Preamble

To the August Assortment of Assholes,

If you know the meaning of blog, skip the next line.
It has no meaning, it is a short form of weBLOG.

I used to have a good habit, that, in the rush of adolescence adrenalin, I lost. I used to keep diaries....

I don't do things without a reason(there are some exceptions).

Diary was me, and it was my heart reflected on pages.

There were too many secrets there, and I publicly admit, you would be flabbergasted if you took a look at my diaries, no kidding. And I can assure you, you will never find one, my mother dumped them with two bags full of chocolate wrappers, diary milk covers, free tattos and other free stuff, somewhere.


Even now I am keeping one, but occasionally. Too many ideas and too much lethargy, so I decided to cut it short and keep one publicly.

If you are reading this, you might wonder what I might post. If you are my friend-sure you will figure-in in someday's post. Not everyone will like my ideas and thought.

I can only say this, I am what I am and NOBODY TELLS ME WHAT TO DO.

Reader, read at your own peril..for courage is a double-edged sword.....(ah, I know you haven't understood the last line, so much so for profundity)