On painful revelations

Some of us-the truly brave- sometimes try to find out what exactly a person thinks about them. This can be for many reasons. It can be because of a love interest, because of insecurity..... A number of things could be the cause. But whatever the cause, or the expectations, whenever a person comes out and lays all that they think about u on the table, it's almost always a terrible shock.

Sometimes its not exactly what they say that causes the shock, it's the way it is put across. If a person is full-out, completely straight with you, it's possible they are either completely pissed, or they have a grudge against you. Kinda works out to the same thing.

-Kapil Dev
-Necrodevz

Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device from LIME.

On relationships (I)

Married people go on and on about the joys of married life and society (fueled by church indoctrination) also purports that 'getting hitched' is something to aspire to; but what is so good about being in a committed relationship, really? Is it the prospect of not having to go through the whole chase in search of getting laid? The prospect of not being alone and sharing your life with someone?

Now, the getting laid thing makes sense... A lot of sense, actually, but I can't imagine myself giving up my privacy and comfort to devote myself to satisfying the whims and demands of someone else just for that. I do recognise that there are some people who have an overwhelming need to either be needed, or to rely on someone. To those persons, do what u have to do: your sanity depends on it.

To the rest of us, however, don't suffer from such maladies. What's our excuse? Yes, I am fully aware that I said "Our" *bbm facepalm*.

The reason I included myself though, is that I have noticed a disturbing attraction to a particular female that I just cannot shake... But enough of that. Let's talk about being single.

Well.... Maybe not now. Battery is about to die. Ciao!

-Kapil Dev
-Necrodevz
Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device from LIME.

Email Posting

It's not very convenient to always have to log on to a computer to post. I have therefore decided to setup this email thingie so I can post on the go.

So here goes:

*test*

*crosses fingers*

Let's hope it works then!!

-Kapil Dev
-Necrodevz

Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device from LIME.

on the 'Unfix'....

So I came to this Cyber Cafe...well.... it's really just a place to go and waste your money. First of all, they have 4 computers going through a 1 Mbps connection. I mean.....1 Mbps? Who has that nowadays except your grandma in the country who is unable to do much more than checking her email?

In this society, the faster we can get things done, the better it it. So you can imagine when I, suffering from music withdrawal, came to this place in seek of relief, only to be confronted with this sub-sub-standard service. The first thing I was greeted with upon inquiring about the service is that the price was $100 per HALF-HOUR. Now, to those readers (if there are any) who do not live in Jamaica, this is the equivalent of highway robbery.

However, like a good little addict, I swallowed my revulsion and, with trembling hands, took the last remaining $100 of spending money I had and handed it over. I should have realized something at this point, because the place was completely empty, but all I was focused on at the time was getting my 'fix'. I sat at the computer, booted up IE, and asked for a pair of headphones. I was handed a headset with built-in mic. So far so good, right?

So I navigated to youtube, not minding that the p[age took 63 seconds longer than usual to load because I only thinking about my fix. My precious music fix. I tried to load Creed's 'One last Breath'. The page came up....so far so good. The black flash window came up...... so far so good. The recommended related videos on the left came up, sans thumbnail pics........um, not so good, but maybe the'll load in a li'l bit. The little animation the shows flash is loading came up......I smiled..... I was still smiling 2 minutes later, but it was a different smile. This was the type of smile that shows strain....or the smile you see on a terminal cancer patient that belies their pain.

EIGHT FUCKING MINUTES LATER, I had only gone through 45 mins of the song. By this time my leg was jerking spasmodically and my hand was beating out a war dance on the top of the counter. The person at the desk asked me what was wrong. I told her she said, "Oh...", then she turned back to her book. I asked, "Um... did you just say 'Oh'?" She said "Well, yeah. There's nothing I can do about that." Now, I'm not a boor...I know there's nothing she can do because I had just accessed their modem to check the Internet speed. But her attitude!!! OMG, her attitude. so I proceeded to make her life hell.

