I think this blog is dying (Dead?)

Hello, S. What's up?

Damn.

Wrote just a single post this year till now? What a shame.

What are your plans to rectify this error?

I'm figuring things out. It's taking time.

What are you trying to figure out?

Dreams. Plans. And my behavior when I'm put in the unknown.

Are you doing something about your, "Dreams, plans, and you're behavior when you're put in the unknown?"

Yes. Them three. In the opposite order.

Well. 

Good luck.

Wasting away in Outer Space.

The last 15 hours have been extremely trippy. I’ve felt different. 

Without the usage of any sort of substance! Heh.

Imagine.

 Glowing neon colours dripping down on a blank,  black  surface.

A quiet child ,wearing fancy clothes, staring off into the horizon, somewhere in his mind, knowing what life is all about. 

A random     pink   ☁     cloud, moving across the  pale blue skies  all alone, but happy.

The first bite into a fluffy white marshmallow.

Real comfy mommy hugs.

A light  golden  leaf afloat upon the free autumn winds. 

A room lined with rubik's cubes across its walls, that change their orientations on their own. 

 Fairy lights all wound up around your favourite stack of books.

And a huge  magnetised bed  rotating above the ground, in a  magnetised room , in a slow controlled motion.

I’ve felt lucky, and was so too. Even though I didn’t care. I just was, yo. 

And as I retrospect, my mind is forced to be bewildered at all that has happened. Even though, it was all so, normal. And quiet. 

I’ve been glued to this couch all day long. Sleeping. Counting seconds as I edge closer to the end of the summer vacations. 

… Which happen after a month and a half.

I’m wasting away. And planning, at the same time. Planning for the next few days. And still. Dreaming, imagining. Not really being at the moment, but enjoying it. 

I’ve set my imagination on a crazy spree. Where it is free to make anything a reality. And the thoughts, melt into my head, and away from it, with such ease and eerie beauty, that I can’t help but think, that I’ve unlocked myself into a new realm of, mega trippy-ness. 

If these were the 80’s, I’d surely be living like a hippy. A techno, colourful one, at that.

And all of these thoughts would’ve been trapped in a corner in my head unless I’d write about it. Gotta thank Lana Del Rey for her new album. Ooh baby, ooh baby, I'm in love. And also, this couch. The fan. Gosh it would’ve been hot otherwise. 

…

Just read whatever I wrote, and there’s just one thought in my head. 

I am such a lazy fuck.

So sure everyone feels this way. Too lazy. But with such workable dreams.

If I don’t really get off this couch any soon, I’d be hired someday to full-fill someone else’s dreams, instead of working to make my own dreams a reality. 

Move ya lazy arse ya lazy bitttch.

I really, really feel like coding.

But first, should sharpen my rubik's cube solving skills.

Almost. After a while. Please.

*proceeds to make another cup of a happy cold coffee.*

Gotta love the summer holidays. ☼

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Let's go to the mall - Today!

I'm at a mall! Malls make me happy!

Take this food court, for example, The grandparents gladly chatting with their grand-daughter while she munches on the McD burger, that occasional young couple - obviously on a date, a small family with quarrelling siblings, a tired business man staring into his laptop with dire eyes, the small kid tugging onto his mothers hand while crying tears of frustration, a stout man devouring the extra large sandwich with complete dedication. All these people, they make me so glad! This is why sometimes, I absolutely adore crowded places. People are so different, yet so similar at the same time. Blame the ambience or the music, malls make me feel like as if I were a part of a slow movie. A slice of life!

Everyone is dissolved in their own tiny, yet infinite worlds. I wonder if anyone inside this enormous building is thinking along the same lines as me!

Malls are just one of those mediums, using which the nuclear families can move out of their urban households, and take a break from the hectic life. The feeling will not amount to the fun one might have in natural surroundings, but it feels good to realise that people would still like to take time out of their busy lives to do spend time with the ones they love, or doing things that they love to do!

