Of Bob.

I've been listening to Bob Marley lately.

In light of the recent shootings and terrorism in Mumbai, I feel an incomprehensible need to love and feel loved by my fellow human beings.

Life, after all, is so short and fleeting, why is it that we can't show love for others in the time we exist?

Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin, (this is my message to you-ou-ou:)
Singin: dont worry bout a thing,
cause every little thing gonna be all right.

Enough for now.

Of self-confidence and stupid cunts.

Tonight I had the unfortunate chance of encountering one of those annoying little boys who felt the need to display their testosterone driven alpha maleness in the room by targeting a guy they felt was easy to pick on.

I was that guy.

It was a friend's party, and this is one of those cases where passive agressiveness doesn't really work in your favour.

There was a game of taboo.

but before I decided to leave in disgust, the tables turned which made me laugh now when I think about it.

You cannot exactly display alpha maleness when you don't know what 'throne' is, and when you think 'orbit' is a planet.

Enough said.