In planning, I lose time.

I am so pre-occupied these days, I can sit in one corner for 24 hours straight and feel like I've been too busy doing too many things.
Time to get my thought process in control. I want to be busy only when am busy doing things. Not when am just sitting alone and just thinking.

When the tired old man got out of his car and thrashed the traffic-senseless lorry driver with all his might, the gym fit youngster was busy watching a Hollywood film on his laptop.

Its dead. I don't know why I am still trying to breathe life into it.

There's in me this new born eagerness to eat tasty food. Not craving, but the urge. Like how some people would want to travel to far away places, read awesome books and things like that. I want to taste variety of delicious food. I love the way the pepper sauce chicken steak melted in my mouth, giving new life to each of my taste-buds. It was gastronomic orgasm, at its best. From then on I am attracted towards the hidden taste in each food item. Everything is tasty and I let myself swim in that moment of glory. For someone who ate just to fill her stomach, I now relish every single bite. I am loving this!

Food to die for: Chicken steak in pepper sauce
Where to find it? Boca Grande, Koramangala, Opp. Bethany High School.

He has a picture of himself as his phone's screen-saver.

Argh, self-obsession. How could I have over-looked that?

About being particular

I always thought myself to be the kind that is never particular about anything. But on paying close attention, I realize that there are these little things I am very particular about. Like:

I am annoyed when I don't get to have cornflakes in 'my' pink bowl. I like my coffee best when its served in the round glass

I am pissed off when my ipod runs of energy during my morning walk to the bus stop. I am very very particular that I walk with music, no matter who is accompanying me. So next time you walk with me and find me all fidgety, please don't judge. I am not crazy, nor do I hate your company. I just need my music, no matter what.

This guy I was dating once asked me 'Are you sure about your dance classes? I could meet you at 4' -- I hated him instantly. Ofcourse am sure, you moron.

I am too particular about completing things I signed up for. It could be just a phone call I said I'd return or a promise I promised.

SO many little things matter so much to me, I let the big things pass. Which to me is a good thing :)