Random Acts

Its been a while since I am home on a Thursday night.

The last time I felt so comfortable, clean and dry on my chair with some light music in the background and with my fingers fluttering on the keyboard. Like butterflies fluttering round and round beautiful flowers blooming in the morning sun.

Okay, maybe not "fluttering".

How about "stomping"?

Like elephants stomping round and round the circus ring.

Hows that?

Recently, the camp grounds has been rather quiet. Now that the batch of recruits are gone, the daily fluster of events has suddenly came to a complete halt. The world still spins and the daily ceremonial cup of coffee still is a must. But all this happens slightly later in the morning. It still is in the morning, just a little later.

I am suddenly stuck on the entry. I have been looking at the entry for a couple of minutes now.

Blank.

Blank..

argh!

Still blank.

Do you guys think I will make it as a writer? Be it free lance or be it published media. Or would I be in some zoo feeding some monkeys? Or would I be in some school trying to get some monkeys to finish their assignments?

This is rather random.

It was a lonely dinner, it has been like that since a couple months back. I can choose not to have lonely meals, but that would mean me heading to somewhere out there in the far distance against everything to have a meal. But I really do enjoy the company should I head out there.

After a quick dinner, I headed to the place of computers and aircon, thinking to myself that I can come and give a quick post or something. And just in case you didn't notice, there wasn't any other entries in between this one and the previous one. This would be the result of me not being able to post an entry.

I had in fact started on the entry when a digital being came into play. For that couple of hours, I was insanely strong and with the strange ability to shoot burning arrows and enjoying the very massacre of other digital beings like me. And to think that I was getting richer with every other digital being being slaugthered - what I would call "digi-cide".

Yet, in a far away place, I knew that I was just going on a holiday. A little holiday that I take every once in a while. I used to be able to do it with a couple more friends. But now, they have all gone. With me, its a new bunch. Okay, maybe not so new.

A holiday that ain't so real after all.

I heard this comment from somewhere I can't remember where: "BLOGers are selfish and self centred creatures writing only about themselves and nothing about the world and world issues at large."

It sort of got me thinking.

Am I one of those who falls into this category of BLOGers or am I just one of the many many other (say) 38,5782,7529,3752,3245,6875,2342 BLOGers around globe?

Eh, and I seriously think by a (huge) stroke of luck, I got the exact numbers of BLOGers on planet Earth right now right here.

Wa.

I think I need to see a Doctor or something.

Else, I should go get some rest.

Either way, I am gone.