I complained about everything. I kept interrupting her, saying rude things, annoying her.... but none of this worked. She was as unshakable as The Rock. I gave up, and proceeded to write this post.

Well.... um.... yeah. I guess that's it. I don't even know where the title came from, but whatever.

-Kapil Dev
-Necrodevz

On a rant

So I am rather upset at myself....but that's not what this post is about. Um......what was it about again? Um......shit. My thoughts are too jumbled to focus on anything....... Forgive me dear reader, give me a second so I can rant.

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Thank you for your patience. Today, I'm pissed. It has always been said that the road to hell is paved with good intentions, but it has never been as real to me as it was earlier today. I am totally and completely certain that I am as big a moron as ever walked this earth. I mean, what kind of person pokes fun at someone who's looking to them for understanding and support? A moron, that's who. But, my intentions were good. I was just trying to cheer her up, I swear!!

But the ends, as I found out, do not always justify the means.

I am prepared, however, to ask for forgiveness (as soon as she consents to speak with me again) and endeavour to make sure it doesn't happen again. Of course, there's always the chance that I have been deemed unfit and have been deleted from bbm, blocked from fb and unfollowed on twitter....*checks* Naa, seems I'm good for now.

Writing is therapeutic. I should write more. At least I can now manage a wry smile instead of the......um.....whatever that was.

-Kapil Dev
-Necrodevz

On How I Feel

On Equivalent Exchange

Being a mostly logical person, the theory of equivalent exchange has always been how I try to live my life. If someone does a favour for me, I will either do a favour in return of the same magnitude, or a series of smaller favours. Of course, this value of magnitude is relative, and what I may consider a huge favour may seem like nothing to you. This may sometimes cause slight problems with how the repayment is taken by the other party.


A prime example is about a year ago when I was in a bit of a tight situation and a friend of mine helped me out (financially). Now, she's a bit well off and the amount she gave me was small to her, but the situation I was in made it a HUGE favour to me. So I started to pay her back a little at a time. It so happened that she asked for sex a couple times and I consented. After about a month, I considered my debt paid and turned down sex. She was distraught. Apparently she was of the impression that we were more than just friends with occasional benefits...... Because of that experience, I've started to make sure that boundaries-or lack thereof- in my relationships are clearly explained and pointed out.


But back to Equivalent Exchange. I am firmly of the belief that whatever you invest in a relationship determines the return that will be available. To this end, I have decided that if I am to enter a relationship, I will endeavour to accept wholeheartedly all of the peculiarities of my partner and try to make allowances. This, theoretically, will ensure that the same courtesies will be extended to me.


Not that I have many...um...oddities, but I do have a couple. For example, I love cereal and will become a beast if any1 touches my Reeces Puffs, Lucky Charms, Honey Nut Cheerio's or Frosted flakes. I also snack constantly, and will therefore flatly refuse to eat food. Then of course, there are the days when I will go hours without eating or feeling hungry. Um... that was just 1, btw.....


LOL.


So back to the topic. In investing so much of myself, I therefore close off other parts of my life. For example, If I'm in a relationship then I lose the option to play around (i.e. have sex with) other women without the consent of my partner. That is annoying, but necessary if the relationship is to work. And this has pretty much how it is, with anything in life.


The principle of equivalent exchange is actually mostly associated with Alchemy, where the product of any alchemic reaction is only as great as the sum of it's parts, and to receive anything, something of equal value must be offered. To this end, I have adopted a quote from an unknown source which I read quite a while ago in some book of the sort.

"People must make a choice as to whether their 'Desires' are worth the 'Cost' that they require..."

Lovely, isn't it?


-Kapil Dev
-Necrodevz

#A/N: The Pic in the background is a part of the Achemic circle.

On Country Music

So, I consider Country Music the most depressing genre of music you can ever listen to. Every other song is about either a broken heart, or unrequited love. Nevertheless, I love country. I find that sometime, when I'm curled up im my bed and I'm so depressed I can hardly find the will to draw anothe breath, listening to something so much more depressing than my paltry experiences drives me to tears. And tears are good for me when depressed. It's like opening the tap to let out some of those emotions so I dont feel so full and unable to function.

