Bloggart :D

...a not-so-funny picture of the future, that is.
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It's wrap-up time out here in the boondocks.
Two frikkin awesome years comin to an end.
There's loads to write on THAT topic...about leaving, saying goodbye and sheet l'thaat.
But that's for some other time.

For now, i was like lookin through the posts on one of my yahoogroups. I have like this thing, for yahoogroups. If i hav a gang, i must have a group for them. And evry1 must get on it. And evry1 should send each other inane mails. I'm like dat. I'm syko. I make crazy@ss groups on places like orkut and yahoo. :| judge thou not me.

Aaanyways...i got nuthin to do rite now...so i was browsing through old mails [note: seriously, absolutely nothing to do :D ]. and i found THIS among a million other mails.
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From: "syko" [b0*****@*****.****.ac.in]
Date: Sat Sep 11, 2004 3:50 am
Subject: Random post

It's 3.53AM on a saturday morning.

I sit here at home...wide awake in the wee hours of the mornin.
knowin full well that i leave home (AGAIN!) in another 27 hours. I
feel like i just got here. damn damn damn.

Might see the people today for lunch. Might.

Got lots to pack and shit. And loads to do. And need to spend time
with family.

I aint workin yet. but at the pace at which i'm being driven, i
wonder what THAT will be like.

syko.



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well...dat was months ago. and now here i am. WITH a frikkin job and a title and all dat. i dont hav too much time to wonder abt sheet l'this. coz i'll be jumpin in head first in just about a month's time. and accordin to all first and second and third hand information i can gather, the party's JUST beginning :p

i hav only one friggin thing to say: AYE CARUMBA!

syko.


Current Mood: Triumphant
Current Music: Lamhe - Jal

on this our republic day, i salute the following.

1. tribal songs. especially those dat go dik-chum-dik-chumm-POW. even more so those dat are played in the name of national pride. only on republic day. and only through megaphones.

2. copycats.

3. ze human brain. in all its marvellous complexity.

dats it.
syko.

endnote_bizness

My friend and i have an existential_dilemma of sorts :p

So this is how it plays out. She has an offer from an awesome company. So do I. Now the way we phrase it is like this.

She: See...You can have one of two things in life. Lotsa money or job quality. Now, if i want money, I can accept the offer I have and live in peace. But...if i want job quality, I'll havta wait for placement week. WHAT DO I DO???

Me: See...You can have one of two things in life. Lotsa money or job quality. Now, if i want job_quality, I can accept the offer I have and live in peace. But...if i want lottsa monnay, I'll havta wait for placement week. WHAT DO I DO???

It's like Dogbert sez i think ... "there are some things which you must not know the answers to". :-"

PostScript
Yes. The answer's fairly obvious. But it's more fun this way :D

Peace.

Edit: wait! there's even a part in the song that goes "jhingalala-la!"
(note that the last "la!" is sung in a higher note! :D). luvin d subtlety...now gettin strangely attracted to the song. @-)

Current Mood: Bad Hair Day
Current Music: Ya. You gessed it. Its the bloody tribal song. @(#*@ :p

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Considering this is the last term @ school for me, I thought I

Current Mood: Grand
Current Music: Simon & Garfunkel - The Sound of Silence

Here's to everything you were.

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[syko blogs this post not for any of you chaps. but for record keeping purposes and the like. y'kno. :-" ]

Here's to first times...

~the first time i started a year sittin in a restaurant chewin on chicken sizzler [to be exact, finished eating at 12.04AM Jan 1st 2004]

~the first year i started away from home and family

~the first away-birthday

~the first...maaan...so many damm firsts. the first trek. the first campin trip. like REAL campin.

~first kayaking thing. rapids. (ok. there wasnt anything REMOTELY rapid abt the water. bloddy cheats (#*@)(#)

~the first time i mustered enuff courage to take that first step. edit.

~first visits. to bombay. to ahmedabad. to orissa.

Current Mood: Triumphant
Current Music: Musafir hoon yaaron...

