For the lack of better things to talk about, I’ll do something out of the norm and post pictures of monsters.
Not for the faint-hearted. You have been warned.
I haven’t been updating this blog so long I probably have lost all my readers. At least I know Google Bot will never stop visiting me here. I have been engaged with… stuff… so to speak. Besides the usual stuff there’s this unfortunate death of my loyal PC. Let’s just say I wasn’t too happy when I lost half of everything I had. But then again, not losing stuff on a regular basis makes people too comfortable of what they have and possibly overlooking the fact that nothing lasts for as long as they want it to. A false sense of comfort, in short.
Life is volatile, that’s for sure. There’s no 3-strikes before you’re out. There’s no reset button. There’s no reformatting.
Very, very, very depressing stuff.
Honestly, the "comic" above is hard to swallow, even for me. It oozes depression, even when drawn in highly simplistic art. But then again, can you imagine this happening somewhere in the world? I suppose it’s not difficult, because the message is brutally realistic. It sure isn’t hard for me. I once lost a cat in a somewhat similar manner. It wasn’t a pleasant experience. I didn’t take it too well. I absolutely adore cats. What more, my cat. Ever since then, I never wanted to be so close to a pet anymore. I’ve had… 3 or 4 cats after him but I was never really attached to them. I didn’t want to.
Sometimes, I doubt my ways. I don’t want to be cold. But I’m afraid to lose the things I hold so dearly. It’s a pathetic reason, but a valid one nonetheless.
Enough with the depressing talk. Even Google Bot might stop visiting me if I go on. I still adore cats. Very much so. There’s something I do everyday without fail. It helps if I woke up from the wrong side of the bed. It helps if I had a crappy day. It helps if I had I messed up something big. It helps when you feel that the world is against you.
I go to http://www.icanhascheezburger.com .
How can your day not be better after seeing something like that? Priceless.
Chopsticks. Surfing. Ice. Charcoal pit. Egomaniac. Tick. Fat cat. Wallet. Card. Time. Lemmings. Spartans. Peacock. Rest. Swing. Foot. Kiasu. Swerve. Chauvinist. Delusion. Break. Negative karma. Home.
As random as they may seem, they may not entirely random. There have been things I wish I could say, but I could not. When I could, I would not. It could be simple, it could also be complicated.
But then again, it’s not like you care, do you?
Beyond the clouds, there are more clouds. And beyond that, even more clouds.
And beyond that?
Just more clouds.
A while back, I was made to introduce myself to a certain bunch of people. I was supposed to answer a few simple, fundamental questions which were as generic as they can be - Where are you from? What about your background? What are your interests?
No sweat, so I thought. I introduced myself accordingly, including details of my birthplace and a little of my personal background with little hesitation. Until I started to think of my interests to talk about.
It was then when I realized I had nothing in mind which I would readily acknowledge as my interest.
Ask any 6-year-old kid and he or she would probably give you an answer spontaneously. But I couldn’t. I stammered on the simplest possible question.
I had putting a bit of thought on that matter for a while now. But even if someone were to ask me the question again now, I still can’t give a straight answer.
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