No one’s gonna wait for
you.
So do it now, do it
right now.
Don’t waste a minute on
the darkness
And the pity sitting in
your mind.
So here I am. Sitting
in front of my desk. A coffee-filled mug at my right hand side. Fingers on the
built-in laptop’s keyboard. Feeling like a professional writer. Trying to put
on words to construct sentences that are readable and understandable. At the
same time, I always wonder of who I’m writing to. Myself, I suppose.
It’s a semi-miracle (I
just made that word up) that my laptop is on my desk. I usually have it on my little
table beside my bed. Yes, I do that. I always use my laptop while sitting or lying or
rolling on my broken bed where I pretend to be comfortable and in relax state
while I’m not. I have to change my pose (or way of sitting/lying/rolling) every
few minutes because of numbness and sometimes my spine actually aches. This
always reminds me of the reason why people have desk.
Logging onto my blogger
account, I’m not really surprised of the changes that they’ve made. I left this
account for over a year. I wasn’t really having the writer’s block, because I’m
not really a writer for that matter. I’m only a normal person pretending to be a good
writer. Ah ha! Oh by the way, I like this new blogger. It's less crazy. Ok I don't know why I said that.
I feel chatty today. Or
felt, whatever. I’m not a chatty person for that matter. I mentioned this
couple of times in my previous posts which were like few years back. :| I
forgot the reason why I stopped blogging for a while. Erm, I could be busy.
Yeah, that could be it. I’m not sure. Oh I forgot to mention that cliché crap
people always say;
IT’S BEEN A LONG TIME,
PEEPS!
Hell yeah! Back to
being chatty, I’m not really a conversationalist. I always avoid people to
secure myself from any chatting attempts. Yep, that’s not a cool thing to do. I
feel like that’s the absolute reason why my Arabic language skill is like being
held back while others are getting better and better every time I see them. But
on the other side, I mean the good side of it, I like to believe that I become
an independent man because of that behavior. Yep, I’m a self-proclaimed
independent man!
See, I went to Italy all by myself. I'm independent right?
Do you know that
feeling when you have so many thoughts playing around in your mind? At that
moment, you feel like your head’s going to explode with that words symphony
going around inside your cranium. You feel like you need to speak those words
out. Just let them out of your heads. Or at least, you need a pen and a paper
so you can write all that down. You feel so inspired to give your thoughts
about so many things happening around you. That actually happened to me today.
That was when I
remember that I actually have an abandoned dusty blog. So I went home hoping
that I could throw all those thoughts onto this pity blog. But I actually ended
up doing something else. And by the time I remember that I had this writing
thing I must do, those thoughts just magically disappeared and I was like, “What
did I want to write about again?”
So here I am. Sitting in
front of my desk. My made-in-China Paris souvenir mug is empty now. I’m out of
words.
What do I expect from
this post? I’m not quite sure. But I hope this won’t be the only post for the
next one year.
Oh by the way, I met
Ingrid Michaelson while I was in Singapore few weeks ago. Hell yeah I did!
Head out any further,
and you might just
forget how.
You’ve gotta come back down.
