I don't know how many times I will keep making and breaking this promise to myself to at least try and make an effort to contribute more often to my blog. What I do know is that I'm lazy. And that's one of the reasons why I don't:

a) bother picking up a pen to scribble down random thoughts in my diary.. or
b) get my bottom off of my bed (which I spend most of my time in these days during the hours that I'm not stuck to an office desk with my eyes glued to the screen) to take my laptop, switch it on and start typing.. or even
c) do nothing other than log on to my blog and start typing from my phone!

Ever since I've started working life has been so monotonous, the same old things everyday.. there are good times and then.. there's AutoCAD. What could I possibly even write about? The most blogging  I've done in the past nine (..or has it been ten?) months would've been the conversations I have. With myself. In my head.
I keep dreaming of the day when technology would be so far advanced that while I think my thoughts, they get typed automatically and stored in some tiny point-sized chip embedded in my brain, and I can revisit them as I please. Trust me, the world is missing out on so much right now.. how many such meaningful conversations have been lost. Sigh.

This isn't really anything. But its a start. And this time my mom was responsible for reminding me to write again. Love you mom. And also an unexpected reader. :) Well, I thought readers of this blog were virtually nonexistent because I'd managed to bury it pretty deep. Thanks for digging it up. Means a lot.