In my mind and in my car...
We can't rewind...we've gone too far.

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Am cutting the "oh no i havent blogged in a long while" crap right out right now :D hyello again to evry1 though.
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Practising for a gig is painful. It's not the fact that we have to play bits of the song over and over again until we get it just right...it's more of the unearthly time we choose to practise at:p Thinking back over all the time our band's played...i can't think of a single time we've practised 1. in the morning 2. atleast a week before the show.

So basically...if the gig's on 11th Dec...you'll find us going crash-bang the night before the show...ALL NITE. There was this one time actually where we practised every night for 4 days for a performance in Calcutta....that meant starting at 10PM evrynite...going on to 5AM evryday. The show went well...very satisfying...but the the lack of sleep translated to a very groggy me for the next few days. That's how I feel right now. Slightly groggy. :p

But then it's worth it.

December 11th, 8.43 PM.
Standing on stage, with the lights in your face, sound monitors hissing in front of you. Drummer doing dat ole drum roll routine he's so damm good at. Lead guitarist finishing up his god-awesome-lead thing. Bassist lookin at you...mouthin to you that you shud be ready.

I am. As ready as I can be. Percussion stops...and guitars fade out. All silent. Start hittin C with the right hand. Turn up the volume dial slowly...get the volume just right. Bring down the left hand onto the chords. Start playing. Audience is like wtf mate....wat's THIS guy playin...dint the song just end??? 20 seconds later....you look past the stage lights...and ppl who've recognized what you're doing are goin "woohoo" in the audience...dont get distracted. look down. continue playing...reach the end of the first verse. cue the drums and the metal guitar. drummer steps in neatly. the bloody god level guitar fker i play with...steps in ever so sweetly with his bit...and well...

-EDIT-

Well..the night ended well. Ok. Gotta admit twas local bands we was playing with. And they were playing Limp Bizkit and The Rasmus while we were playing Floydian Era stuff so the contrast was incredible. Ya, the sound system was not all it cuda been and the first song went under coz of the extra amp given to the metal guitar. But it all evened out in the end. And the last piece brought the house down. :-)

Now THAT is worth any amount of painful practice.

syko.

PS: Blaag title refers to the first song of the night from us. -Presidents of the USA- version. Not -The Buggles- one. Much more jiggy shtyle :D

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Context: I play the synth. For a band. And no we dont play at weddings. dont bother asking. it's very irritating. (@#&*(*@#&( those ppl are "ORCHESTRA ppl"...not BAND ppl. damm.

-EDIT-

Finally: The Piece > Layla. Not the one you wuda heard. The one that was played at the Rainbow Concert in England. Eric Clapton with Jeff Beck and Jimmy Page. Try finding it on Kazaa or something. 9 minutes. The first six minutes is Layla_regular (if i may call it that)...the next three minutes is the part i've written about. Piano+Metal Guitars+Bass+Percussion. One of the sweetest things I've heard. Or played. Leave you to judge it for yourself. Out.

 

EDITED on Jan 3rd by moi. Toning_down_exercise. :-"

Current Mood: Triumphant
Current Music: On the turning away. Floyd.

...come 2moro...2moro i'll be gone...

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"Syko last posted on Sep 14, 2004 at 3:59 pm"

A lot's happened since then, I dare say. But nothing as earth shattering as last term. This last month's been "normal"...as definitions for "normal" go. Did me some work. Got me some cool grades. Made me some new friends. Heard me some new muzak. Learnt loadsa new shit. Designed. Built. Developed. Organized. Networked. Fought. Fretted. Put straight face. Smiled; more than usual. Partied. Dined out. Won. Lost. Cheered the winners. Booed the losers (kishore's school :p). Got on stage. Had my own moments of glory. Got rich. And yes, Slept. A lot.

Just another month. To be forgotten in another month's time. Kikass time to be sure, but to be lost in time all the same. Funny that.

