Book Helmet Juice.

 

7/17/2024

I have to start from somewhere. Last time it was Evernote and this time it’s Notion. I don’t know what I am going to write but, you know what. Nothing goes as planned. 

The shoot is in two days and what can I achieve in this limited time. I wish this keyboard would make less noise as I type but you can't make things happen just by wishing, you need to put in work, and even after that the result is not guaranteed. I read somewhere that even if you put your hundred percent doesn't mean the output will be as you expected. You just keep on doing it over and over again to make a satisfactory output. you fail as long as you finally win, but it won’t stop there. You fail again in another field of interest of in the same sector and you keep pushing until you win. Damn right!

Along the way might come embarrassment, disappointment, frustration, and doubt within yourself but you need to keep moving forward and keep pushing your limitations until you break. I don’t know what I am writing at this moment but I am a little concerned about the upcoming event. I was hoping De would handle like a pro but I should have expected uncertainties in the future.

Anyway, I should be prepared for the worst possible outcome. I bet I can do it. Okay now.

Book Helmet Juice.

He was very dumb to start with but he’s my friend nevertheless. We had a deep conversation where he told me about dragons, witches, and demons and I was there to divert the conversation toward life and achievements. We both have nothing in common and I wonder sometimes, “How the hell did we become friends?” and I realize it was way before any of this thing was nowhere in our existing life. we were friends way long before we were introduced to the fantasy world of dragons and the responsibilities of adulthood. We were children back then, doing children's stuff. We used to play with poodles in rainwater when returning back to our home from school. Our socks, drowning inside the little packets of shoes containing water. Running in the rain and scolded by our parents. It was nevertheless an amazing time. No worries about the past or future, except homework that I mostly ignored.

Anyway, that was the past when we could befriend anyone on our way. Now that we are old, even close friend are hard to handle when they have their own set of problems and you have yours. How can I make him understand when his head is so thick that even a verbal bullet won't penetrate our thoughts inside. He mostly let his emotions work and I think years of doing monotonous work abroad has made his mind dull. Now it’s too late to revive him from this condition. The only thing I can hope is he understands that the world runs on facts and figures rather than emotions.

Did I mention about my other friend? he is also my school friend. how do I start man? It seems very difficult to introduce him right now. we will continue this journey and will have a proper introduction along the way. By the way, I really don’t want to narrate this but someone has to do the job. Let me present you with the common hangout place where we meet almost regularly for a cup of tea and a cigarette. at the rooftop of our favorite hill.

this part, I have no idea how to start so I am just brainstorming things. the name of two guys are Alex, Symon, and Rayan. Oh yup, I should include myself, because although I am writing this right now, I am the witness and the interpreter of the story. I'm also a participant here filling the role of a friend. Damn! what did I write? Anyway, it had been done.

Three black tea and a lit cigarette are shared amongst three friends. It’s always Symon to light the first fire. And then what do we talk about. Oh yes, Alex, he is one thick skull hot-headed egoistic man and speaks with more confidence about matters serious than serious Sam from the movie Sam the Serious. I made that last one up. Anyway, my Idea about these kinds of meetups is to share ideas and achieve bit by bit but those two argue like they’re having the debate of their life. Disagreement in almost everything. All I can do is listen to their argument. What the hell am I writing? But I guess it’s all about the experiment. I have nothing to share with you, my friend. Same thing different days.

Book helmet and juice. What does that even mean? I have no idea. I read books, wear a helmet for my brain won’t explode with so much information from the book and I drink juice because juice is tasty. where did all my creativity go? I cannot think like a child anymore. maybe I should not because I am a grown adult and it’s time to take on the world. it’s 10:27 PM and I am Suman Gurung signing out for now.