I figured nows as good a time as any to start writing again.
Although I've been feeling under the weather lately, maybe my brain cells can still come up with discernible output.
It's so easy to get sucked into the heavy routine of work-eat-sleep everyday, that everything else just seems like added riffraff, extra burdens if you must, even things you usually enjoyed before.
I've been finding solace in mango melon smoothies (it's not prime papaya season), hoping that these overpriced cups of mishmashed fruit, ice and curdled milk can bring me some semblance of happiness.
It's harder to think of nicer things to write about when you feel like crap. it's like the chill inside me has frozen any ability to gush about my usual happy processes. Like how I like freezing moments (inside my head) of happy people around me, making them into vignettes of goodness in my head and how I like looking at holding hands, laughing kids and people just basically having fun.
It's hard to write about the nice and not-so-nice stuff I've recently watched when I've been feeling too dizzy to even take in my usual habit of one hour kimchi soap opera episodes.
I wanted to write an example on how big a deal Friendster has become, even if it's also a brilliant and successful networking program. How coming up with an apt profile to encapsulate your very existence can also become the root of unwanted information about you.
I want to say how much i've missed writing like this even when I know I do not really miss it. But then again, I don't think i would like to have the time to miss anything, because it might hurt. And God knows I've already been down that path and it just plain sucks egg.