Rant!

Rant!

Ok enough reminiscing and enough statistics related anguish for now. I need to rant, about myself to myself because I just don’t get myself at times. I really don’t know what the hell it is that draws me into scenarios like this.

More drama, more lies, more deceit, more everything and more so truly international with a cast and story plot drawn across the nations. And what’s worse, is I am drawn to it like a moth to a flame. Ugh...

I mean I honestly had enough of this, I keep passing up on nice women, veiled women, and all kinds from Columbia to wherever but the moment I get a whiff of something that’s a chase, I throw my hat in the ring and I'm all about the game. I got my game face on and I’m analyzing things, reading the finer nuances in body language and making moves like it’s a game of chess. I walk different, my eyes gleam and the voice has a new tone in it... like I am someone else.

Curtain Raiser

Well, well, at last I am here, with god's grace and fingers pace, I created my "world's first" personal blog space, not sure how I would use, coz if I am left strandred in an island where its only me and my type writer (Not mentioning it as comp as I can use it for other purposes), the last thing I would do is "TYPE" (did some one say typing is a boring job) SOS and send it.

Hmmmmm sounds strange, but here I am to change my attitude towards TYPING (as some one did really say "CHANGE IS THE ONLY CONSTANT")