In the_typical_syko_blog_post_segment
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What makes the world go round? Love eh? :D

Ok...so Dilbert asks Dogbert this question...(or in typical hyderabadi, KOCHHAN)...rephrasing...Dilbert asks Dogbert this kochhan...

Dilbert: Dogbert, do you think Love is the strongest force in the universe?
Dogbert: No. I'd have to go with stupidity.
Dogbert: Followed closely by its cousin ignorance.
Dogbert: Morning breath is number three.
Dogbert: Then you've got selfishness, lust, fear, money and luck.
Dilbert: But love is in the top ten right?
Dogbert: It's fourteenth. Right after foolish optimism.
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Ofcourse, this is about the time i mention that in another strip, Dilbert goes "Maybe i should get myself a cat." :D :D


Ya watever. So this isn't about love. Dont close this window yet :p.

I was jus wonderin (idly as usual) abt what really makes the world go round...and i'd hav to say it's passion. Passion me frends. The kind that keeps you up till 4 in the morning (or watver YOUR midnite is)...drives you to perfection, to attempting the impossible. The kind that makes you struggle to the end, that keeps you going when the fight's fled every1 else. Also, ofcourse, the kind that delights you, that mesmerizes you, that keeps you going not coz you HAVE to do what yer doing, but coz you WANT to. Passion.

What's yours, i wonder.

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Afterthought
But then...wtf...i really aint so sure every1 out there has atleast ONE thing they're damm passionate about. Dunno. All i know is...the ones who have their passion figured out...the ones who can say THIS is the thing...maaaaaaan...aint they lucky? i mean...what else could you ask for? :^)

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ahm_going_to_ahmedabad_baybee :-"
tada y'all. wish me luck.

syko.

Current Mood: Heroic
Current Music: Secret of Success - Boys. :D Awesome vocalization thing happening i must say :p

He found it.
The One Ring.

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One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.

Well, how in God's good name could Chotu hav known?
I mean, he's a friggin dhobi for godssakes! (no offense to any dhobis who're reading this...
but i jes presume y'all dhobis havent read or watched LOTR...hopefully, a safe presumption...) :-s

Twas a day jus like ne other. A wednesday. Day to leave me clothes out. For him to pick em up and promise to deliver em by saturday next. Since time immemorial, this is how things worked. (time immemorial...or since i started to give my clothes to chotu :p )... There he was...the smilin git...and he was like...yo wassup! Uh wait...that was one of me moronic frends.. :p .. oh wait! THERE he was...sayin 'aur kapde hai kya bhaiyya?' And i'm like...ya...its been what now? 4 months since i got this Levi's washed? Looks like its just abt time to get it a lil clean.. :-" (hope mom's not reading this :-s)

Ya...so...i gave him the clothes. And he walked away.

And that was when the rumors started. That strange things were afoot. That the One Ring had been stolen. By Chotu. :|

First off, I shouldn't have left the damm Ring lying about my room. I mean...i'm damm careless when it comes to such things. For godssakes, Gandalf'd said..no no..according to LOTR,
"He paused, and then said slowly in a deep voice: ' This is the Master-ring, the One Ring to rule them all...He greatly desires it - but he must not get it."

And wtf! Gandalf was talking about Chotu??? I thot he was talking abt Sauron...bloody idiot...@(#*)#@ Always wrapped up in his own lil world...always talking in verse...i'm thinkin he's been havin too much mead...watever....

Ya, so...of COURSE i dint believe the rumors. I mean, the One Ring! To the uninitiated...it be EVIL people! EVIL! and it make you invisible! And Chotu, to the uninitiated...is this really nice, smiling git. (ya, if you've paid attention, some of me moronic frends also answer to this description. weird world i live in.)

I dont kno how he did it. But he slipped it past me. And the Ring called out to him with all its power. He KNEW he ought not to wear it. But he did. It just willed itself onto his finger.

And that's it. The end of the story.

Glad y'all read so far. :-"

syko.