Remember I said that every other song is about unrequited love, etc? The other half of the songs are about love. And I'm telling u, these country artists spare nothing when describing how they want-or imagine-love to be. I love country music, really. But that should be obvious by now. lol.

While I am in no wise a hardcore country fan (I listen to too many different genres of music for that), and thus may not really know may more artists than those who are very famous, or those I find by crawling around on youtube, the music I've been exposed to in this genre has always been extraordinary.

*Listens to Country Music*

Yes. I love it.

Looking back at this, this is probably the shortest post I've put up about anything.......

Well, watever!

-Kapil Dev
-Necrodevz

On Pon and Zi

So there's this marvelous pairof cute little characters that I've loved for years. One is Pon and the other is Zi. I dont really remember which is which, but you should take a look at them. Gonna post a couple samples here and also the link to their website.

Ok. Couldnt get it to show exactly as I want so.....

Just check this out!!!!!


http://www.azuzephre.net/azuzephre.net/Media/slideshow.html?backgroundColor=rgb(0%2C%200%2C%200)&reflectionHeight=100&reflectionOffset=2&captionHeight=100&fullScreen=0&transitionIndex=2

-Kapil Dev
-Necrodevz

On depression

Depression has always been a problem for me. Well, not really a problem. More like an annoying happenstance. I frequently go through periods that leave me so absolutely dispirited that it requires the use of *cough* 'uppers' to put me in a frame of mind which will allow me to leave my house and go to work.

Depression is a problem that almost everyone will have to face a couple times in their life, whether it's that boyfriend who left you for your best friend, or that husband who beats you for no reason.... You may even be like me, and get depressed because of......well.....no reason at all.

Well, it's a bit harsh to say no reason. I get depressed over simple stuff: there's too much sun.... not enough sun.... too much wind....not enough wind.... Simple stuff, actually. I guess that makes me maniac depressive? *googles*

So... I've always said i was Maniac Depressive, I just didnt know that it was another name for bi-polar disorder, which you may have noticed was something that a person with the disorder  diagnosed me as having!!! *facepalm* Well, be that as it may, I get depressed. Constantly. Like stand-at-the-top-of-a-building-and-wonder-if-it-would-be-better-to-jump-off type of depressed.

Not that I jump.... but I wonder. I used to cut myself (those familiar with my tumblr blog already know this). Eventually though, i found a more pleasurable way to manage my depression. I am a great fan of music and I am also very sususceptible to the emotions broadcasted by what I am currently listening to. Noticing this, i performed a series of experiments on myself that resulted in what I dubbed 'audiotherapy'. Now, I am aware that this is a real therapy process, but I have no clue if they do it the way I do...*googles*

So... It's called 'Music Therapy', and there is a branch of it that interests me, namely neurological music therapy. It deals which what areas of the brain are stimulated by what types of music and how this translates into emotional and cognitive stimulation. I should read up on this more.

But anyway, its an idea. I don't know if there will be anyone reading this who'll be depressed, but it's worth a shot, right?

-Kapil Dev
-Necrodevz

On love and CP

It's the age-old question: "How do I know that what I'm feeling is truly love?" Well.... I don't particularly know anyone who has that answer down pat. In fact, I'd venture to say that the people who purport to know the most about this phenomenon of 'Love' are just as befuddled as the rest of us when it comes on to knowing which of the god-knows-how-many billions of people on the planet is........*drum roll*.......'The One".

"The One"- The only person in this world who is such a perfect fit for you that the whimsical notion of  'Happy Ever After' becomes a certainty instead of a virtually nonexistent possibility.

Yeah... I think its a load of crap. There is no way anyone can convince me that in this world there is only one person that you'll be forever happy with. Do you know what the odds of meeting that person would be? Take the number of the earth's total population (xbillion), subtract 1 (x-1 billion) and divide 1 by that number (1/(x-1 billion)). That's a probability of nil in my mind.

