Square Or Circle?

Square. No doubt about it. Circles are way too uniform in my opinion. I require imperfection. Perfectionists amuse me so. Why would you want things perfect? Wouldn't your life become something of a walk in the park? That's nice and all. But I'd rather run through an obstacle course, because honestly, I love being strange and I love everything that revolves, ducks and slides around and through it.

Raindrops are spherical but don't you draw them from a point bulging out? Thank you, gravity. Raindrops are now, in my opinion, prettier. The world is round. But not perfectly so. Wouldn't it be terrible if all land was flat without a single bump, let alone mountains and plateaus?

[When you're finished with the mop then you can stop
And look at what you've done
The plateau's clean, no dirt to be seen
And the work, it was fun.

Plateau - Meat Puppets (Nirvana did a cover where Kurt Cobain sang and the Meat Puppets played guitar)]

We require friction in life, don't we? That wouldn't even exist if things were perfect - in this case, ground and whatnot.

So I'm going to end this weird post with one conclusion: My room can be as messy as it likes to be. Rather, as I'd like it to be.

Transporto Unico

Double-Decker buses. I have to say, whoever came up with the concept must've been bored. But hey, we all love sitting on the top, with the cool breeze against our faces. That is only if you don't live in Chennai, where saying the breeze is warm would be one big understatement. Let's not forget the ever awaited pollution, traffic, (and for the girls-) creepy men watching and the simple beauty of fecal matter thanks to dogs, crows and pigeons...maybe even humans. Heck, why only Chennai? There are plenty more places. I'm just not too happy with our current weather situation. I'm dying. Literally. My brain cells (the few I have) are burning out. You know, if that's possible.

But double-Decker's are fun. No, they are! I've been on one once in Germany and I loved it. Except in the one picture my parents took of the "cute 7 year old I was", I'm digging my nose. That's right, digging my nose.

Back to the topic: Double-Decker's are good for touring places, especially when the weather's good. Yup, one can look over the city and have everyone and everything in the city look right back. Don't ask me why that's a good thing. I don't have an answer. Just take a camera, a cap, a drink and ride on a Double-Decker. That's pretty much made your day satisfying.

Oh, what I'd do to go on a Triple-Decker! That must be something. That shall be my new ambition.


"Life is an open road"
Open Road - Bryan Adams.

(Sorry but I still haven't heard a song about a Double-Decker bus! There should be. Really, there should.)

I Feel Bitchy, Oh So Bitchy

This term, "bitching" amuses me. It's a commonly used term. It's a commonly done thing too. I haven't been to one sleepover where we haven't bitched. It's oddly satisfying. With all probability, this is because we'd rather fault out other people's bad characteristics than give a rat's ass about our own. Or is that just me?

But why prevent yourself from bitching? It makes you happier. As long as you're not throwing your mouth off about someone too much. You need a regular dosage of bitching. Yes, daily dosages required would be:

->Bitching
->Flirting
->Self Pity
->Guilty pleasures (Whatever comes to your head when you read/hear that phrase.)
->... Uh. Can't recall. When I do, I'll jot it down.

So, back to bitching. I'm guessing, and I hope I'm right, that the it's called 'bitching' because the people we're talking about, in our opinion, are bitches. Either that, or we're acting like bitches and ranting on about other poor souls. It's fun to analyse!

I've always wondered, do guys bitch more than girls? It's possible. Maybe more in their heads than anything else. But hey, it's still bitching. Right? Or does bitching have to be public? Bitching is bitching wherever, right?

[No. of times I've used the word 'bitching' so far: 10. or 11 (including the latest one)]

Me: I think this has been an interesting post...Right?
VIMH (Voices In My Head): Keep telling yourself that, darling.
Me: Shut up, what do you know?
VIMH: A hell lot more than you.
Me: Well, I think this was a nice post.
VIMH: Honey, you've been talking about bitching. You counted the number of times you said it in the post. You're bored as hell and just trying to make yourself happier.
Me: Well...Oh, go away.
VIMH: Can't. See, you keep typing out what I'm telling you.
Me: Ok, that is truly freaky.
VIMH: Well then stop.
Me: OK, I will!
.........
VIMH: Can't do it can you?
Me: Stop sniggering.
VIMH: You're the one sniggering, remember? I'm you. You're me. Blah.
Me: I..*bursts into tears*

"Would you maybe
Come dancing with me?
'Cause, to me, it doesn't matter
If your hopes and dreams are shattered"

[Oasis - Girl In The Dirty Shirt]