Why the fuck did I keep this stupid title for the blog ?
Is it just me or do you too look at yourself from a few years ago and go, "what a punk"
Maybe I thought the fancy words together would sound smart.
I feel sometimes the great divide, within
Makes it easy to blend in anywhere. But makes one as much a misfit, as popular.
people are so entertaining. I probably look creepy when sometimes I'm just looking around observing them.
I thought " oh shit how how big does that boy look since i last saw him as a kid !" and then i thought " oh shit how fucking old am i to be saying shit like that already. when did i
become, old .. er .. ish ?
this is a new feeling.
Every man should grow a beard once.
It liberates
and you'd be taken by how much people react to it
nothing says more " I don't give a shit " than a beard.
Is it not a curse, for when a photographer looks at something beautiful, the first thought that comes to his mind is
" how good would this look in a picture !"
or maybe I'm just rambling
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I'm eagerly listening.
August 19, 2010 at 11:00 PM
You doped rambler
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About us
Once accustomed to each others daily company in a hexagonal room, looking not much unlike the 25 other odd male inhabitants in a conformity-intended ensemble, we occupied the same high school space. In running the risk of cliched nostalgic reminiscence; those were certainly days of bro-bonding like none other.
We find ourselves today, at three vastly different cities and institutions of higher learning. What still sustains our friendship though; beyond and despite the lack of geographical proximity, is what I shall simplistically attempt to explain with the aid of a statistical math tool (refer:common ground).
With these pleasantries out of the way; let me further convolute this introduction.
There are nerds, and there are jocks. There are the deeply pious, and the self-righteous atheists. The lost poets in apathetic tees and the narcissistic yuppies in classy 3-piece GQs. The thums up lovers and the connoisseurs of fine wine.
Or as I would like to think of us; both and neither.
There is an oxymoron in there somewhere
For at some point in our lives; we've each played a video game for 9 hours straight, spent a session from midnight to dawn of uninterrupted street football, quoted Nietzshe and then laughed on last nights How I Met ..
you get the idea.
We find ourselves today, at three vastly different cities and institutions of higher learning. What still sustains our friendship though; beyond and despite the lack of geographical proximity, is what I shall simplistically attempt to explain with the aid of a statistical math tool (refer:common ground).
With these pleasantries out of the way; let me further convolute this introduction.
There are nerds, and there are jocks. There are the deeply pious, and the self-righteous atheists. The lost poets in apathetic tees and the narcissistic yuppies in classy 3-piece GQs. The thums up lovers and the connoisseurs of fine wine.
Or as I would like to think of us; both and neither.
There is an oxymoron in there somewhere
For at some point in our lives; we've each played a video game for 9 hours straight, spent a session from midnight to dawn of uninterrupted street football, quoted Nietzshe and then laughed on last nights How I Met ..
you get the idea.
