Can you believe he’s only a couple of days old in this picture? Look at the amount of hair he has! We’re expecting him to be afro-headed very soon.

I haven’t had the chance to see him personally yet, but I’ll be with him very soon.

The few things I pride myself in, the few qualities which I believed I had – seem to be fading away slowly. Silently. Surely. I can only be disappointed in myself for how things are turning out. There is no one to blame but myself, for letting the world change me. Thinking that I could endure what the world throws at me, I’m beginning to think that I was wrong.

Bit by bit, the me that I knew is being eroded away. The shell remains, but the core crumbles. I look back and ask myself – who or what am I turning into?  I don’t really know for sure. What I know is that I would’ve liked the old me better.

It’s scary when I could bring myself to agree to phrases like “the best way to not offend anyone is to be a jerk to everyone”. This is not how I did things. But enough had happen to sway my thoughts, my principle. It’s tiring to try to uphold something that no one believes/practices anymore. It’s easy to go with the flow, join the masses, blend in. I never liked being part of the majority. But being otherwise really requires a will of steel.

The walls are cracking, but the pillars are still intact – hopefully. With something, if anything, I hope I can patch up the leaks and continue holding up the fort. And this is to remind myself that I’m still standing tall, putting up a fight.

And…..

Anyway, got to run. Bye!

Just kidding. Due to unavoidable circumstances, I can’t run even if I wanted to. I’m pretty much stuck in some remote location, with no means to go anywhere else, and not having my phone (or rather the contacts which were in it). But, I have the almighty Internet. What does a man do when he has nowhere to go and is left only with the Internet? – Blogging!…….. is the last thing I could think of. But considering I have exhausted all other means to keep myself occupied, and considering that I have been blogging as often as the Moon has been doing a full circle around the Earth, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to blog a bit.

I’m beginning to think that my blog’s URL is quite possibly the most personal information my blog has about… well… myself. Lots have happened in what has been about ten months of actual working life and experiences. Not all were good, but not all were bad. One thing’s for sure, they were all enlightening, to say the least. But I’ve written close to nothing about all the days that passed by. Time is always an issue, but if I really wanted to have written something – I could have. I just didn’t.

Unfortunately, I feel that I’m losing touch with some whom otherwise would have been in contact via blogging. The thing is, I’m don’t feel the need to chronicle my life’s events, and even if I did – it would be a one-way communication between myself and my unsurprisingly small numbers of readers. If I write with the aim to publish actual, practical information – I will not hesitate. But publishing my personal life’s events is perhaps… unnecessary.

For one, the Internet is a big place. I actually make an effort to ensure that my online presence is kept in check. I’m not paranoid, but having too much personal information freely available to anyone can be worrying. At the same time, I don’t want to keep myself off the radar entirely because, well, such information can actually be useful. Take Facebook for example, in terms of functionality – it’s top-notch. That’s a piece of brilliantly engineered application. But put it in the wrong hands (two pair of hands, in this case), it can be disastrous. Without elaborating further, I think you get my gist. It’s a razor-sharp double-edged sword.

I wasn’t intending to write anything about all that identity management… it just crossed my mind as I was trying to write up something out of nothing. Fortunately, I have not been involved in any cases of identity theft, yet. Thanks to a whole lot of very hardworking spiders on the net, you’ll be surprised how much Google knows about you. At least I was surprised how much it knew about me.

Enough of all those boring talk. Let’s move on to something more boring.

[I uploaded a picture but it's now gone and I'm too lazy to upload it again so just imagine there's a picture of a really desolate desert here]

Hello?

But I’m also too lazy to write it out.

And since I’m perpetually lazy, I’ll probably write a whole lot less.

But that doesn’t mean I have little to say.

Because I do, actually.

But that’ll have to wait, until I can get my fingers working.

Or you could always ask me, then I’ll have a reason to write.

As for now, I’ll soon be breaking the 2,000th kilometre mark.

On land. In a month.