Ay! Kalla Baduwa!

WHAT is with me and the urge to write man? I write all the time it seems. Before i started this blog, or at least before i started actively blogging somewhere in June last year, i used to maintain a journal. Now i blog. And i keep most of my 'personal things' out of my blogs. Or i disguise them and put them forward under the guise of poems, wierdly random posts etc. Its not something i do consciously i guess, just something that happens.

The black swan rode the fluffy clouds. All it had known were the blue lakes under dark skies that were Romania. Another thing, all i talk about it seems is darkness and light. I guess everyone has their own metric of measurement, Love and Hate, Rich or Poor, Big or Small; maybe mine is Darkness and Light.

Obsession is a cumplsion that cannot be cured by continuously feeding the addiction. Am i obseessed with blogging? no i cant say i am. Am i obsessed with writing? i guess so. Am i addicted to blogging? ah yes, now that question may conjure up an answer in the affirmative. Fuck.

I keep checking my blog in intervals of five minutes, i keep scrolling up and down through it like a moron with my mouth half open and drooling. I ckeck it when im travelling in the bus. If im driving, i'll check it when im stuck in traffic or in front of a retarded red light that doesnt know that staying the same color for more than a minute is extremely unfashionable.

Yes My Name Is Whacko, and I Am Addicted To Blogging. Somebody help me. I don't even have an effing support group to run to. And i thought grass was addictive.

If you are new and just started a blog, do not turn into me. Actually go ahead and turn into me. Lets spread the evil a bit what my good chap? fancy a coffee then?

Another thing, me and cycles. Im like the moon. different in various stages of the month, all my posts towards the end of the month are disjointed, edgy,meaningless at first glance and often totally incomprehensible except to me. I tend to make more sense in the middle of the month. A patter reflected by the nature and volume of comments. Probably something to do with the way i operate, it may not seem to you, the casual reader of my blog, that i am a particularly busy individual. But ah! thats where you are wrong. I have a lot of stuff to do. But i suppose that is not the same as being busy ah?

Kalla Baduwa? thats when someone gets caught red handed. Like me stealing sweets from the kitchen when a toddler. An uncle would go; Ay! Kalla Baduwa!

If im travelling in the bus, i write 'mobile notes' on FB (thats facebook for you digital apes), numerous are my FB friends who have tried to keep up with my notes and given up amidst a ever increasing pile of verbal madness. Its quite the joke at work. My colleagues, who are very nice people, are not really the kind who apreciate literature, unless it says someting alongthe lines of Alcohol Quantity; 45.5%. Whenever something happens, now im used to people going; ah now go and write a mobile note about it! wtf yeah? so ive subconsciously reduced qunatity to cater to backlash of demand from volatile markets. and am currently dropping only the really smelly bombs.

I have even been called deep, by certain misguided individuals, whom i did not wish to direct back in the correct direction, mainly cos its flattering to be called deep by a person not under the influence.

I am also obsessed with economics. and money. and want to be the richest man on the planet. Ive got the picture of Bill Gates and the plastic surgery scheduled and all that. so looking forward to it.

Alea jacta est. which means the pizza is almost ready, come fetch

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