So what then is the answer?

DISCLAIMER: I am in no way an expert on love matters. This is my PERSONAL opinion.

I think that there are people with whom the probability of compatibility is significantly higher than with others. If we want to look at this from a logical standpoint, lets apply math to the situation, i.e.

A perfect score for a relationship is 100 cp(compatibility points). It represents a 100% chance that there will be a lasting relationship of 20 or more years. If I (for example) have a relationship value of 35cp, the person that would be most compatible with me would be a person with a relationship value of 65cp, thus giving the relationship a perfect value of 100cp.

Of course, nothing in life is that simple. People are firstly creatures of change, so a person's cp now may not be the same as it was last week or even a month ago. This would introduce a variable we'll refer to as 'cp variance' to the equation. Cp variance is the raising or lowering of cp due to a person's current mindset, emotional orientation and interests. Ideally, the cp variance of a pair of people would be inversely proportional to each other at the same frequency (no need to explain that I think).

So far, if we could find out what factors determine cp and then introduce a workable scale model we could probably create some equation which we could then label the 'matchmaker's equation' and use that to predict if the pairing of two people would survive or not. But that would take the fun out of relationships. people would hook up because the'll be able to live a life with the ideal, compatible partner.

So lets shake it up. Lets factor in attraction. This is what makes relationships sizzle, spark and ignite the flames of passion. It also complicates the matchmaker's equation to such a degree that it becomes almost impossible to think about. I mean.... we usually says that we are attracted to a 'type' of person, that is, if we are attracted to a series of persons we would expect them to share certain physical or mental characteristics. But how many times have you been attracted to someone so far outside of your comfort zone that you have to take a really good look at yourself or wonder what you're doing?

Yeah, I thought so..... too many times to count, right? I wont even bother trying to go into that. I'm not qualified and I really don't care anyway. The truth is, I enjoy the trial and error process, no matter how much it may hurt to break up with someone that you thought had a high probability of being "The One" (lol), and I think life would be really boring otherwise.

Ciao

-Kapil Dev
-Necrodevz

On Mental Health

While I've never been diagnosed with any sort of mental disorder, I've always been convinced that I was a bit closer to insanity than most people. This, of course was verified when I hooked up (no.....not that way, u dirty-minded freaks!!) with a friend of mine over the weekend. It turns out she's bi-polar, and has therefore labelled me as such because she is convinced that I have all the symptoms. Now.... It's quite possible that I might, since I've never actually submitted to a psych evaluation, but after spending most of my life getting ready to be locked away in a padded cell, Bi-polarity is pretty much a relief.

It also helped to understand why I thought for awhile that there were two personalities in my brain. This came about because sometimes I have conflicting thoughts on the same issue, or conflicting emotions about the same situation or person. I don't mean ur typical "I want her even though she's ugly and unattractive" kinda thoughts. It's more like, "That girl is totally hot! I love her skin...those eyes just seem to draw me in....wanna kiss those lips..." and "Jesu Christi!!! WTF is wrong with that girl!!! why is she lookin over here? damn ugly cow.....". That was not a fictional example. I actually thought that about a girl I met at a club last year.

Of course, if I am indeed bi-polar, it explains that. It also explains how I can transition from icy composure to blind rage without a trigger, only for that to dissolve into pure and unadulterated lust.....Um...ok. maybe it doesn't explain that last part.

Separately though, I've resolved to do some digging into what exactly makes a person bi-polar and what exactly triggers it. I think it will be a fun experience as long as I don't allow it to rule my life. Of course, this is if I have it in the first place... lol.

