Casanova

It is one of those days you sit down to write something then you realize you just have been over-optimistic. Writing is not just your cup of tea, and among many gifts, you lack, one is creativity. But that’s exactly how it works, guys, especially after you already, unwillingly, tapped “chat later babe” to your girlfriend. The other two or three, it is not working out and you would rather have your phone off than hear them beep. So you decide to be busy. You remember you once scored 18 in composition. You can write, right? Take out that writing pad.

So I pull out my intercontinental writing pad (this has been a treasure for days now) and my pen (Bic), and starts writing. Well, I am vague. Nothing flows. I pluck out the first page. Such a loss! Go to the second one. Try out some lyrics (You know how everybody in campus thinks he/she can sing). Damn! I have to tear that again. Then an idea strikes me; why can’t I be real and share with these guys what I go through in my daily life. That sounds awesome, right? Let’s go!