I'm afraid it's time for another customary post on the first day of the new year.
Like last year. Exactly.
This time, unlike last time, will be it.
I want it to be it.
How? No freaking clue.
Having the best intention doesn't equate results when you lack the proper skills.
It's still the first.
Happy new year!
Thursday, January 1, 2015
Thursday, September 4, 2014
A Very Short Monologue.
Are you ready?
No.
Will you ever be?
Afraid not.
Why not?
How does one begin to deem oneself to be ready?
Now that's a good one. I think you start by not calling yourself oneself. It sounds pretentious and bitchy. Then you just man up and freaking wing it. Until it feels right.
Then you're ready.
Oh.
No.
Will you ever be?
Afraid not.
Why not?
How does one begin to deem oneself to be ready?
Now that's a good one. I think you start by not calling yourself oneself. It sounds pretentious and bitchy. Then you just man up and freaking wing it. Until it feels right.
Then you're ready.
Oh.
Monday, August 18, 2014
Write.
The longer I put off this blog, the easier it seems to just put this writing shenanigan beyond my grasp. It's funny the way I put this seems to make it sound like I am willing to start writing again, willingly. I've lost count the number of times I tried drafting a new post, alas all those rare occasions did not bear much fruit evidently.
Don't get me wrong, I still enjoy writing very much. There's just an inexplicable urge to put words I keep in my mouth unto a digital medium and let the world read and judge. Sometimes, I wonder if I myself became the thing I despise, but then on the internet, it's really hard to say for certain. Online, we're who we want to be, there's no restriction on becoming someone else entirely.
They say when you look into the darkness long enough, it consumes you. Nowadays, I'm more and more inclined to believe so.
I've stopped working on this blog for so long, I would be befuddled if anyone still reads. For those few who do read, you have my deepest gratitude and appreciation. I would try to write about coherent issues and whatnot in the foreseeable future.
Write, for the sake of writing.
Don't get me wrong, I still enjoy writing very much. There's just an inexplicable urge to put words I keep in my mouth unto a digital medium and let the world read and judge. Sometimes, I wonder if I myself became the thing I despise, but then on the internet, it's really hard to say for certain. Online, we're who we want to be, there's no restriction on becoming someone else entirely.
They say when you look into the darkness long enough, it consumes you. Nowadays, I'm more and more inclined to believe so.
I've stopped working on this blog for so long, I would be befuddled if anyone still reads. For those few who do read, you have my deepest gratitude and appreciation. I would try to write about coherent issues and whatnot in the foreseeable future.
Write, for the sake of writing.
Saturday, July 19, 2014
Simple as this.
It rattles me.
Such offhandedness, of idle banter.
How a lifetime ago, I held on tight.
Then, it was the only thing.
Keeping madness at bay, away but always in sight.
It made me more afraid than ever.
How time heals and erodes simultaneously.
Then again, I could only wander.
Such is life, too fast paced and unforgiving for the uninitiated.
Such offhandedness, of idle banter.
How a lifetime ago, I held on tight.
Then, it was the only thing.
Keeping madness at bay, away but always in sight.
It made me more afraid than ever.
How time heals and erodes simultaneously.
Then again, I could only wander.
Such is life, too fast paced and unforgiving for the uninitiated.
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