The Death Of You And Me

Ok, it's been a few eventful weeks in the world since I last posted. There was a time just before that, where I was hoping for such events, to give me the fuel to comment on. Eminem once said in an interview, (and I'm paraphrasing here) "my life is good at the moment... hopefully it doesn't get too good or I'll have nothing to rap about!". See, my life had taken a vacation on rosey lane, and I felt I had nothing to 'rap' about, apart from the mundane. So when such incidents as the riots hitting our streets and the new football season starting occurred, I had a chance to dust of the old cob webs off and attack with vim and vigour. This never happened. I lay in bed at night, my mind swirling with a wonderful concoction of images, ideas, and stories. I would think to myself, this is perfect, I'll write it up tomorrow. This never happened.

I could give my views on the riots, but it would be nothing more than what has already been covered by people far more qualified than me. For a start, it was strange of me to take such a keen interest in a news story, even one of this magnitude and so close to home. Sure I love a good serial killer case, like the rest of you, who doesn't; but for the most part, I like to keep my head in my own happy bubble and not be brought down by the misery and tragedy of our world. However, this changed on this occasion. Maybe it was the proximity, maybe it was the enormity, or maybe it was just impossible to avoid. Whatever the reason, I was fascinated and hooked. I had Sky News playing constantly, staying awake into the earliest of hours, web pages, articles, blogs, newspapers, and people feeding me as much information as I could comprehend. I wanted to know everything.

But my interest ended as quickly as it started, with the chaos subsiding and making way for more important events, ala premier league. A new season, a new chapter, a new dawn. There is nothing quite like the pre season optimism from fans, regardless of how successful or not your team was the previous campaign. It's a clean slate, everyone's on a level playing field, anything can happen, this is going to be the one. There is nothing more I could say to explain the passion and love surrounding the beautiful game that Jake hasn't already so eloquently put in his last post. If you know who he is (which I'm guessing you do), go read it. And if you don't, then I empathise with you. http://faultygaschamber.blogspot.com/2011/08/time-will-tell-us-nothing-ill-take.html

I'm glad that the new football season has started, which has given me something to look forward to and smile about. Because this last week, my vacation on rosey lane came to an abrupt and inevitable end. Now I'm sure it's a combination of things; I'm day 20 in to my month of fasting, the snatched pockets of sleep, hardly stepping out of my room let alone my house, not spending any time with my friends, and missing the one I love most. All these have my brain feeling like black hole. Bored and stuck in a rut. I feel lost. I want to be left alone in the company of my own misery. I don't have the energy or motivation to make any meaningful conversation, which only makes me resent the people I'm talking to. I don't know what or how I feel anymore. I don't know if it's still the same. I feel numb and void of feeling. My mind state has gone back a couple of years. Today morning I forgot how old I was. I had to use my date of birth to actually calculate my age. It may seem shit, but atleast it's given me something to rap about.

Thought/Quote/Lyric of the Day...

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Nevermind

Hello blog world, (which are the three people that follow me). I'm just going to warn you now, if there are parts of this blog that don't make sense, that's because I'm in a bit of a haze right now. My brain is not at 100% capacity. This is partly down to ramadan starting and today being my first fast. This fasting process lasts a month, where you abstain from food and drink from sunrise to sunset, which on these long summer days is approximately from 2am to 9pm. As you may be aware, I am not the most religious of types, but I can appreciate this holy month for what it is, and fully believe in the philosophy and principles. You learn to appreciate what you have and be grateful, where we, myself included, are normally too quick to complain about the most insignificant of things. Like today, yes I was hungry and tired, but when it came to open my fast, I had a big table full of food to look forward to and then a nice comfy bed to get in to, whereas, the less fortunate in the world don't have the same luxuries, this is their life.

The week leading up to this has been a great one. It all started on Monday when I had a little graduation get together with family. It was nice having everyone together, and I normally don't like being the centre of attention but it was nice on this occasion. This was followed by a great week spent back in the wonderful city of Crewe with the one I love. The reunion had definitely been a long time coming and was way overdue. Nothing had really changed in the weeks we had been apart. It was nice spending time together again and just writing this is making me think to random moments throughout the week and making me miss her. The next time we meet will probably be under slightly different circumstances and will hopefully get to see all my other associates I gathered in Crewe :) On a side note, during the week I picked up this little gem which I'm very chuffed with...

Thought/Quote/Lyric of the Day...

"That's the problem with an empty sky, I fill it up with everything that's missing from my life"

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