Well hey there lurkers,

I wish you and every one of you could hold it in your hearts of hearts to forgive that last late night rambling. That's the kind of post you can expect if you let my subconscious out of its cage and in control of my blog. Now that I have let it roam free for a single blog post, I instantly regret it.

It is kinda intriguing and a bit fast at the same time, kind of like a certain fast talker on a busy, gridlocked street. Say that the talker was on his/her mobile phone, and you were only a bystander, casually just listening in on the juicy gossip that just eschews from the talkers mouth and into the phone's microphone, sending it thousands of kilometers away to its receiver on the other end of the call.

Another win for the legendary imagery of my own brain/mind. The illusive challenge of describing and over-describing my little anecdotes is none too unattainable for my liking.

So anyway, back to business: The agenda tonight was mainly to hope that my readers would forgive me for that last wall of self-deluded subconscious rambling. If that is done, then I best be off to the land of Nod.

Peace out to the world and Fly On,

Razor Blayde

I do believe I there is something, or some other concept that I haven't quite dealt with yet.

Not that I do have to cover every single topic known possible to man, however it is in good practice of a blogger to cover mostly what their subject area is. As you know, my subject area has been stretched far beyond reaches.

So, I can pretty much cover a wide range of things.

And yes, I have something on my mind to blog about...(for once, my mind is not occupied by the culinary delight of a certain dairy product with both delectable flavour and smooth texture - cheese)...Something or other often referred to as the ideology of "looking for the light at the end of the tunnel" or so to speak.

I do welcome it wholeheartedly; it is often a catalyst for positive emotions or beneficial feelings such as hope, longing and the mixed, wild child of desire. Now, those three things may seem negative in some lights, however they are but the simple and delicate natures of the human persona, in terms of progression.

There are people I know - and to effect, myself at times - which struggle to contain these natures or themes in their lives, or rather contain a miniscule quantity of aimless self-direction on the multitude of the process of what we refer to as "life". As the title says, "I'm not a dreamer, I'm just somebody tired of being stuck at the bottom of the epitome of boredom and monotony."

However paradoxial this statement appears to be, it perfectly describes what my view is on this concept of natures of the human persona.

I've always thought of looking forward or thinking optimistically as a sign for progression, and for positive re-encouragement. I'm not ashamed to say that it is not a daft nor pointless direction in "life" or whatever is associated with such.

Having ideas can arguably make you seem to be a dreamer. Wishing for what comes next can make you seem to be a dreamer. Hesitating before taking the final step on a staircase journey can make you seem to be a dreamer.

All of these things and more are just a fragment of what has been really going on in some of my thought processes. That's not to say that I wish to be a dreamer, I'm simply just stating that those tiny little details can matter so much in a situation where oneself can do nothing but self ponder and gaze out into the vast expanse of thoughtspace and pine for something, anything to occur.

I know that I usually resort to some sort of leisure, creation, assembly or other as means of "passing the time" or "entertaining myself" and even "providing a goal for myself to achieve". That is undisputed, and yet, I have remembered my loyal readers and I choose to update you with the ongoings of my ever changing lifestyle and so on and so forth.

Would I blog that an emergency is occurring? I would not know. Possibly I may give you guys and gals an update in the coming week, or maybe I won't.

The truth is, that a matter of priorities is on our hands. Do I need to update my readers on the "down-low"? Yes, obviously, or had I not have this blog of mine, I would not consider it.

At the same time, I don't hope to live on an equilibrium, nor anything of that bland, life-less and cynical vegitative state: questioning everything with a sharp tongue in cheek, a moral obligation to bring oneself to the upmost false precedence and whatnot. I do wish to find events, dramas, catastrophic tales and the uncovering of secrets and mystery that plagues much of our society and the neighbourhood in which I have known for so long, not just limited to my local area, but as a handly collective term for the friends, 'bros', wingmen, close friends, mates, supportive people, adversaries, family, friends that are practically family, locations and much more I know well.

I do believe I shall rest my case for the evening.

Good Day/Night and Sunset Eve,

Razor Blayde

Why hello there lurkers.

I had a sneaking suspicion about your presence back there with the rest of the shadowed crowd. It wouldn't be such a night unless yours truly had your eye on my tiny personalised space out in the world wide web, where my fingertips roam free and type my very thoughts at will in the form of an intelligible blog post.

I do admit, there are quite a number of things and topics I've been through on here. Alot doesn't seem appropriate at times, but overall, I think I'm doing quite well for a seasoned, and yet, not quite as frequent as I like -blogger.

I do believe I had something in mind when I started this blog post.

That is, Stevie Wonder (Stevie Ray Vaughn?) and Hall & Oates.

Now, I know they may not be the most current faze that tops the radio charts today, as of those hits of Ke$ha, 3Oh!3, Will.I.Am and whatnot; but it was only yesterday that I had been relaxing and finding a song of Stevie's that recognised.

It had all started with "Superstition". Of course, the classic is well known if you've ever seen any cheesy or even well made movie from the 90s or even shows and YouTube channels of today have used this great theme/song. It was from YouTube's Suggestions panel that I noticed and followed onto the rest of his songs... Thus, leading me to Hall and Oates.

Now, I had heard their "You make my Dreams come True" from its use in the 2009/2010 (I can't remember exactly when it was released) film, 500 Days of Summer. Their song "Sara Smile" brought a tear to my eye as I listened patiently to their gentle tune.

I stopped watching any videos after that (worrying for internet bandwidth overusage, and the fact that I had been watching quite a lot over the past few days), and sat quietly to myself....

When was the last time a song has evoked such emotion from its listeners? Or am I just... a bit sensitive? In any case, I still prefer the likeness of all genres that are genuinely melodic and such, and I'm not ashamed to say I do like songs from lots of controversial genres too: Rap/Hiphop, Pop, Mainstream, Indie [Rock ~ interesting thing about that, my good friend keeps telling me that I seem to like bands that are what he calls "Indie rock", I don't really mind what its called honestly, it's still good music to my ears], Rock, Alt Rock, Punk Rock, Metal, Power Metal, Classical, Concerto, C-Pop, J-Pop, Tech/House/Trance, and much much more.

I couldn't live with myself if I didn't settle with myself and just admit that I'm and avid listener and player of a vast multitude of music. My piano awaits for my next song project and I intend to satisfy it's desire.

Good Day, Night, Early Morning and Sunset Eve,

Razor Blayde