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Epilogue

Ya. Ok..so you can gess wat happened next. Chotu turned invisible. I mean...REALLY invisible! It's been about a month since i've seen him...and he's AWOL...WITH my clothes...AND my unwashed Levi's! YEEEAAGH! :-L
And people say they can still hear him call out "aur kapde hai kya bhaiyya?"... brrr... and i sometimes feel like i can still see the smile on the git's face...or mebbe i'm just confusin him with my frends. watevah.

clothes_less,
one_pair_of_Levi's_less,
syko.

Current Mood: Cold
Current Music: Enya singin sum weird thing. Is that ENGLISH??? 8-}

This is about me. And YOU. And EVERYONE on this site.

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I'm one of those irritating people who like to point out the painful things in life...who like to stand up and say 'wtf' when every around wants to say it...but aint...Maybe not. Maybe its just the anonymity that's making me incorrigible :D Heck...watever it is, who cares? Coz here we go trashin this blog world again :D

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So my frends blog. A lot of em. A lot. I mean, a LOT of blogging...AND a LOT of bloggers...well...watevah...so they do. And a LOT of my siblings do. A lot. Same shit here too. :p So methinks wad_they_all_blog_about ya? They be finding so many things to write about!

And the more i think about it, the more i think there ought to be blog awards and shit...i'm like, shouldn't sum1 be handing out prizes and stuff to all 'em regular bloggers??? I mean,check THIS comment out from a master blogger called Dave Linabury (excerpt from wired.com)

"Linabury...has created a site that keeps a log of dead weblogs -- it's called Fucked Weblog, ...and he thinks that people don't realize how hard it is to do good blog.

"It really can take a lot of time," he said. "I spend two hours a day on my weblog. Many people don't realize this, they think it's a quick way to get popular. And after awhile they get really discouraged and say, 'he got 2,300 hits today, I got four.' The bulk of people out there get less than two dozen hits."

So, according to this d00d...regular bloggers spend 40% of their free hours in the day on their blogs...Holy Cow. :| Well, that's awrite...a man shud hav his pastime n all (so shud a woman. usage of the word 'man' here is only for convenience in typing. uh. )...but then...heck, if it's so much effort, i say ppl should get rewarded for it...and i dont mean just in Hits...

Well, now that i've stretched MY two lines into two HUNDRED (as i'm wont to :P)... i present, without further ado...tan-tara!

THE ANTI-BLOGGIES.

No. That doesnt read 'Aunty Bloggies'. That would be weird. And wouldn't generally be allowed on fullhyd. I think.  [ rolleyes BIG time here] What IS it? It's the answer to my prayers. And some others' too i'm guessing. Let's see now. In Wired.com's words...

"Dave Linabury and Leia Scofield, two bloggers themselves, unveiled the ... annual Anti-Bloggies. These awards roast bloggers for being boring or lame or obsessed or weird."

In the creators' words? This is what they say...in fine print at the bottom of every page...

"FINE PRINT: The Anti-Bloggies are basically another B.S. awards ceremony. Getting one won

Current Mood: Wicked
Current Music: Romeo n Juliet. Dire Straits it is.

Do not talk about Fight Club.

The Second rule of Fight Club is ... do NOT talk about Fight Club.

OK. I'm abt to break the first two rules :D

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For those of you who havent seen Fight Club... i'm gonna take a moment here to stand silent and wonder why you aint RUSHIN_OUT_TO_GET_A_VCD! For the rest, well...read on.

Fight Club like really blew me mind. Friggin Hell. Awesome. Hyper Hip. Scary. Torn. Psyched out. All of that. And a LOT more.

But then, you know how all of a sudden you find something out about something and that something all of a sudden makes a whole lot of sense? Like that something needed a key...to help you find and figure out all the hidden easter eggs? Uh. I think i've found ONE of many possible keys to this something here. :D

Well ok...cutting to the chase here. So here I was researching some stuff for my term project...which has something to do with understanding ze psyche of Calvin & Hobbes and Bill Watterson(i kno...sounds great...but dont try this at home :p)...So well, i'm researching...or shall we say 'searching'... and i land this amazing catch...

the title goes...

