The Thing About Writing.

I have no idea how those writers who have written extremely lengthy stories that could only be divided into series and sagas sustain their desire, and yes by desire i MEAN desire..

It's not that i don't have it, it's just, i get distracted rather easily and usually i lose the momentum i gain after typing down a sentence which would have been moments ago, intriguing and deep. [ which would then bring me to a new and different topic altogether and the same thing repeats itself, like a vicious cycle ] what would PROBABLY be. just 10 minutes ago i was about to analogize the world events. with imaginary schools and dissatisfied students and under-performing teachers and of course headmasters. HEADMASTERS. let's not proceed any further by bringing in the 'fantasized' Ministry of Education, lest it gets a tad too complicated. so yes, in fact i already had a few sentences down but i was suddenly assailed by a second thought. It seemed too foolish and immature an analogy to even voice out, much less blogged about. hmm.

Anyway is a court case all about directing a flurry of words, that are laced with mindful traps bordered by sentences so cunning that it's a you slip, you die scenario? And what about them razor-sharp and witty retaliations that always drew a perplexed smile which only serves as a temporary facade to the humiliation boiling underneath?

oh how i hate you bloodsucking terrorists,

a sharp pain. eyes : open, shut, open, shut, open. and my clock radio showed me in these blurry numbers that seemed to form a...fiv-..no wait 4! sigh yes i was up then. don't ask me what was i doing because...i am telling you! i was watching excerpts from the supposedly top 10 BANNED movies of a certain era. hmm. anyway that doesn't matter, because i wasn't supposed to be up so early. filthy mosquitoes (yes you guessed it correctly ) bit me till..i guess the pain got through to me, despite my deep sleep.

i was just thinking that what is currently erupting around the arab side of the world is really exceptionally huge. they are /peacefully demanding for a change, ousting their 'since-forever' leaders in the process. which is just...entirely surprising, that is stacked on the fact that no one from the outside meddled with the situation as well as the important point that most of the demonstrators are below 30. will things follow the path of the 1848 revolutions or will this be a trailblazing historical event. hmm.

then my mind shifts to new zealand. yes. earthquakes. pretty big scary earthquakes. now ask yourself, what did a peaceful law-abiding country like that do to deserve the wrath of nature? or is 2012 indeed nearing?

i will perambulate around my house in the dark whilst you ponder it through.

i don't understand,

how some individuals have the tenacity to wake up every morning, like it's a new day, with fresh starts and wonderful experiences that will ignite even the dullest sense. how some individuals seem to burst at the seams with drive and determination, some even with no whatsoever inclination as to what the future holds for them. how some individuals look at procrastination and laziness as a sickness, that once had, one must instantaneously rid themselves of it by pouring hours and hours of endless time into the tomes of knowledge, just to remove the bitter aftertaste. how some individuals feed off success, pushing them to achieve more, fueling their hunger for attainment like there is no end to it.

because for me, i feel tremendously motivated only when i see these people. because i imagine where i can be if i had half of what they have. but the whatever little fire that flickered will in no time often winkle out, leaving only the darkness and...( the poem, Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow being recited hauntingly in the background )

why there can be no Batman in our society,

because everyone has a number.

terrified,

is the song being played on my itunes; after i watched Tangled that is.

my phone lies in the shadow of my negligence. so does my facebook account. thus, i feel a distorted sense of superiority now that i have firmly extricated these...distractions. oh that includes my twitter account as well. hahaha these days the only thing that brings a 'pleasant' surprise whenever i am online is the occasional email i get. however i am not at all bored. there is my guitar, my books and my piano! :D

i think the name Alyssa has a nice ring to it.

shallow,

let their anger soar,
above yours,
let their denigration steep,
below yours,
let their ego grow,
against yours,
let their jealousy fester,
around yours,
for in you lies no presumptions,
for in you lies no bellicosity,
for in you lies no greed,
for emotions are caused by expectation,
therein must lie acceptance.

found out something interesting. remember when you rub your eyes when you were but a young lad, and you see colourful spots floating around your scope of vision and then you begin to rub more and more? until well your eyes turn crimson.

well the spots of colours you see is caused by a phenomenon named phosphene. go read up on it.