Also, if you're living in the city for more than 17 years, the fact that you might bump into an old friend in a mall, during weekend, is as probable as not being able to find an empty seat in the food court during rush hours. Almost certain. And yes. I did meet an old friend! Came across a not - so - familiar senior student at my college too; but I chose awkward ignorance over awkward smiles. Silly me. Should have greeted him with a huge pat on his back... But then, he probably didn't know me. (Ignooooooore.)

The other best part, well, one of my favourite part in a mall, is the book store. I learned far more about the world sitting in that small comfy corner than I usually do while sitting in front of the laptop all day long. Fact: Toy Story saved Steve Jobs's career. Like whaaaa? Fascinating, isn't it? It's just one of the few things I learned today.

The concept of a mall is bloody brilliant. The days when they were considered to only be a shopping hub are far gone! The mall is now a place filled with grandparents, smart teens, crying infants, and workaholics - all seeking a days break, relaxing, learning, shopping... Or yawning. (Hello there, Mr. tired janitor!)

It's no secret. For those who embrace crazy, mall's are the perfect new playgrounds.

• Walk backwards on an escalator. (You're a failure in life if you haven't tried this one yet!)
• Wink at that clueless child in a non pedophile, yet cute way.
• If... (Or if not) you're a girl: Bat your eyelashes and pretend to be Julia Roberts while looking at that oh so hot - yet unattainable - guy with model like features.
• Talk to a salesman and share his grief regarding the thick headed customers.
• Skid and slip on the marble floors!
• Use the hand dryer in the washroom to blow dry your hair. (Works perfectly.) Try it next when the room is crowded. A sure shot way to make people giggle. (While smoothening your hair at the same time!)

I left the mall with a heavy heart. I guess I'll be coming here again, soon.

While leaving the premises, make sure you turn back and offer the building a genuine salute. The mall is the brand new urban temple after all! For all sections of the society to hop in and partaaaay all day long. ^_^

My tummy wanna has EPIC foods!

Midnight pangs are…  Kind of interesting. I don’t sleep at night. Well, mostly. That kinda sucks though, but I presume nearly half of the new age - techno savvy teenagers around the world do the same. I think of it as some kind of… Evolutionary behavior, so it really shouldn’t matter much. Besides, Sleep is for the weak. Yeah, that’s what I feel. 

So back to my midnight pangs! At about one last night, I was busy skimming through a set of chemical reactions that I had to memorize for a coming practical (with my laptop switched on!), when I had this tingly sensation in my tummy. Ehh. I was hungry. I flipped ma table all epically, well not really, but yeah, quickly, and ran towards the kitchen to gulp down a glass of water. I  was really hungry you know, so I opened my fridge in a hope that I’d find some legendary dish. The first thing I spotted, were some pineapple slices, waiting for me eagerly as the lay on the shelf. Cold and juicy. Yum. 

I pulled the bowl out, nommed the slices quickly, and peered down inside my fridge again, this time, looking for some junk. IT WAS EMPTY. Absolutely empty. (I really can’t store chocolates in my fridge, cuz storing them is actually very difficult when you have a great appetite for anything sweet.) IT WAS HORRIBLE. I was really hoping to find some chicken nuggets that I could fry… but oh well. I realized that I had finished them a day before. ._. Tough luck. 

Disappointed, I came back in my room and started searching for some dishes online. ZOMG. Now this is why I love the Internet. Some dishes that I came across were absofuckinglutely EPIC! 

I mean, COME ON, who’s not gonna drool when they come across things such as this —

Or this --

Or THIS --

OR… Wait for it…. THIIIIS!!! — 

The fuck right? O_O

So now! Think about me! Looking at such things when I was just so fucking hungry! ~Sigh.~

 After an endless amount of time I spent merely drooling over such things, I decided I’m going to make one soon! YES. And I shall never let anyone complete the dish. Ever.

You ask why?

Cuz I’d like to fill in my tummy with EPIC CHICKENEH JUICY left overs at one at night. Thats why!