"Fight Club - The Return of Hobbes" at Metaphilm.com

An excerpt...

"Picture this: a hyper, self-absorbed child initially concocts an imaginary friend as the ideal playmate, to whom more realistic qualities soon become attributed. This phantasm becomes a completely separate personality, with his own likes, dislikes, and temperament

Current Mood: Cheerful
Current Music: Aadaab Hyderabad...uh well, that be the last song i saw on ITV. Dont ask :p

I'm looking for 'positioning' here. Yes me mates.

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So me friend and I, out here in the boondocks, are talking abt fullhydblogs.

First off, we ARE in the boondocks...sumwhere in east india :p So anything to do with HYD gets a bit of premium airtime :p I mean, I had this msg incoming on yahoo yesterday -
V: There's a Smokin Joe's in Hyd now!!!
V: HYD ROCKS!!! :D

Ok. We ARE sad :D But hey, we're stuck in the middle of nowhere out here. And in the face of constant inputs from ppls across India, touting their own cities to be the most awesomely humongously bodacious things on planet earth (Ex: Bangalore SO rocks! Aaaaaah! The bars! The eateries! The people! The weather! The dogs! The cattle! droool! @*#&@*(#...well, you get the point :p ), we do treasure any info abt Hyd that makes us go 'nicey'. :p We NEED reinforcement here, things that tell us we rock too. Sad, but true.

Second off, both of us are reelly pleasantly surprised with fullhydblogs. I mean, we had NO clue our very own hyderabad peoples were writin this awesomely and all. Ok, now that all the regular bloggers out here are feelin good abt themselves, time to move on to what i want to say.

I've trawled the blogs. And I've trawled. And I've read. And I've formed my opinions.

This place is very different from blogspot.com In terms of the kind of blogs that go up here. The content is pretty personal. People writing about things that go on in their heads and all dat. That's cool. Also,this place seems SO much like a story-writing competition. A high school essay contest perhaps. Not in terms of the quality of writing. But in terms of the intent. The writing here seems to me to be exhibitionistic. (I REELLY am not talkin of the psychiatrical definition here. Aran please note :D). Not that that's such a bad thing; after all, all blogs start out that way. Self conscious prose. No, that's not the point of this post.

The point is...the blog posts here seem to tend towards one of two extremes. Humor or depression. I love em all. Read em all. But that seems to be my analysis. One or both of these sentiments seem to flow out of each blog. So what is MY problem?

My problem is ... as a newcomer to fullhydblogs, where do I pitch myself? Which camp do i join? Or do I stand apart from all this?

From a purely strategic perspective, and from viewing this place as an exhibitionistic contest, I come to the conclusion that I'm REALLY long drawn. :D No, that's not it. I've come to the conclusion that I oughta 'position' myself (As Trout and Ries would have it)... on a different axis. Give the readers something different to read. Something that's not so personal.

I shall position myself as a serious blogger. The one that seems to think he can analyze situations and bring some insight into evryday deals. And THIS post has been the first such onslaught on fullhyd from me :D

*Phew, I'm done for the day.

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In Summary

So lets see. I dont have humor on the blog. That cancels some 95% of repeat visits. I dont have depression and related content. That cancels the 4.256% of ppl here who WANNA read things like dat. THat leaves me with 0. uh...dammit... ya...that leaves me with 0.744% of fullhyd population :D Phooey. So basically, if my page counter EVER hits 400, dats coz I've refreshed my page a 100 times. :D

On dat thot, signing off.
syko. 

Disclaimer: I'm much given to shifting perspectives. So dont hold me up to anything I mite have written above :p

Current Mood: Irreverent
Current Music: I am NOT listening to any music rite now. Do you mind? Sheesh!

Trust. And the ability to judge people. That is what it takes people. That is what it takes.

So i'm walking down one of 'em tree lined avenues in campus this morning...awesome sunshine streaming down after days of rain...clutching me meagre breakfast...chai and a samosa...after the first session for the day...

