Moments to be told.

destruction begins, a new phase. catastrophe, but wid a whole new beginning. i lost ma mind, words out in a jumble. and i lost everything, or did i? did i make the wrong move? but les would have happened in a silent movie. a sage once told me i was meant for success, but for wat shd i suceed in is still a mystery.

long gone were those days where i was resigned to my fate. till tis day, im resigning to life.

Condition Zero

Well ladies and gentlemen boys gals, welcome to another episode my life. the year has passed on quickly. NYE saw me walkin a dog ard town, much to the amazement of countless drunken faces whu behave like they're neva fuckin seen a dog b4. and im a proud kid to not have touched alcohol tht night. ushering the new year continued, as i left home early and straight to bed without the party poppers and mini-skirts! ma dear buddy has left for meh-hiccc-cooo! and i miss her tonnes. its like when they say u miss someone when they arnt ard. so fuckin true. no more silly gossips and town escapades. and the pretty faces turned sour, as much as to me walkin down the isle in search of the truth, the truth behind the 9-11 attacks. disguised as "batman forver" was a vid tht revealed facts beyond the venged, or rather planned attacks. and ouh she's so pretty!! i wish i could tell. ma wife. go figure. im sure no one's gonna be readin this so fuck the whole secrecy. but i still aint tellin. hehehee. happyness is derived from company. her company. the amazing facts and figures that go into makin sucha person is denominal to the very last decible. im headin for training twice weekly from this moment. and combat boxing classes weekly. and hopefully MMA real soon. im gonna dedicate ma life to pain and glory people i have a fetish for violence and beating the guts outta muffuckas.but its all controlled affection and such love is only deployed in the ring, not the streets. i need money people! a job would suffice. so if u know any boss, manager or ceo whu has steped down and are lookin for replacements, please do let me know.

Men wid no hair and women wid everything to bare...

they call it murda, and they blame it on me. i havnt typed out words here for some time. but cant they just let me be me? ouh k the year's beckoning an end and to usher in the new year seems pretty much redundant. i wash ma hair to remove the grease but how bout the evil that people have committed. send them thru a carwash and hope the soap is enough for everyone? i wanna travel; thaliand, france and australia are on the agenda. i wanna train, flirt and holiday with a certain someone(respectively). hahaha. i don know watz in store for me for the next 365 days. the horizon loooks kinda empty, for now. women are takin their fair share in me, but who knows, i might have set ma sights for the angel tht dropped from heaven. and i really wonder how women can throw a nuclear bomb on smth they arnt totally satisfied wid?? having second thoughts BEFORE payin is human nature. but After, is just pure disaster. they say therez a man in every woman, hence the word wo-man, but to behave entirely as one is sin. had i not have enough of such creature-features? isnt there one gentle soul out there whu seeks serenity, and not autocracy? think about it ladies, and let me know ya answers.

Im alive.

i guess my fans have felt empty after seein no words of wisdom on my page lately. yea yea, cut the fuckin crap yoll. i was really goin thru a horrible phase in life. and i hadnt had anyone there for me at all. i had to go to people to seek some compassion or conscolence. thtz how miserable ma life has become. i feel like im losin a grip on life. as the clock ticks away and time erodes, a distant calling becomes more prominent. the timely tale of deception that was brought forth by God, in the name life. so much hopes and dreams to be met by a dimension called fate.He starts everything and He puts a stop to everything. so watz the point of havin dreams and desires? im like a lone lost soul on this planet trynna make my way out of a path called misery. best frens, close frens, good frens, wateva rubbish people can conjure up. a lame excuse to feed the social expansion. i had to ride it out alone. just this four walls, the window, the bed, and occasionally the midnight walks leading to a few pints of beer. women, as one would say, is the cause AND destruction of man. a gf shd be someone who behaves as one in the rship, and not take the place of the guy and subdue him to fill in the role of the 'girl'. and woman, haiz i seriously dunno wat goes into sucha concuction. poison, could be an understatement. to no offense, He muz have been 'highly intoxicated' when producing Eve. partyin too much wid Adam got Him drunk i guess and out came a creature that has baffled man even till now! but then again, an answer to ma question wd be absurd. for one whu knows the ingredients wd be the creator himself, or maybe a superb pick-up artist whu has seen and done every woman that walks past.

