Ideology

" You all assume.
I'm safe here in my room.."

The perennial thinker, the master ideologist is back. He skipped breakfast, he forgot lunch, but he'd be eating the glee if things were to go his way. He's used to disappointments. But how much disappointment and setbacks can he really take? Solace used to be the primary option. But there's editing pictures and blogging now. Loves the new age of internet. But he's upset with streamyx. The damn thing wouldn't let him sign in all night, and now too. And he just figured out that it's the router's problem. He likes watching in secrecy. Although sometimes he's caught off guard by some unpredicted happening/event/writing of words/picture/ etc. when people don't know that he's watching, he says sometimes it's better to know, than not know at all. Lastly, he's upset with the friends that say they're friends. The people who say they care. The people who give a damn. When They Feel Like Giving A Damn. Save the halfheartedness. Being called a friend is one thing. Being taken for granted is entirely another. He smiles not knowing what's there to smile for. An image plays in his head.



To be honest with whomever that reads his sad blog, he's okay. He's just hungry that's all. Hahahaha. Wait till the next update, a music update about Imogen Heap. He'll be back to himself by then =) Give him 4-5 hours.