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Once again, internet retards click on words such as 'this' or 'blog' when I'm talking about something. They are called hyperlinks. They also have tiny dots under them, just to dumb it up for you. Also, if you have no clue what hyperlinks are check THIS out. (there, now I gave you an example too) If you still don't get it here is an amazingly easier way. Get a hammer. Proceed to bang it against your computer with vehemant force.

Thank You

Just a few moments after I wrote this my really good friend replied to it with a poem on her blog that drove me to tears of joy. It made me so happy..seriously, I have nothing to say but thank you, Andrea.



revelations?

o mighty tiger, said the hippo*
i feel like i don't know you no more

you once were suave and sophisticated#
now an empty shell, a hermit sedated

ill give you a cheery sunny smile
we may even banter awhile...

and then you'll know you're not alone
so come on now, don't be so forlorn..

so will you or not, let me in?
or leave me out in the jungle din?


* we had to act as animals for a skit at our school assembly..I got to be a tiger while she had to live with being a hippo. Not that she was fat. If anything, I considered her beautiful at that point of time.

# we also had to come up with our own lines for our characters in the skit (sticking to the general theme of the skit of course) and my gem was "I am a mighty tiger, suave and sophisticated!" while sashaying and swinging my tail around.

Soul Rain

A lot of people wonder why I blog...Ok sorry nobody wonders why I blog, heck come to think of it there's hardly anyone who even reads my blog but that's besides the point. Maybe a few of my select readers want to know why I blog and this is my post on explaining why.

Many people write blogs to let friends and relatives be connected to their lives, you know, like a sort of update where they can reach out to everyone they know through one medium and tell everyone from their best friend's bud to their great grand mom how amazing their time at the Zoo was, complete with high res pictures of themselves and a woebegone chimp. Some people use it as a platform to showcase their talent; the greatest example of this being Enkore, this dude I write rap lyrics for so that he can be cool and woo the ladies :P Some people blog with the intention of creating a sort of stability in their life. A routine say, or a fixed buoy in the ocean of madness that is their life, if I may say so.
Me? My life is a whirlpool of crazy with or without the blog, the only talent I show here is about moaning and whining like a little girl (come to think of it, I have little girl cousins and even they don't whine like me), my friends don't read my blog (fat lot of good you guys are!!!) let me put it this way, if I wanted to count how many friends read my blog I would probably need just one hand and as for my family knowing about it? Well I've already bought a canoe, a map and packed enough tinned stuff to last a lifetime in case that ever happens.

So why do I write my blog? Is it to send secret government information to my handlers in Tolkien land in code? Is it because I'm actually Robert Pattinson writing under a hidden identity just to see how a normal teen feels like? (ladies: think of this as a maybe and hit me up on my email at the right of your screen) Is it because I'm actually an evil genius (not of the Mojojojo and that geeky dude from Phineas and Ferb variety) and I'm actually trying to drive you all insane with my crazy rants?No, no..the reason I blog ladies and gentlemen, is for me.

My blog is a sort of diary for myself and I don't mind you guys taking a look. It's a way for me to look back in time and laugh or cry, to go back to that moment and that day when I wrote about that particular post. A time capsule to break open and read about when things are going awry. It's also something that makes me feel good. Writing about stuff, it makes me better, happy stuff, bad stuff, it doesn't make a difference. Writing it down here makes it all feel good and saves that moment, those thoughts, for the future. It's like therapy for myself maybe even a form of escape, that's another reason why I don't mind people not reading my blog. That way, the only person I write for is myself and that's how I think it should be. The moment you write FOR an audience, that's where you've lost it my man.
People have told me(just 2 actually, but I guess that counts as 'people') that whenever they feel down or are upset about something or another they come to my blog and read it backwards. It perks them up (and it perks me up too that you guys feel that way, thanks) and this is exactly what I'm talking about. I randomly go through my blog posts whenever I'm down or bored and my posts just light me up, the funny posts, the happy posts, the sad posts about situations which I eventually got out off. It puts me at a loss of words to describe how it feels going through them. It's like the rain, but through my blog and in my soul. My soul rain.

So there, now you know.

P.S. I was going through my posts, reading them up when I came across this one (Internet retards click on the word 'this') and read this line. "I would happily go through 10 break ups than go through this living hell." Somehow I KNEW that was going to come back and bite me in the ass :D Oh the irony, I absolutely long for those days now.

Bon anniversaire!!

Happy birthday Andrea Neha Fernandes!! May God shower his blessings upon you and may there be unbridled joy in your life :)

I don't have any gift to get you..but here's a poem by Alexander Pope :)



Oh be thou blest with all that Heav'n can send,
Long Health, long Youth, long Pleasure, and a Friend:
Not with those Toys the female world admire,
Riches that vex, and Vanities that tire.
With added years if Life bring nothing new,
But, like a Sieve, let ev'ry blessing thro',
Some joy still lost, as each vain year runs o'er,
And all we gain, some sad Reflection more;
Is that a Birth-Day? 'tis alas! too clear,
'Tis but the funeral of the former year.
Let Joy or Ease, let Affluence or Content,
And the gay Conscience of a life well spent,
Calm ev'ry thought, inspirit ev'ry grace.
Glow in thy heart, and smile upon thy face.
Let day improve on day, and year on year,
Without a Pain, a Trouble, or a Fear;
Till Death unfelt that tender frame destroy,
In some soft Dream, or Extasy of joy,
Peaceful sleep out the Sabbath of the Tomb,
And wake to Raptures in a Life to come.



Once again a very happy birthday to you :)

Changing The Face Of The Country

Cold

I have a black hole
In my heart
And nobody knows it save one
And to her it cant be talked about
How I wish I had a tiger
Warm, fuzzy and stalwart
To cuddle.

Scheduling 2

Well the old one didn't seem to be working very well soo...

6.30-7AM : Jog on the beach.
7-8.30AM : Breakfast, bath and read the news via Pulse on my phone and the generic news app.
8.45AM-2.30PM : College. (also known as 'shoot me now' time)
3-4.30PM : Late lunch, snooze.
4.30-5PM : Bath, Tea.
5PM-8.30PM : Study
8.30PM-9PM : Dinner
9-10PM : Light reading, micellenous internet stuff.
10PM-6.30AM : Sleep.