Sleepy Head-ache

“At first I start to feel a little sad, as I continue to go along with it, it makes me feel like wanting to cry and after reading the ending, I feel like doing something bad to myself.”

That’s what my friend said about my blog and the entries in it. Though he only said it jokingly, it occurred to me that the majority who visits my blog are my friends. So that didn’t leave a very good impression…on me and so I thought.

Having said that, I fully understand that I don’t write the most cheerful/ happy blog, but this is how I like/prefer writing it. Writing about intimate thoughts and private discourses are my ‘cup of tea’. I am very much interested in how people 'think'…the subconscious, its spontaneity, and how real, honest, and maybe even ugly and selfish it gets when ones thoughts are in play.

I have no intention on making anyone feel more depressed or sad than they already are after reading my works. So if possible, try not to be. Hence I will still go on writing like this but I’ll try to make an effort on making it more cheerful, less negative if I am able to do so that is.

For a start, I’ll share something that I find really funny. I read this on ‘overheard’ and saved it. The first time I read this, it was hysterical. Though now when I read it again, it’s not as funny, anyhoo, here goes;

“Chick: So, I'm up by Bryant Park, and there are all these cop cars lined up, and then one of them decides, 'Okay, time to go!' and he puts his siren on and pulls out, and all the rest of them following, all their sirens going whoop-buppa-whoop-whoop! And then I hear something that sounds like some guy going 'whoop-buppa-whoop-whoop' -- like, he's making siren noises -- and I turn around, and there's this cop... I guess the siren on his cop car wasn't working or something, so he's on the loudspeaker mic yelling, 'Whoop-buppa-whoop-whoop!' as they all zoom off down 42nd Street. It was crazy!”