I found the below post in my drafts today, originally wrote it an year ago (in Feb 2010).
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Feb 14th - marks 6-weeks since the 'Event'. 6-weeks full of motivational-highs and emotional-lows. But its over now. I celebrate Valentine's Day with the loss of my "Implants" (my piercings).
This is how my leg now looks like. Doesn't resemble the rest of the body much, by color or texture, but always good to have two legs to stand on :)
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[I felt it was unnecessary to put the over-an-year-old photo of my leg, so I didn't.]
I can continue with a relation to this year's Valentines Day, not directly related, but not unrelated either. Strangely, 1 year later, broadly speaking, this post still holds good. Its 2-weeks instead of 6. and I guess I'm also trying to lose my piercings (metaphorically speaking). I also realize I've got to stand up and be a man on 2 feet or 10. Am more like an infant now, crying until I find the comfort of its mother. Sadly, I don't even know who or what is that, that comforts me. Friends? Girls? Girl friend(s)? Onsite-role? Money? Fame? Alcohol? Cigarettes? Drugs? Sex? Violence? Exercise? Some of them are easy to get, few are a little harder, few are impossible.
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Feb 14th - marks 6-weeks since the 'Event'. 6-weeks full of motivational-highs and emotional-lows. But its over now. I celebrate Valentine's Day with the loss of my "Implants" (my piercings).
This is how my leg now looks like. Doesn't resemble the rest of the body much, by color or texture, but always good to have two legs to stand on :)
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[I felt it was unnecessary to put the over-an-year-old photo of my leg, so I didn't.]
I can continue with a relation to this year's Valentines Day, not directly related, but not unrelated either. Strangely, 1 year later, broadly speaking, this post still holds good. Its 2-weeks instead of 6. and I guess I'm also trying to lose my piercings (metaphorically speaking). I also realize I've got to stand up and be a man on 2 feet or 10. Am more like an infant now, crying until I find the comfort of its mother. Sadly, I don't even know who or what is that, that comforts me. Friends? Girls? Girl friend(s)? Onsite-role? Money? Fame? Alcohol? Cigarettes? Drugs? Sex? Violence? Exercise? Some of them are easy to get, few are a little harder, few are impossible.
Nothing of those is impossible ra.. even you know that. You had all of those.
ReplyDeletenaa paruvu enduku teestavu ra ila open lo.. anyway, i didn't have ALL of those.. i know which one you are talking about, but read carefully, some of them eluded me too.
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