-Kapil Dev
-Necrodevz

On Background images

 So, on the face of things, it looks awfully hard to do CSS, but, like all other topics which are logical, after getting a feel for the basic rules, it is possible to infer how to use them to get what you want without a surplus of tutelage. This means that creating a post with a background image becomes a simple matter of changing the basic code in the page and finding a suitable image. Of course, this is not perfect, there are some kinks that need to be worked out, for example the resizing of the iage so that the text does not have to span the length of the image for it to be displayed in full. This wil, of course, cause the image to be much smaller, and it will then be necessary, one would suppose, to set up some sort of tiling function.....

Oh well. That is something I can explore at another time. Right now, I'm satisfied with being able to use a pic as the background for my post.

-Kapil Dev
-Necrodevz

On Css

I've been experimenting with using CSS with blogger to make my posts more dynamic and aesthetically pleasing. With a little more practice, I should be able to use that function  to do stuff!!! For now.... it's still blech.

-Kapil Dev
-Necrodevz

On Life

Went off the reservation (Kingston) for the first time in a while these past couple days. It was oddly disquieting to find out that my lil brother is growing up just as I did. He's a quiet kid who doesnt really talk to people and hangs out in the library when he's at school. He's also got the same knack for Math that I had when I was at his age. Wonder if he'll get bored of it too?

I also found out that its fun to just chill and hang out. I mean.... that constant presure for sex I've gotten used to feeling from the opposite sex was absent. I couldtalk about anything and everything.... And u know what? We did! I swear, it was the most amazing non-sex time I've spent with a female. And I hope to do it again.

There's something immensely satisfying about talking, just talking..... No expectations, no censoring, just rambling on about anything that came to mind. But there were times when my train of thought was derailed by her smile.... by her eyes....

I should probably talk about this since its on my mind this much. Her lips... her lips are like..um... idk.... but if I had a lip type, her's would definitely take the cake. She has times when she smiles and it figuratively takes my breath away....

Ok. If i keep on writing about her I'll start writing poems again, and I dont wanna go down that road right now. So, back to the fam. I am astonished to realize that I have no idea how to spell the names of my 2 smallest sisters. That is bad. I should change that. for the moment, however, I'll just spell them phoneticallly. The eldest of the 2 is Katarini (Katarina? (Katurina? (Katurini?))) and she is a little wise-ass! She has a comeback for everything, I swear! She should be a lawyer. And the ego of this girl!! OMG! If she doesnt develop a superiority complex, it would mean that she's been to a shrink. Yes, i'm serious.

Then there's the angel.... my baby... Katuree (Katurie?), who is easily the cutest girl in the world!!! She's so affectionate too! Sometimes I wished she lived with me because I'd never feel lonely if she's there; she gives me all hugs and kisses I need.

*sigh* I should probably explain why this is important. I hate people touching me without permission. At the same time, I love to be touched. When I was younger I was of the impression that there was some sort of were-animal in my blood because I exhibited a lot of mental characteristics of a pack animal. That is to say, I loved to be touched; I was extremely defensive of things and people I considered to be mine, and my 'mate' (I am not kidding. I thought like this!); I was extremely territorial (any1 who touched my books was dead!)..... well.... looking at it now, I was probably just looking for an escape from the 'real'. lol.

Well, It wasnt long after that when I realized that books were just fantasy written down on paper. I also developed the ability to read and imagine at the same time. It became addictive. My fantasies were so real that more than once I can remember telling some1 about a movie that I've watched that was so awesome, only to realize that it was actually a book that I've read. The image was so vivid in my mind that I thought it was a movie.

It got worse. It was more pleasurable to retreat into the depths of my mind than to stay in reality. I spent hours... sometimes days locked away in a room with only my books, venturing to 'this' reality only when hunger or fatigue forcibly pulled me from 'my' reality. For that's what it was.... My reality. It was more real to me than the fantasy of school, the annoying people who caled themselves family and wanted me to leave the room,. the annoying people who called themselves friends who wanted me to run around like a barbarian and act like a monkey, the annoying people called teachers who thought that the simple stuff they were trying to teach was of a higher priority than my books...... lol. I was a crazy kid.

