And one day, the blurred instances of childhood, will just fade away, without as much a moment's notice.

...And all that will remain will be a few mis-leading questions.

And then, it all boiled down to nothing.

How often, if not always, have you taken decisions, that affected your very being?
I think, the wine that I sip, oh so slowly, is taking all over me.
The pain, is a little too much, but I dilute it with the whiskey, that follows soon after.
And as the drop of blood red numbness trickles down the side of my lips, my mind pursues nothingness of another kind.
If only, I'd held your hand a bit too tight.
I finally know how it feels when pain engulfs your heart.
I think, I'd rather wait for the apathy to seep in, and slowly transform to death.

"Now let's dance a while"

I'm not so good at giving titles to my posts. Thus, I look to songs for the necessary inspiration. 
Also, thesaurus.com is my favourite website. I just type in random words, to look for synonyms. I believe that it slightly helps my vocabulary, which is not good enough, for me to boast about. But, no, remove that look off your face, I genuinely do not open thesaurus, when writing a new post. We're cool on that, yeah?
I wish, and by that I mean, really wish that I'd be exchanged in a foreign exchange program, that should be fun.
Right, now, I'm failing to make the distinction between the two existing blogs of mine, one, is this of course, the other is Tryst With Newness. I'm open to suggestions for another blog name. 
So, the confusion is, which post goes where. Before writing, I have to spend crucial minutes of my life trying to gauge where I can write, what. Don't ask me why I made another blog in the first place. You ask me no questions, I give you no answers.
Also, I've been enough rude lately. I'm not replying to comments on this blog. And tonight, I will be doing just that, replying, that is.
Also, since I've been suggesting you songs every random post, so here it goes. Do not leave without giving a ear [or hear, is it?] to this one, which, by the way, inspired my post title, which, incidentally, has nothing to do with the post. 

I'm sorry, but serious love was a-happenin'

I don't remember the last time, i was so happy.
Love happened, no really.
*drum roll please*
My new camera. Yikes!
I finally have the canon EOS1100D, and I can't stop gushing about it.

Okay, I have funny hands, now what?

Also, something really happened. Poulomi from The Girl Next Door, is my classmate. Ain't that weird?
You can read her blog post about it here. 
Its cute to know your blogger friends, nice to meet them at blog-meet-ups. But crazy and awesome to be their classmate for the next three years, nay? 
And Formspring is crazy, I get asked weird questions. :/
Okay, now run along, you. 
Oh, and please, listen to this song. 

And then, the inevitable happened.

If you expect me to come up on twitter, put up a hash tag, and say how much I condemn the attacks, then you're wrong.
For once, and for the first time, yesterday changed tomorrow, that which would have been the happiest day of my life.
All, I can say, fuckers, behind it, and the ones on television [read: in white] condemning it, I wish you all go die.

update.

College has begun.
[honestlyIexpectedmore, butipromisedmyselfIwouldn'twhine]
But, yes, that means, long college hours, coupled with french classes, leaving me, quite wasted for the day.
I, honestly do not have the inclination to type any further, so I guess, I'll leave you guys with two absolute favourite songs of mine.

And just like that, she shrugged.

She analyses, with a thinking prowess of a lion on its prey. She lusts, from the corner of her eye, but she chooses her prey well. They always seem to belong to the same breed. The chauvinistic, egoistic, with an over-rated self-esteem, and well, exceptionally beautiful.

And it always ends the same way.

With hurt, and the ego going bust.

No pompous and narcissistic individual likes being over powered in the one place, where he, otherwise feels the most powerful. 

With the immense satisfaction, comes a great deal of resentment.

And she, with content in her mind, and expletives in her heart, shrugs and leaves.

That was some time, well spent.