Something's snapped.
I'm glad I'm going home.Without a heavy heart this time round.
And yea, I do need to clear my head.I will.

Bus story

I was sitting at the bus stop today, waiting for the elusive station bus. I can often be found doing that , even though it's not exactly one of my favorite pastimes. Guess that can be attributed to my now infamous bad luck when it comes to catching buses.

Anyway, so there I was looking at nothing in particular, when this dog caught my attention. It was a small runty looking thing, almost 2D in its proportions. It sat in the middle of the road, paying absolutely no attention to the vehicles whizzing inches past by it. Presently it got up and started barking and growling in a manner of extreme annoyance, as the cause of the sudden alarm walked past by me. It was a big, pudgy pet dog, being taken for an evening walk. In fact, it was so obese and his stomach so bulgy, that it reminded me of paunchy middle-aged uncles who have difficulty getting up once they seat themselves.

So Runty went on barking at him with utmost earnestness, protecting its territory and all that.What courage!

The reaction of Pudge-face at all this was incredulous. It looked at Runty up and down and walked away as I imagined him thinking, ''Are you kiddin me? My paw is like, as big as your face dude!’’At this point I started laughing. Aloud. I think the onlookers got a little worried about my sanity.Thankfully, the bus turned up a few moments later.

:D

Play

When I was bored of the project work, I took an illustration I had made for one of the pages of my booklet and did some tp with it . Fun!!

:D

''The road goes on and on, down from the door where it began.

Now far ahead the road has gone, and I must follow if I can.

Pursuing it with eager feet , until it joins some larger way;

Where many paths and errands meet,

And whither then? I cannot say..''

~ J.R.R Tolkien

Some lines just speak to me.This is one of my favorites..

I realised something about myself today.
I can only be nice to the  people whom I truly respect...I might be a little mean to the others.
My respect, I guess, is born out of admiration of the way the person goes about and accomplishes their work, the work that they have been assigned to do , what they are on this planet for.Their karma.
Work that makes me think, ''I wish I'd have done that''.
It might be anything.
But I also realize that I  probably shouldn't judge people in this manner.Who am to, really?
So I'll try being nicer.The work a person does is only small part of their personality, after all.