I have to start somewhere
I've always wanted to write my thoughts down, something about getting it out of your system I guess.
But I was never able to start one, I don't know why.
Actually I guess I do, I wanted it to be meaningful, but that doesn't make any sense to me now.
I'll write, someone out there will read, comment, and I'll answer back.
The basis of all communication...feedback, there is no such thing as a one sided conversation,
Those are called lectures.
Where to start.
It’s 3:00 am, Toronto time, most of the guys are already asleep, and I’m just too damn bored (and cool) to go to sleep.
It’s a pretty silent night, well it was until a very heavy down pour started.
I love rain.
In fact I love most massive bodies of water, and I’ll include rain.
I have a silly habit that I occasionally do. When it rains, I step out semi-naked in the rain.
This rain, this 3:00 AM rain is cold. You know how when the shower suddenly turns cold for a second?
or when you turn the temperature to cold? That’s the feeling; your heart pounds for a bit, and all you can hear is the loud roar of the rain. Let me tell you a little secret, your mind is playing tricks on you. The rain is cold, but it's not roaring, and its much lighter than you initially thought. Close your eyes, and let your mind escape the boney cage known as the cranium. don't direct it, let it lead you.
Reading: Fermat's Enigma by Simon Singh (3rd time round)
Just watched: Kill Bill Vol. 1
Listening to: The Diary of Jane [Acoustic] by Breaking Benjamin
But I was never able to start one, I don't know why.
Actually I guess I do, I wanted it to be meaningful, but that doesn't make any sense to me now.
I'll write, someone out there will read, comment, and I'll answer back.
The basis of all communication...feedback, there is no such thing as a one sided conversation,
Those are called lectures.
Where to start.
It’s 3:00 am, Toronto time, most of the guys are already asleep, and I’m just too damn bored (and cool) to go to sleep.
It’s a pretty silent night, well it was until a very heavy down pour started.
I love rain.
In fact I love most massive bodies of water, and I’ll include rain.
I have a silly habit that I occasionally do. When it rains, I step out semi-naked in the rain.
This rain, this 3:00 AM rain is cold. You know how when the shower suddenly turns cold for a second?
or when you turn the temperature to cold? That’s the feeling; your heart pounds for a bit, and all you can hear is the loud roar of the rain. Let me tell you a little secret, your mind is playing tricks on you. The rain is cold, but it's not roaring, and its much lighter than you initially thought. Close your eyes, and let your mind escape the boney cage known as the cranium. don't direct it, let it lead you.
Reading: Fermat's Enigma by Simon Singh (3rd time round)
Just watched: Kill Bill Vol. 1
Listening to: The Diary of Jane [Acoustic] by Breaking Benjamin
posted by ymialien at 3:26 AM
1 Comments:
....you know its funny I'm always feeling soo sad when it rains....deep down i think someone's hearteache is soo deep and soo oppressed that the sky cries for that pain...and suddenly a sense of freedom
great first blog
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