Nike Free 7.0

"The word WOMAN is prolly the most disgusting thing that the dictionary as conjured into its ranks. THIS DOES NOT INCLUDE MA MUM, for she's an angel. God was prolly aslp when Woman, or shd i say Eve, was created. hence evil had fallen upon earth. the devil is in her. nothin positive occurs when she walks the earth. ive cried, and anth but cried, when im in close proximity of one. they never stay true, and onli cling on to the perception of happiness and deceptive behaviour. all the women close to me, have left for greener pastures. cuz im ugly? cuz im broke? or is it cuz i speak too good for you to comprehand or handle?? Women cant accept truth, but they fall for sweet talk and fony lies about their mirages. for i do not know wat purpose they carry on earth. to fuckin get screwed and harbour ma seedlings? or to destroy a harmonious yet malignant lifeform called earth? the latter perhaps, sees more truth. these morphians shd be destroyed. nothin has been gained from 'em. onli the tears of broken hearts and the blood of broken bones seep through the earth and fill the land that has been cast a-shadow upon by these once lovely creatures." - to those who feel im outright hideous with ma language, or feel that you do not belong to this horrible caste, then please forgive me. You fall in the ranks as angels. for the rest of you scumbags, ive got nothin further to say.

all i wanna know..

time tells. or so they say.

watz diwali without grandpa? asked grandma. watz life without him, i thought. conspicuous as it seems, it was an un-deniable fact that his presence is greatly missed and his absence, greatly felt. it somehow downpours on the festive mood and bargains with the days happenings. it was so uneasy as i entered the house. the silence was goin thru the goosebumps. the smiles and handshakes hid the sorrows and disturbia within. even i nearly broke a tear thinkin of his absence, on how he used to be so noisy and commenting away on everything he could. it was always busy and crazy with him ard, never once was there a quiet moment at such occasions. but this time round felt so diferent. some were tryna break the ice with quirky conversations and heart-felt jokes. others juz immersed themselves with the quiet memories and glazed their sights upon the tv, with only their eyes revealin the truth. i miss him loads, and im sure he knows that. watz left is the huge regret that will never stop bothering me. he's left, without seeing his fav grandkid soar the skies and reach for the stars.

ive taken to saree fashion as of late. its smth bout these customary costumes that seem to dazzle even the greatest of stars. handiworks of phabolous fingers and nimble minds put together to create such astonishing masterpieces. so fine is the intricasy that it puts the sparkle to whueva models it. its the simple sex appeal that catches the eye, i guess. and the way fushion introduces the east and west in sensational! the once used 'rajesthan tops' have made way for halter necks and bikini tops. wat a way to go for being 'traditional'!

i feel that everyone is movin away from me. boredom ha never been so lonely. most, whu call themselves frens, have been distancing themselves from me. i don feel close to anione animore.. its like ive got no one to turn to these days. pple whu were close to me seem to have vanished. thay have taken to the happier side, clinging on to other frens whu can promise better value and fun. i spend ma days at home abiding the four walls and a laptop, which has become ma only fren. its like no one's there animore. ive never felt this lonely. pple come back to me and give me high hopes but destroy it the very next instant they find someone else to leech on. wat wrong have i done to mankind?? why is everybody, EVERYBODY, movin away? think about it and let me know aight.

they dont call me "ICEMAN" fer nth...

the stretch of road has gotten dark. i don see any light at the end. i really miss ma grandpa. ive made prolly the biggest regret to date. like why in the fuckin world did i not spend more time with him??? 'nuf said, i wanna join him in harmony. he still lingers in ma memory, and has brushed past in ma dreams. anth to bring back the good 'ol days. but as we all fuckin know, fate has other plans. besides that everything else is in a mess, duplicated turmoil in the heartlands. life has lost its value as a implicable 4-letter word that surrounds destiny. angels have lost its wings. the truth has began to show itself upon wat mankind preaches as eternity. u know every woman claims they need atleast 4 basic animals; a mink coat in the closet, a jaguar in the driveway, a tiger in bed and a jackass to pay for it all. but if they so desperately need tha company of animals why come to us men and fake innocence? do we look like 4-legged furry creatures that lack the domains of a sixth sense? crazy feature.