If you are wondering what happened to Dwirt.

I think you would find out here : http://dwirt.vox.com/.

I have gone over to that dark side. At least I think I have.

wa.

It’s been almost 2 months since the last time I was here. Many many things have happened and many many things did not happen.

A revelation.
of sorts I think.

The initial was clean,
very nicely done.

The trials and tribulations of Life.
How much of a prank they are playing on us.

The last scene, a scene etched in my mind.

How I wished I was there too, in their shoes.

Though not satisfied, I am not at all empty.
Compared to the me now.

Some denial lei.

I guess its one of those now or never things.

The more I move away,
the harder the strings tug.

As I move through the masses,
familiar sights came and went.
Scents and scenes all too comfortable.

The people, they never change.
The flow, they never cease.
The music, they never stop playing.

At least not till I press the Stop button.

Feelings and thoughts a swirling.
Ideas and methods.
Hope and Faith.
Courage and the lack of it.

Sometimes, I wished that something big would happen.
Sometimes, I hope it doesn't.

I would think that it doesn't would be better.

Then again, if things stay this way.

I would never know.

Would I?

Joseph
A Revelation of sorts
1549 @ Orchard Plaza

You know how we all go the toilet to ease ourselves?

And how we go about using the toilet paper?

Ever realized that life would be rather miserable (not to mention smelly) if toilet paper never existed? Then again, I reckon that human would have invented something by then to use as toilet paper.

My point being:

Noticed how we would at least pull 3 segments of the toilet paper and then fold it up and let it do its magic? After we're done, we would then conveniently dump it into the bowl.

Has anyone thought how the Toilet Paper would FEEL!?

I mean, if I was part of the 3 segments being torn out and I was the one that was folded inwards and away from (literally) all that shit and then I would flushed down the toilet!!

Come on! I wasn't even dirty to begin with!

Talk about being dragged down!!

**Dwirt re-adjusting himself and composing himself**

I am sorry; I did not know where that came from.

I know where it came from la, just that I ain't agreeing to it.

I would have wanted to.

I had wanted to post a post here that I had stored in my hand phone since last weekend.

I had just remembered that I had lost my phone after I was at this "Blog Drive - Entries" page.

-_-"

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.