I promise.. This will not be a rant. I'll leave that to a later date and a different me.

Time flies.. It doesn't wait for anyone or anything. I learned that the hard way. It's been more than two years since my last post. Frankly, I hadn't even thought of adding anything else. I had doomed my mind to the rigmarole of getting drunk and typing.. only to delete all of it the next day. But hey, i'm sober now.. and typing... no music in the background driving me to the depths of the depression I wallow in.

Life has changed a lot in these years. I'm earning my keep. I finally have furniture that I can call mine. I fulfilled a few of my minor dreams.. like owning a hookah.. learning to drive stick (by myself).. creating a collection of graphic novels.. amassing at least a hundred DVDs.. getting hammered on good scotch (at times).. learning to appreciate a good cigar with a snifter of cognac.. getting at least one tattoo.. teaching myself to cook my mum's chicken curry.. owning a gaming platform and a home theater..riding a jet ski.. skydiving.. meeting friends after a long time.. reconnecting..

It's lonely again. It was good when I wasn't alone. But life goes on.. I'm back to what I was about whenever i was alone.. the sights, the sounds, the flavors... I've learned that the best way to live with pain is to embrace it. The best way to survive each day is to enjoy the little joys. To feel the itch on the scabs on the tattoo. The flavour of freshly ground coffee in the morning. The first chords of a good song. The taste of good food. A good drink in the evening... a good conversation..

I am back to being the silhouette.. the blank space that needs to be filled.. it might just take me the resot f my life.. but hey... that's life anyways... smile.