Just when I started to enjoy the depression, the mania kicked in. I think I'm starting to prefer the former over the latter. Mania does nothing to my already depleting creativity. I can't write. I can't think. Heck, I can't even breathe at times. It's like comparing marijuana and alcohol. The greenery not only gives you a better trip, but it also opens up new avenues that you never even knew existed in your head. Alcohol is for the masses, not for the classes. It just makes you clumsy.

I want my greenery.

I want my mojo back.

:(

The thing is, we all survive.

No matter what.

Sooner or later, we DO learn to look past the past and get on with life.

But the problem is, if the ride's so smooth, then you're probably going downhill.

WhatteLife!

TODAY'S MENU:

Workshop by Victor Wooten

Phuchka

Prasanna and Victor Wooten live

Lyadh (sorry, I cannot translate this word in english, but in Bengali it roughly means sloth(?) )

Night gig at Someplace Else (Guitar Godman, Black Ninja, UnBanned Boy and I go 4 piece for tonight)

:)

This is the life, clearly....

Culinary Delights

You know what's funny?

The way you look at me.

Like I'm your dessert.

Will I be enough, or should I fetch the whipped cream and the cherries

And brace myself for something fancy?

Eat me.

Bite me.

Chew into my skin.

Suck on me till I'm dry.

Taste me in your mouth.

Oh crap.

You can't. Anymore. I'm gone.

I'mHopingThatYouWon'tReadThis, ButYOUWill!

There, what a brilliant way to get someone's attention, ain't it?

(In random order, strictly)

1. I've been duped once about what, 6 months ago? I won't fall for it again, try as they may. If there's one thing that I'm good at, then it's getting over minor hiccups. They're a part of life and I know that I can't escape them, they'll keep showing up from time to time. I fell pretty hard, bruised my knee and lost a lot of blood, but that's okay, my wounds have been bandaged, by others, for a change. I've found a crutch. I'd live through it, I had proclaimed earlier that I would. I did.
2. I would like to thank my intuition and my intuition alone for this. I may have taken a chance, but that's okay, there's nothing that I regret. Like I've said before, when life gives you a lot of shit, it also provides means and ways to clean it up and make things spic and span again. I've noticed that the ones wallowing in self-pity are usually the ones who've led a relatively smooth life and have NO idea how bad life can be. I've been there and done that, I don't find the need to wallow in self-pity. I'm a strong person. I had forgotten about that for a while, but I'm back on track now.
3. The world talks. A lot. I mean really, EVERY person has something harsh and overtly critical to say. With every step that I move forward, ten people are waiting in the bushes with their hearts filled with malice and other demons, to pounce on me with cheap gossip that provides entertainment to others. I don't care really, who's the one wasting time?
4. Sex addicts/those who are obviously deprived sexually will never change their views about women. It's useless to get them to think differently. However, everybody isn't like that. Nice people inhabit the earth too and boy, am I glad to have met some of them!
5. No matter what he says, I know. I'm not stupid. Just because I abuse my intellect time and again and refrain from exhibiting it all the time, does NOT mean that I don't know/I am not aware. Underestimating someone is a cardinal sin, almost!

;)