I yawned again trying to keep my eyes open, the story was about to end i had to finish reading it before i went to bed. It was a mystery one and i being more of a romantic novel lover did not like it much but i have this thing about me once i start reading something i can not rest in peace untill i have finished it. Also the plot was all jumbled up, every paragraph contradicted the previous one. Why did i even start reading this story in the first place? i could have writen better than that AND that thought alerted me shooing all the sleepiness away. I hit blog spot and that is how this blog of mine came into being :P