Must everything have a title? Have a label? Have a pigeon hole in which to localise it's reach?...Yes.

Upon realisation that my grammar was in dire need of some kind of originality rivival, I set aside a significant portion of my thought to develop an actual writing style. Bare in mind this post on this blog is just an exercise, I do hope it is not taken seriously.

So to follow on from my first words, yes, I have been taking grammar and writing style quite seriously recently. I have created a protocol for various things involving how to structure a scientific writing paragraph, how to analyse a scientific paper - although this doesn't strictly fall into the scope of grammar and writing it is a creatively critical process which helps eliminate bad prose and diction and enforces a firm an followable writing style.

I feel, as recently as just now, that a diary shouldn't necessary be planned, merely memories held in ones mind and dictated at leisure onto the page when pertinant or appropriate...Also, a bqad habit I have is to delay a revision of my work (as pretentious as it sounds, everytime I write something I christen it a "work"), so it may sound a tad off in parts, it's not some kind of cryptic writing style, if you the audience hasn't understood it, it, is my fault. Also sorry for that run on sentence.

Whilst on the subject of Memory, I am working on my 3 digits decimal and 2 digits pao system as we speak. I've tried to dedicate more time towards how to acquire knowledge faster hoping that if I can combine the two I'll be some kind of mega-guru...But I don't take myself that seriously to care for that much now.

I wish I saved all my Facebook status's throughout the years, but a status lasts a mere glimpse, the mind that creates them lasts forever, til death do us party.

I saw a mock-poignant quote today, which I wish I could say i came up with: "If life gives you lemons, make lemonade.".

To conclude, I hope I don't come across as a gentleman with his head up his own arse. But if my face smells like shit and shit comes out my mouth and my trousers are by my ankles, I permit you to reach that conclusion.

Or Rivrar x