And i'm saying "Can ya believe that guy? He was asking me to DELEGATE! har de har har... i mean... how does that even work???" A moment later i'm saying..."Oh ya...but if i cant delegate, i wont make a good manager will i now?"

And she's saying "Well ya, think abt it. If you arent delegating, you arent a manager. You'll always be the one who's doing the damn work"

:|And i'm like...damn! that is true.

But delegation aint as easy as it sounds...it aint passin da buck, for sure. I'm thinking delegation be much more involved...involves bein able to judge people for wat they are...not wat they put themselves out to be...knowing ppl's strengths and weaknesses. And ultimately, it's in being able to trust that others can put in the dedication and effort required to do an awesome job. (Theory X and Y crap all over again, sounds like :p) You trust, you let go. You dont, you end up micro-managing...and yes, you end up doing the friggin work yerself.

Learn to understand people. And learn to trust. My lessons for the day :p
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In philosophical_sounding_crap_of_the_day...

Delegatus non potest delegare. Latin for "A delegate cannot delegate"

Uh...i dont kno how that makes sense here. Just added it for the Latin effect :D

thinking_i'm_sum_kinda_guru :p
syko.

PS: this blog shalt be a mix of crap like dis...and some musings crap.
So...a bit delayed...but here it is...welcome to the crap :D

Current Mood: Triumphant
Current Music: Summer of 69

So the day started badly. and went on to worse. so wat else is new? :p

I'm thinking all those ppl who say go confront yer problems...face the fight...dont run away...stick up for yerself...and all dat @#*)@*# havent really seen life from the other side. How peaceful it really is to walk away from any friggin confrontation. How simple to let things be. To let things lie. To maintain the status... uh... you get da point :p

Well, after a life accustomed to such niceties, it really is a bother to do the odd thing once in a while...to actually go stand up in somebody's face and say shove it...with all due respect and all...but shove it. :p

And when things dont actually go the way the textbook sez they're sposed to go...wen the other party turns out to be much more devious than you ever thot them to be...or wen the other party explodes...or wen the other party makes a public nuisance...dats wen you realize wat yer life of letting-things-be has sheltered you from...

That's wen you be wishing you'd let things be after all :p Or mebbe dats the loser thing to do. Mebbe i'm sposed to be doin the war cry (Ex: AIYEEE :p) and go do dat confrontation thing all the time. Or mebbe i shud just keep my mouth shut next time. And fester.

:-"

Lets see if whistling solves anything :D

Current Mood: Bad Hair Day
Current Music: Music? I hear war cries :p

So I'm here. Finally bit the bullet and all dat. Private audience and all dat too :D

So I'm typing out "too many identities. none dat's me." and i run into this passage in this book i'm leafing through. reproducing here.

Laurence Vincent in "Legendary Brands", writes...

{
Author Neal Gabler best sums up our present cultural order when he refers to each of us as an actor in a life movie, or "lifie". He further argues that we switch between movies on a frequent basis throughout our day.

In one moment, we may play the role of a daring hero, in the next the role of a tortured slave. Like great method actors, we are able to reconstruct a character profile for ourselves based on the situation at hand, and act accordingly.

His summation of the way in which we presently view ourselves confirms what sociologists and cultural anthropologists have espoused for decades: the theory of post-modernism.

Postmodernism asserts a new social order governed by demorcracy and populated by people by people who continuously adapt their behaviour and their identity to life's raidly and ever changing circumstances. One individual may have four or five identities, each suited to a different purpose. ... Most important, [people] living in the postmodern world seek a narrative (or narratives) upon which to base their identity.
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interesting writeup :p verry interesting. me seconding evrything dat's said. especially wondering about that narrative bit in the end...for some of us, its religion innit?

so. which is the real me? and who are all these people around me?

syko.

signing off with Phil Collins singing sumthing apt

"I just kno there's something bigger out there.
I wanna kno...can you show me?
I wanna know about these strangers like me.
...Tell me more about these strangers like me."

Current Mood: Thoughtful
Current Music: -