I hadn’t even written. But that is true of everything, I guess. Looking back and wishing that you acted in a more adjusted and presentable way.

Anyway, my point is that I barely record anymore. I write only for myself. I do not care if I have zero visitors or hundred in a day. And sometimes I read back and wish that I had written in more detail, so I could relive and re-feel. I like to write in public because it is interesting the way thoughts flow out when you know somebody else might be reading. Slightly modified, carefully thought out words. Sometimes it is also good to be a little calculated. So here I present a calculated, edited but honest recapitulation of what the past few months have been like for public record. One for the record.

I do not like writing diary type entries mostly because I want to write impersonal, factual and what I hope to be intellectual, opinionated entries. But I realised I’m really no good at it. Of course, I have opinions about everything, but they do not mean that the opinions are based on concrete evidence and I really do fear making a fool of myself in public trying to be smarter than I am. So I have given up on that front and realised that maybe a more personal, factual and what I hope *not* to be intellectual and opinionated entries are the way to go. It’s a win-win situation. I don’t embarrass myself and I get to read back and relive.

(Achoo)

*thinking what to write*

Maybe I should have thought this out before I started.

Is it that nothing significant has happened? It can’t be. Rukmini’s brain is a little slow, it seems. Must be the terrible cold that she has. (Also for the record). Rukmini had a lovely late-late night conversation yesterday following which her cold took a toll on her and gave her only 2 hours of sleep. She had breakfast today with her family. Sunday Morning Breakfast. What a rare phrase to use. What did she have? A hot cup of ginger tea, delicious bread her great dad made with blueberry and some-other-berry jam. And I think a boiled egg too. For the nutrition, you see. Weak little sick girl. Wrapped in layers of clothing, sneezing, while those around her move around like it is October. No, Dear people around Rukmini, it is mid-November. Time for winter, isn’t it? The warm clothes are to be worn.

What else did she do today? Sat. Watched TV. Ate. Sat. Sat. Hmmm. Embarrassing. And of course, wrote two more insurance articles, while thinking, now that I earn, do I need to invest in insurance. Wait. Do you “Invest” in Insurance? And then she realised that she still doesn’t know much about it so she gave up.

Now she sits in front of her computer writing about her not so interesting day. Why? Just. For the record.

Do we rewind and take this day by day and take it from there? That would too much, no?

There are things to look forward to. Some of which cannot be mentioned publicly due to privacy and security issues. (Ha!) Why do I always spell publicly as publi-ca-lly? There might be a Saunain Reunion on the cards sometime very soon. If not a full five member reunion but another mini-reunion for sure. Do you know what that means for Rukmini? Unadulterated joy. Happiness in its purest form. I love these girls. Have I ever said that before? I love my Saunain People. (Keep wondering what Saunain means!)

Oh! I had this email friend, fellow Hanson fan from Seattle, some 10 years back. Yes, we were little. Yesterday I decided to search her on Facebook and there, I found her! I will not mention her name here because I’d be really embarrassed if she came her and read this. But yeah, it was really nice and a little embarrassing. You know the pressure to make sure you craft the perfect “hello remember me?” message after 10 years so that the other person doesn’t think you’re weird? How time flies, really. And how much the internet has changed in these 10 years. I feel old. Ok I don’t. I just wanted to say that because it sounded cool.

Hmmm.

I really want to post this here but I think it will be a little to desperate and begging for attention and I don’t want to give off the wrong signals, you know? I need to pretend to be mature and casual. But then I do have a blog, and this is a reasonably pleasant mention and I’m just trying not to ‘curb my instincts‘. Uhhh. *very very uncomfortable moment*

Anyway.

I should get a haircut soon. Maybe next month. In time for my reunions. Re-Onions.

Things of significance that I can discuss in public. Hmmm.

Wait. I need to do some Facebook complaining before that. Do people realise that Facebook is for Social Interaction and it’s NOT a gaming/quizzing site? Hardly anybody in my list actually uses Facebook to communicate with people, but everybody takes 101 lame-ass quizzes and what not. That’s not the point, people. Go to Yahoo! Games or something instead. Or one of those quiz sites. /end cribbing

I know this entry is turning out to be crap and I will look back and wonder what I was thinking, but right now I do not feel like stopping.

Oh. Significance. I am actually quite liking this Twitter business. Since Chrome doesn’t have the RSS feeds business, it acts like my feed. I love it that I do not have to check each individual site for updates. That all the good stuff is all in one place. Someone else does the dirty work of finding and I do the easy work of clicking and enjoying. I have found so many more new cool sites through it. It’s also like a social bookmarking tool. I like anything, I RT it. So easy. Everything in one place. It’s a cool one stop shop for so much. I like listening to what people have to say.

That reminds me. The other day I saw the live Hanson webcast. What an experience. I do not know what difference it made being live, real-time, but it was so exciting. I do not know what it is with the band but they make me feel like nothing else. “To love a band so much that it hurts”. I know for sure if I ever see them perform live, I will bawl like a baby. This is what life should be like. To have something so permanent and unconditional to love that it gives you nothing but happiness.

Phew. I got a little serious there.

In all my old entries from last year, I talk about my chocolate chip ice-cream. Mother Diary. I’m afraid to say that I do not enjoy it so much anymore. Not chocolate chip ice-cream. But the Mother Diary one. It’s too milky for me.

Oh great. So now my friends say I have put on weight. *heart break emoticon*. It is time to start climbing up 11 floors from tomorrow.

It’s nice to take some time out and publicly do some crap sometimes, no?

Aaaah. I feel nice now. Heart Break Emoticon reminds me of Heart Break Warfare which reminds me that I cannot wait for Battle Studies. Which I know will not be as great as Continuum but come on, Mayer is Mayer. And since I know for sure I do not like Adam Lambert’s album, it makes it one less album to look forward to. Actually, now I am looking forward to Kris Allen’s album more. Damn you, Adam.

Thank you for reading this far. I really appreciate your time. Will make it up to you sometime. I promise.