Hindsight

It is absolutely shocking when horrendous experiences become... OKAY.. Ask yourself. Goodness.. is that all we are? Our memories? Or is it an insanely complex matrix of conditioning and screwing around with our brain that everyone has a part of that makes us who we are?

Stand by me?

I was asked this sometime ago. who would you stand by? me or (insert name) if it all came to a ruck? I spent a whole great deal of time thinking about it, then i realized. What? after searching my emotions of how i would feel and so on, I realized that i stand by logic, and I stand for what i think is right, and i cannot predict how i will react... duhh... how am i supposed to say that? It is rather pointless to explain yourself anyway isnt it? when all others see is their perception of you and what they want to see.

Fire-making

Dont complicate matters.

Precisely that, exactly that. When I say iI mean it in its simplest form, i mean it in its simplest form. Don't read between the line when there is simply nothing to read, and when told that there is nothing to read. Honestly, how can I S.P.E.L.L. it out more clearly?

I heard this from a friend. I am just having fun, and i swear I am just having fun. Nothing more. I am feeling fine, but once you get anal, I tire. Damn fast.

I am in a tired and irritated mood, and somehow, it is at times like these that the people who stepped on your toes just keep hopping and hopping.... on your entire foot!

Am I not a simple man?

PLUS

Makes me a really happy person.

Crunch time.

I rather like crunch time, when i get productive, when i get all my stuff done, when i go into denial and imagine that my work is all i am worth, all i am. Perhaps it is good, to be self absorbed, to strive for the utterly mediocre. Why? it is easy, nice and comfy... no? Tell me otherwise.

And This is who I am

What we are made of

I have a dream, and this dream is troubling me as i have deviated from its realization. I need to get back on track, and yet there are so many niceties that I have rendered that's holding me back. Sometimes, I read, there has to come a point in someone's life that he just screws everything else and goes purely for what he wants, what he believes in. That time draws near. It is imminent. How? How now?

And we get this started.

It is high time, that i get something to pen down my thoughts, and yet, i have been procrastinating for so long. It is high time.

I will go down in history, if i can just pen down a bit of what i ponder about