It got to the point where my fantasies started to encroach on the real world. I would be walking and I would go through this immense adventure, only to be jarred back to reality when I walked up into a wall, or a lightpost, or when some1 started asking me why I was staring at a blank wall, or when I tripped over a stone, or when a car blew suddenly because I was about to walk into it...... A lot of stuff.

I was a troubled kid.

-Kapil Dev
-Necrodevz

On Sylphe...

Sylphe...sweet butterfly....
Kiss these lips of mine....
Flutter daintily across my skin......
Gently drift your wings across my soul....
Land on my heart forevermore......


-Kapil Dev
-Necrodevz

On sex...and other niceties

Sex is awesome. <----#fact. It is also truth (yes...fact and truth can be different things!!!). Sex in public places, however, is simply mind blowing! I'm sure that I'm not the only person who thinks so, esp since there are so many porn sites that cater to it. But sex is never just 'sex' to me. Sex starts long before the actual act of penetration. In fact... sex could start a whole week or 2 before intercourse. At least... that's been my experience.

Sex is firstly a mental thing. Esp for women. The mood has to be set.....the leadup has to be right.... the timing has to be right.... Well, at least that's how I think. I'm not one of those dudes who can just meet a chick and get busy. Seriously!! It takes at least an hour first. (lolirl) Seriously though, It takes a bit of preparation to get a girl naked. At least, the ones I talk to.

Firstly, its important to find out how compatible she is to our true character. I no longer hide how perverse I am, so it takes about 5 mins to find out if a girl is attracted or repulsed by that sort of thing. Traditionally, the next step would be to find out if there is a significant other involved, but I usually skip this step. If such a person exists, they'll show themselves sooner or later.

Next, it is important to establish a rapport between you and this female based on the fact that you have more or less an accurate grasp of each other's personality. This is where I usually mess up. Maybe I show too much, too soon, or maybe I read them wrong..... but whatever the case, at this point I may become the recipient of disgust, scorn, or even a slap in the face!! (only happened once). This doesn't mean my approach is wrong (truth, not fact) but that the other party was not compatible with my personality.

Anyway. I dont know why this has turned into a lecture, that was not the case. I originally wanted to post a couple of the fantasies I've been partially sharing with Sylphe (heh, heh) but, as usual, things turned out differently.


-Anyway....I'm a weird fellow, so I spend a lot of time having fantasies. I love my fantasies. Most of them are, of course, about sex, but they're not vapid pornos. They're more like action flicks with a highly detailed sex scenes. Of course.....some of them are pornos....like that one where Sylphe and I went to this bar.... and we had X, and got horny... and made out on the bar.... before I spread put her to sit on the bar so I could lick her little pink clit in front of dozens of strangers.....

-I cut that one short.

-I love cereal, especially fruit loops

-I love pancakes

-I love snakes

-Dean Koontz is awesome!!! the most memorable book I've read from him was that one that the kid can see 'all the ways things are'. At first, I thought he was a precog, but it turned out to be much cooler than just that. The kid could actually see all the various alternate universes..... Now tell me.... isnt that awesome?

-I frequently make horrible typos.

Reading this over...... its a load of crap. I have already retyped it twice, so I'm tired. I'm done. Till next time!!!

-Kapil Dev
-Necrodevz

On nothing in particular

Work gets annoying sometimes. Well, I suppose all people says that at one time or the other... But I honestly believe that spending almost 8 hours a day talking to persons who have no clue that pressing a button on the remote that's labelled 'Power' will cause their TV/DVD Player/etc. to turn on so they can interact with it is just a little bit more annoying than most other jobs.

But, today is not about my job (which I happen to love, btw). Well.... to be honest, I had a topic for today's post, but I was way too busy to type this up at the time and now I have no idea what it was *shrugs* .


Random ramblings:

-So today started out to be a Jason Mraz kinda day, but in the end I ended up listening to Gym Class Heroes all day long.

-I have developed an interesting obssession with Snaps (a snack) and grape-flavoured Tropicana (a drink).

