Writing for the sake of writing

alienI am writing this without a specific theme. Just thought I should exercise my fingers. Don’t we all have days when we feel restless, full of energy, but can’t concentrate on a specific subject or project? This is one of those days.

Most of my other posts, although without depth, have some specific topic in mind. Today, I just thought I’ll let my fingers do the writing. My outer life has been quite secure, without the extreme mood changes that befall some of my friends. However, my inner life is full of emotions. Contradictions? Maybe.

On one hand, I am the perfect postal boy for what is perfect in this world. On the other hand, I feel a revolution trying to push itself out of my body. What was the name of that movie? Oh, yes, Alien. Unlike Alien, it is not some disgusting creature trying to come out of the bowels of my body. It is me.

I know that not many people in cyberspace read this blog, and I don’t expect that. It is after all, the writings of someone without a direction. Successful blogs center around a specific topic or show creative nuances with the written word. I doubt mine has any of that. What I have been using this blog for is to expose my brain┬áto anyone who cares to read them. A kind of the diaries of Christopher Isherwood. Unlike him, I am a total lightweight.

On that note, better take a shower and face a new day…and something from a far, away time:


Four years later

It has been four years since I last posted on this blog. Time slips by if you are not careful. One day, your brain is still bright and alert, the next, you can’t bring the world out of your tongue.

I have grown older but not wiser. I have been hiding on Facebook. It is so easy to hide on Facebook. Check messages, check who is following whom, make a “like” here and there, and half of your day is gone. I better start writing again or both halves of my mushy brain will really turn into mush. I am already witnessing a dear friend of mine slowly die a thousand strokes a day by just being in front of a computer monitor, clicking links away.

I am not sure why I am posting again. Maybe the news of TUMBLR being acquired by Yahoo, or the couples of messages that I exchanged with a Facebook friend. He was the father of someone I briefly knew and who has been dead awhile ago. I posted a story about him years ago here. But for his father keeping his torch alive, his memory may have faded into the recesses of my brain.

If you really ask me why I am starting to post again, well, it is because I can. LOL

Now for something really from my childhood years: