Life; a story to tell .

I think I have the ability of foresight at a particular instant.

What to expect, what to say, what to do, at that moment.

But now, I’ve learnt after a lil’  test, that somethings are actually meant for Me, Myself & I only. Neither for him, her nor them.

Humans –  Men , Woman alike are weird creatures.

A little difference you try to make, creates a big hoo-haa. It’s just like how you’d be in class only after realising that you had actually stepped on dog shit earlier.

Is it this cynical society that creates such hostile environments for people who want to rise amongst all others, like brightly tinted roses stood out from thorns. They were what you call  – The variants.

Is it b’cause of our natural instincts that tells us, anything so unique should be labelled freak instead.

Is it really them to blame, or taboos themselves ?

I don’t know.

Picture of the day:  What’s the difference of being different?

I haven’t been myself. I admit.

These pathetic 2 weeks of “holidays” wasn’t a holiday. Come’on it’s way tooo short, I can’t even grow my beard.

Bah, all I can do is whine. Puny little boys don’t get a say in our world. God..

I feel dead now, come to think of it. Struck with flu along with this terrible migraine, causing me to feel lethargic and all so restless. Damn.

Running low on cash these days, I don’t know why or what caused the burn in my pockets I hadn’t go out these days lately, where did all my money go!??

I need to plan.

Picture of the day: The steps to success, of course with a little help =)