Redefining Abstractions: August 2011

Saturday, August 6

Another Year Wiser.

at 12:15 pm

Wiser or not, I doubt, but I like to keep it that way. :D

Never wanted to create a fuss about it, so kept away form Twitter, but somehow this Punky boy, who very fondly calls me his bro, (hugs for it) happened to remember. :) And hence proved that he just doesn't call me bro for the sake of it. :)

Well, I need to thank some 100 people on Twitter. Cha.alo, I'll mange.

Among other news, many unexpected events took place. Some people always manage to outsmart me. Doing what I think they wouldn't and not doing what I think they would. Whatever be the reason. You know who you are if you are reading this.

Also, my only Point and Shoot camera passed away just a few days back. So, I am kind of feeling handicapped. Very sad indeed.

And, yes, Birthdays *ARE* overrated.

Wednesday, August 3

Dexter, in Me.

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Dexter. Someone I love. Not because he is hot, not because he kills people who escaped justice for their wrong doings. But, I have this, something he defines as dark passenger. i don't kill people though. Neither am I planning to do it sometime in future. Whatever he says, somehow is somewhere inside of me. Or, like he says, inside of everybody. Some people manage to make it prominent and let it prevail. Others, just hide it under their niceness.

I've still got a huge pile of unread books to deal with before I possess the Dexter series finally. It makes me sad.

Tonight's the night.
Don't be sorry that your darkness is gone. I'll hold it for you. I'll always keep it in me.
I like catching bad guys. I thought we all did.
Instincts are all I've ever had.
We all have secrets. In that way, I'm just like everyone else. Sorta.
I know that look. I've had that look. He likes control, needs it. So I'll take it away from him.
I'm the helpful handyman. How evil can I be?
I just know there's something dark in me and I hide it. I certainly don't talk about it, but it's there always, this Dark Passenger.
There are no secrets in life, just hidden truths that lie beneath the surface.
All you can do is play along at life and hope that sometimes you get it right.
Somehow it's reassuring knowing I'm not the only one pretending to be normal.
Sometimes you just want to forget who you are altogether.
I feel like a kid at his own surprise party.
People fake a lot of human interactions, but I feel like I fake them all, and I fake them very well. That's my burden, I guess.
I've lived in darkness a long time. Over the years my eyes adjusted, until the dark became my world and I could see.
I feel like I am floating. Floating on the surface of my own dreams.