I said "Tell me man, when does the fun begin?"

I think Lap Dancing is extremely sexy.
Not sleazy, sexy.

More so, when a guy gives it to you- No, that's a lie. It's rather funny when a guy is giving it to you.
Not sleazy, funny.

It's so cute to see him move his tiny little tush to the mother of 'clean' lap dances' song just for you. After a little more than just a few laughs, there's role reversal and then you do it like it's reallllly done!
Not sleazy, a little slutty perhaps, if you will.
And oh so sexy!

And then other things follow when you seem to be dying several deaths courtesy pleasure and pleasure, alone.  It's appalling to see how he does so many things with so many things including his toes and eyelashes amongst others. Oh! *Good English*!!!
eeeeeeeeeee. It becomes a little hard to contain excitement when the above occurrences might have happened only a little while back.

Dancing makes me very very VERY happy. I have never understood how people 'can't dance'. Something that can impart as much gratification comes naturally; people just don't try enough. It's the most amazing thing in the world, next only to, maybe, a few other things.

'You're a fool whether or not you dance; so you might as well dance' - Japanese Proverb.  

There's a reason Dirty Dancing was called that. It's as mean as it gets; this dance thing.

Day 03 - A picture of you and your friends.

I just realized I do have a life. And blogging has become a major part of it.
Am I happy about it? Yes? No? Can't say.

Blogging is the new Facebook ( It caused me physical pain in the heart to type that!). I blog before and after I have to go out of the house. 

Anyway,

Picture:

Goa, 2010.
Best Trip Ever.

There's a story behind the picture; which Trishi and I are remembering for a long time, I think.

Oh Yes, I have a lot of friends and cannot even begin putting up picture with each one of them.


I love This Goa Song, for some reason.
Not so much for the music or feel or anything, but the words; it's ABOUT Goa.

Anyway,

L-R : Trishi, Rits, Di, Me :) 

Camera Shy (read : Picture Taker) Preeto.

If 'Sex and the City' were based in Goa, we're all getting the leads.
Me: Samantha. 

La La La...

What happens when you have a laptop that is all yours and you do not need to share it with anyone?

- You become a Facebook whore!

What happens when you have a laptop that is all yours and you do not need to share it with anyone but you're off Facebook?

- You blog. Many many times, so.

It's just sad. Earlier my 'lack of life' on most days didn't come on the surface as much because the day at home was spent on Facebook. The fact that the Facebook chat sucks and I don't go online there, I really was on it all day for the purposes of voyeurism alone.

 It was through my stalker tendencies that I would think,comment (even if in my head) and feel sadistic satisfaction.

Yes, I am a very lame person.

Now I am a 'full-on-blog-person'- whatever that means! I feel unusually opiniated about most things and out of the lack of having anything else to do, I blog.

Jaya thinks it's cool. What does he know, anyway? Sigh.

You know how the common want of all people you know is great hair? It's true. Everyone wants great hair.

I do too.

I want my hair to look like sex;

not like I-just-had-sex, you know?

YOU *Good English* .You're nice at the things you do. Really Really Nice.

I have no clothes, by the way.

Or shoes.

Or kajal.

Or money.

I am poor.

And bored.

...

ooo.

Reading a blog and not commenting is like winking to a really hot guy in the dark.

It's pointless. The hot guy never feels appreciated. Ya. So.

^^ I read a version of this somewhere and made a mental note to put it here. :P

Also, I have never really understood the phenomena of winking, really. There could be so many possible interpretations to it.

The world and its ways.

...

P.S- Not.Blogging.Tomorrow.For.Sure.

       Must.Study.To.Clear.University.Examinations.

Of Sex Education... or the lack of it!

There's a reason why Sex Education needs to be imparted to people of planet Earth. Really.
I haven't laughed like this since this.
Here's hoping the ask-ers of these queries never decide to procreate.
I am almost ready to pray for the same.


P.S- Not being on Facebook gives one way more time than one might imagine. Sigh. I neeeeeeeeeeeeed my life back. waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
P.P.S- The 30 Day Thing bores mee.. Cannot do this everyday. Shall write under it as and when I feel the need to self indulge, self obsess and be answerable about self in any form.
P.P.S- Look how many cool link things I have going on here.

Have a Good Laugh.
Also, it's always a good idea to not have sex queries this weird. Hahahahahahahahahahahaha

Comfortably Numb?

People cut themselves. Voluntarily. To cause pain.

Growing up, I took most of these people to be nothing more than a bunch of slightly ignored people who slip up and cut near-wrist-areas(mostly) only in their pursuit to gain a little bit of attention every once in a while. We've all been there, it's true. We've all had our 'omg-my-life-sucks-and-pain-is-my-only-company' phase. I know I have had mine. But cutting causes pain- a hell lot of it, at that. Would anyone do it only for attention? I think not.

I was talking to my friend about it. He thought it was very funny;

"'she' doesnt care about 'my' felings, therefore i -will take a blade and very cleverly NOT slit my wrists but see blood and feel 'satisfied'-it's funny!"

Is it, really?

For some it may be a gimmick, agreed. But for most it is a medical condition.

They don't cleverly 'not slit' the wrists. The idea is not to die, it's not. It's to feel pain. Almost fatal pain.

It is less scary, more creepy, I think.

What is creepier is that I know people who are/were into it.

A lot of things hurt.

Hurt like hell.

Hurt like fuck!

It pains when things don't work out the way you want.

Doesn't cutting cause more pain, though?

Is the release of the pain through cutting worth it?

Is self destruction the way to go?

I don't judge, I don't,

I get scared though.

Very very very much so.

Day 02 - The meaning behind your blog name.

Blog Name : POINT BLANK.
What it means? Just that. No more, no less.

Whatever is on the blog is what I have thought of, felt, created and put down. Point blank. I don't know big words, my language isn't particularly stylish; It's for no one else but me, only so that when I am old and alone and cranky, I can look back in time via this damn blog and re-live my years of prime :)

That's that. Point Blank.
Yeah. I am disappointing that way...

Day 01 - A recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself.

The following are 15 facts,yes.
Interesting? I couldn't care less, really.

1. I have been editing my pictures, lately. I may be complete crap at them but I have never claimed otherwise anyway, so.
2. I eat a lot. At least, I want to. Ya. I don't have an appetite, apparently. Boo! I like cooking, though.
3. I can hug people even if I don;t know them enough. Oh wait! I already do. I like to. Hugging and kissing are my 'things'.
4. I am vertically challenged and I am the only short person I know who is at complete peace with the fact. Really. I think I would just be awkward had I been tall.
5. I love chicken. And when I say love, I mean it with all my heart and more
6. Black should be a religion. I wouldn't be an agnostic then.
7. I need to watch a movie every weekend.
8. I not only want but I need a hell lot of money for sustaining happiness.
9. I am not a nature-lover. Gasp all you want, it's true.
10. I am not into music. Sometimes I want to be, though. I just don't think I get it, you know? Good ol' Bollywood works for me just fine.
11. I have problems accepting if and when I am wrong.
12. I think Facebook should be a tangible person. I swear some major love-making would have happened then.
13. I love smoking. I don't love the fact that I do, though.
14. I want to dance all my life. If I could've, I would've.
15. I want to know/study/watch all about Bollywood. It fascinates me beyond limits.

Oh! It's done. It was so much simpler than I thought. Talking about self comes naturally to me. Sigh.

Good Night.