I should have been XERXES.

I have moderate hypersomnia.

Scary.

It ain't what it was supposed to be.

Don't judge me, if you don't know me.

Some people just pretend they know me so damn well, when they don't.
Some people just pretend they are so damn close to me, when they are not.
Some people are just so misconstrued to think they are so damn close to me and
they know me so damn well to even start judging me.

But i am telling you, get real, and listen.
Stop fucking judge me and telling me what to do when you don't even know me well.

And I had to ressurect this from the dark recesses of my blog past. But these words kept playing in my head with a huge vengeance. It is a wonder that I managed to squash the all too familiar ambiguity and melancholia back down where it belonged.

Whatever happened to, there are two sides to a story, two sides of a coin, innocent until proven guilty and all that godfucking jazz?

*see I can be straightforward if I want to.

But hey, I can handle it. I'm a big boy now. It's just that I can't seem to shake this disappointment that has encircled my heart and grabbed it oh so dearly.

21st what a fucking joke.

Same shit. Different day

Oh my god! You guys still visit my blog!

Woo

Dilbert never fails to crack me up. I guess it's not just the humour that tickles me but the way the comic always relates back to reality that really strikes a chord inside me. From young we were taught responsibility, integrity and to try your best in whatever you do. So much so that we tend to seek refuge into these old values in ALL the situations we face, like fitting a square peg into a round hole. Why should you accept your fate when it's not worth it in the first place? If you feel something is not worth wasting your time on, refuse. There is always a way out.

Fight for freedom.

2007

I am 3 months overdue for a post. But hey, who's complaining? At least finally I have decided to engage myself in some fruitful literature after months of following orders. Contrary to popular belief, my brains remain intact as I continue to churn out thought-provoking insights that will leave you scratching your head. Thank god for that.

The other day I was out with my chums, who by the way again commented about my very non pro-active stance towards them, when we started talking about our most common subject.

National Service.

Horror.Disbelief.Uncomprehending

I.have.recently.noticed.this.vogue.of.writing.taglines.using.fullstops.as.if.fullstops.are.the.jokers.in.poker.cards.where.you.can.use.the.jokers.to.represent.any.card.you.might.be.missing.in.your.hand

I'm sorry did I just annoy you? You should look at thsi from my point of view. Did you know how many times i instinctively pressed the 'spacebar' just to type that sentence above?

ANYWAY, I digress.

Supposedly the fullstops are meant to link the three words together. Dont ask me how. They just do. While we were talking animatedly about NS, I felt a chilling image crawling insidiously into the back of my mind. Careful not to betray my outward serenity, I used every ounce of will to push it into the deep dark recesses of my mind.

Remember when we were in poly, we told ourselves we will not become boring NS boys who only talk about NS and proceed to bore women to tears. Sorry chums, we are one of THEM now. To quote the famous Gandalf the White, "We have become what we had swore to destroy."

SIGH

However, somethings never change. Like we would always never fail to go to a creative (notice the lack of a capital "C") booth when we visit IT shows.

And while we are on the topic of never changing...

FUCKING DISGRACE

Picture says a thousands words and I have ranted about this too many goddamned times.

A million things to do and all I can think of is you. *wink