-I work in a call centre, where I cover like....idk, about 10+ products, and I'm also a switchboard operator. Thus I have the unfortunate ability to sometimes transfer a call, only to have it back on my line. This happened no fewer than 3 times today.

-Ever noticed that it's easy to plan a budget, but almost impssible to stick to it? I've proven this so many times its annoying.

-I usually say I dont listen to dancehall music, but recently I've heard some kick-ass lyrics that made me laugh. I may start listening to it. That would mean that I actively listen to every type of music I can remember being exposed to!!

-My favourite expression is 'Jesu Christi!!!'

-I'm hypoglycemic but hyperactive (I have no idea how that works). I am also hypertensive. Nevertheless, I've never once been in danger from these things. Wanna know what landed me in hospital for 3 weeks? Not eating properly. I mean, kinda seems weird, but who am I to judge?

-Hospitals freak me out.

-I smile when i'm angry

-I sometimes throw random sentences in a conversation just to watch people become lost at the abrupt change in topic.

-I was a narcissist, supremeist, chauvanist child. I am a depressive, self-repressive, introverted adult. I have friends. None of the first 2 statements compliment the third.

-I love food (I will write on this one day, I promise)

- I am celibate by choice, compounded by circumstance.


So those were some fun facts about me. Well... maybe not fun, but definitely stuff that I think about.

So untill tomorrow, dear non-readers!

-Kapil Dev
-Necrodevz

A fresh start....and related ramblings

Starting a new blog while I havent been keeping up with the old one? not really. My Random Posts blog was made for just that: random posts. Aside from that though, its rather hard to access tumblr from my work computer without breaking any laws, so that's a huge no-no. My solution: a new blog.

So this blog wont follow the precedent set by the old one.....or maybe it will. I actualy have no clue what direction this will take. The aim is, of course, that this will be a record of my journy to eventual self-enlightenment, but we all know that I'm no buddah; I simply lack the self restraint.

So, lets start with a managable goal first: I'll try to post at least once a day. This means that I'll end up posting quite a number of uneventful posts and quite possibly bore anyone who thinks of reading this, but I guess this blog isnt really for the public anyway. Its for me. More specifically, this is so that a couple years down the road I can look back and see what kind of progress I've made from this point. Some people do this with pictures.... I hate pictures I hate taking pictures of myself. (this is gonna take a while. Lets start a new paragraph).

Yes, so...I hate taking pictures of myself. This stems from waaay back. Dont get it twisted, I had no occurrences of my Mom or other family member calling me ugly or anythng. I just looked in the mirror one day and hated what I saw. I dont know why, I dont know how...... It just happened. After that, i searched all over the house, found all the pictures that had my face in them, and either tore them up (if I was the only person in the pic) or cut out my face. Just the face. The rest of the body was in no way significant (or is that significant in and of itself?)

Over the years, I've grown to at least tolerate the sight of myself, but I still hate pictures. I'll send pictures to other people (via bbm and such things) but if I see the pictures being displayed I fly into a rage (more on this later). Of course, this means that there are no mirrors in my room and I avoid the one in the bathroom as much as possible. This creates quite a stir whenever I *cough* entertain young ladies *cough* at my residence as they all seem to think living without a mirror is akin to being infected with all seven Major Sins (isn't it odd how that is an actual proper noun?) at once. Not kidding. That's what one girl said. Honest!

So.... apart from that, I love pictures. Especially those of naked women. Not to jerk off/wank/blow a wad/*insert masturbatory alias here* to, but because I admire women. Honestly, I hardly masturbate. Why? well...*steps on brakes*..... Let us not go off on a tangent. I'll explore that at length another time, in another post. Eventually. If i remember. Anyway, I love pics of women for their beauty. There is  primitive beauty in a naked woman. Look beyond the eroticism next time you see a naked woman (if you can) and you'sll see what I mean.

I think thats it for the day though.... gonna play around with themes and gadgets. Till next time....

-Kapil Dev
-Necrodevz