Believing again

Have I not done enough? or I have overdone it?

"Steak Medium rare, please."

"Not having your usual well done, sir?"

"Not today,not today."

There is a certain perfection in an in-perfection.The perfect flaw. so, what i am. In the quest for perfection, I have lost myself, to myself.

People told me, you have to believe in yourself. I did. I am content. Still, I do not quite take into consideration of others. Others might not accept my views. I knew exactly what they are thinking but i choose not to conform.

Why is the society so weak? Always seek to conform. Are they not mindless drones who will feast on human flesh? Yet, it is through the mindlessness that they achieve the purity of purpose.

We seek purity, and we are to be pure in the mind. We seek purity and perfection, others seek something eternal. Is there a life after death? Or that we are made to believe that there is?

To believe in something that is abstract, worshiping ideas. So, do we need to leave a mark behind, or just a blood stained cement floor where we die a violent death?

Sometimes, we need to conform, sometimes we do not. We are the perfect living things because we are flawed. It is through in-perfection that we are ourselves. Sometimes, why do we believe that things can be perfect, are we forced to? or is there a choice?

We have a choice, they say, the choice between to believe in them and to believe in them. That is the choice that they give us and there are no other way but through them. Day-light robbery that is, i felt.

Why is it important to believe in others? I think, everything originates from the same source, self.

It is important to first believe in yourself. There is no wrong in that. We are just ourselves. There can be no alternative, no possession, no identity other than the fact that an individual controls his own fate. There is only hope when one believes but hope always brings disappointment. We need not all these if we really believe in ourselves, and purity of purpose. Live with a purpose, believe in yourself.

Wow trip has been postponed.

Oh bollocks!

What in the name of dear bollocks is this arse? I mean the higher ups could have informed us earlier, couldn't they? We could have just unpack all our cargo into their respective areas and scoot. Now they have done it. Postponed it to an August? My August!

They always thought that the Astronomy club is the most relaxed activity of them all. It is not! It is bollocks to let them think that having 6 telescopes and 2 binoculars are good enough, in fact, our collection is not even worth more than some private collectors!

Now with the C-14 stuck up their arse, they rejected an offer to let our school participate in the Astrofest, contributing significantly to the Astronomy scenes. Those old hags, they don't dare to do such a tiny little gesture of respect to our brothers, eh?

Bloody feth, there is nothing compared to them,
Sie ist der hellste Stern von allen

Like. WOW

Achtung, Achtung

Zis Wier Tripz haz beenz Kanselled.

Zis jerman iz notz veliz dagutz, zo, zis koz oph zis Yearthz kuakz zis wier kan noz biz porzeedz hagen.

Scarborough Fair

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Remember me to one who lives there,
For she/he once was a true love of mine.

MAN

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Without any seam nor needlework,
And then she'll be a true love of mine.

Tell her to wash it in yonder dry well,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Which never sprung water nor rain ever fell,
And then she'll be a true love of mine.

Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Which never bore blossom since Adam was born,
And then she'll be a true love of mine.

Ask her to do me this courtesy,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
And ask for a like favour from me,
And then she'll be a true love of mine.

BOTH

Have you been to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Remember me from one who lives there,
For she/he once was a true love of mine.

WOMAN

Ask him to find me an acre of land,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Between the salt water and the sea-strand,
For then he'll be a true love of mine.

Ask him to plough it with a lamb's horn,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
And sow it all over with one peppercorn,
For then he'll be a true love of mine.

Ask him to reap it with a sickle of leather,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
And gather it up with a rope made of heather,
For then he'll be a true love of mine.

When he has done and finished his work,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Ask him to come for his cambric shirt,
For then he'll be a true love of mine.

BOTH

If you say that you can't, then I shall reply,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Oh, Let me know that at least you will try,
Or you'll never be a true love of mine.

Love imposes impossible tasks,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
But none more than any heart would ask,
I must know you're a true love of mine.