Just when you thought that you had it all figured out, someone comes along and changes the status quo. Just when you thought that you knew it all, someone comes along and brings with her a whole new world of knowledge.

Yea I've never been the fastest learner and it takes a while getting used to. But i guess as with everything, the most important thing to learn is the concept and maybe the fundamentals. Everything else will fall into place. Enough with the drivel.

Ok, as promised, heres the poetry section. Yea its rough and immature.

Butterflies fly around the hand,
Every now and then.
Love however hangs around the land,
Like your favourite scent.
Every day you plan.

Nature or nurture is what they say of that that makes us grow,
but how much of each and of each can we wrought out of our own soul.
If nurture is done by one's own mind then it may be truly so,
But what if its merely what nature and nurture has brought to the show?
Of this and that and mice and man who's best laid goes to waste,
Or living in the moment and planning for the future whose path we cannot trace.
But if you try to be yourself then you will never know,
The person you might have been had you chose to grow.
But then again this self laid plan brings with it its own flaws,
I guess its best to follow the plan and let the tures lead the dance.
Its something you would never know and might not leave to chance,
But in the end whosever the plan just have some confidence.

You've felt the scabs and covered your heart,
Thinking nothing worse can come.
To break away this font of yours,
and grid you into crumbs.
But comes a day when you will know,
that life is meant to be sung.
And that can never happen,
unless you are drunk.
But if you want to love your best,
no armour you must don.
But instead amor is what you wear,
to have one's interests at heart.