TUESDAY TATTLES ㅣ My “I could have’s” today.

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It’s Monday night. I stayed all day in the flat. Most hours spent sleeping in my room escaping “chitchats” with anyone. Okay, I get easily bored with chats-turned-longgg-story-telling; that I have nothing to do with; give me stiff neck; and make me see or imagine hazy shapes that I’d ask myself if I am still awake, just imagining things, or if I’m already in a coma while someone keeps on talking.

So anyway, I am not here to vent out about that.

Let’s start again.

It’s Monday night. First day of Holidays that should have spent unwinding outside with friends. But I opted to sleep the day away and recover from last night’s shenanigans. (translation: just loads of laughter and some social drinks that could pass as a soda. Sigh. I’m getting old.)

I could have spent my day finishing the paper works I took home, or  painting, or drawing. Or I could have cleaned my room! My sexy inner voice whispered to me that I should just lie on my back, watch re-runs of FRIENDS, and eat some chips. Oh that b*tch! I was fooled again. Sorry waistline!

I could have read a book. There is a stack of books on my bedside table begging me to open them. And e-books on my phone screeching to let me know they are still there.

I am imagining things way too much. I could have written a book!

If I want to write a book, I need an inspiration. A boyfriend vacation would be nice; set foot in Europe; dine in al fresco; meet the eyes of a gorgeous stranger..

Okay, stop.

I could have just really cleaned my room. I’d do that tomorrow morning.

Goodnight.

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Hi. Meet me at the Yellow Intersection.

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First post. I’ve been thinking about what to name this entry; it should be extravagant; it should be catchy; and it should be mind-boggling-making-you-think-that-the-author-is-one-heck-of-a-genius. But I changed my mind. As always. I keep changing my mind.

Art. My brain is one big empty canvas with an undecided artist; confused between the detailed art and an abstract, again pretending to be deep with one helluva IQ.

Travel. I’ve traveled the world through my mind. I want to see as many places as there are in the globe. But I am one lazy ass. And a paranoid one. I would always go back to my comfort zone any second I get a goose bump. Most important point, I’m broke.

Music. I like singing..in my mind. I believe I have a great voice which unfortunately curls up every time someone hears me hitting a note. Or have I really hit a note yet?

Literature. Fashion. Romance. Whatever. I am fascinated by the Victorian era. I adore how sophisticated and elegant the ladies were in their flamboyant don’t-you-dare-breathe-dresses, and I love how romantic, not to mention grandiose, the men were back then. Period.

People. I love and hate people. It depends on my mood. It depends on your looks (literally and figuratively). It depends on your attitude. I can wake up and see you and hate you in an instant.. Or maybe, with some strange force, I can like you in a snap; without a reason..without a clue.

My mind’s like that. Don’t argue.