The birth of ZeroTango
The evening started out sunny and calm. I was on my pc, reading manga as usual, when it began to rain. I panic and almost fall over my feet as I run outside to gather my laundry when the power goes out. I say to myself, 'wow! there goes a lovely evening'.
But as I sat bathed in candle light, listening to the wind and the rain, it struck me. I, have begun to get annoyed at things that I used to enjoy. During my childhood and most of my teen years I have always consistently loved three things: good food, good books and rainy days. Being born right in the middle of the rainy season had its effects on me, it was only natural for me to love the rains and thunderstorms of the wet monsoons. The smell of the wet mud, the rain drops on my face... it felt like home. Somehow in the midst of exams, technology and Valentine's day, I had lost that ability to savour the simple joys of being alive.
I then turn my thoughts to why I so insanely love the rains, I think... perhaps in a previous lifetime I was a merry Irishman. I laugh at my totally random thought. Whats the link between rains and Irishmen anyways? So sitting there alone with a candle, listening to the howling wind and watching the flashes of lightening carve shapes into the black sky, I figure I should take the time to write a journal about all the crazy stuff an insane person like me can think up. It will keep me from going loony and hopefully keep you folks entertained!
Cheers!
But as I sat bathed in candle light, listening to the wind and the rain, it struck me. I, have begun to get annoyed at things that I used to enjoy. During my childhood and most of my teen years I have always consistently loved three things: good food, good books and rainy days. Being born right in the middle of the rainy season had its effects on me, it was only natural for me to love the rains and thunderstorms of the wet monsoons. The smell of the wet mud, the rain drops on my face... it felt like home. Somehow in the midst of exams, technology and Valentine's day, I had lost that ability to savour the simple joys of being alive.
I then turn my thoughts to why I so insanely love the rains, I think... perhaps in a previous lifetime I was a merry Irishman. I laugh at my totally random thought. Whats the link between rains and Irishmen anyways? So sitting there alone with a candle, listening to the howling wind and watching the flashes of lightening carve shapes into the black sky, I figure I should take the time to write a journal about all the crazy stuff an insane person like me can think up. It will keep me from going loony and hopefully keep you folks entertained!
Cheers!