...into my schizo world.
I have this weird urge to write since yesterday. I went home late last night and as I hailed a cab and did some stupid melodramatic looney moments -- this means looking outside the car window with a faraway look and some mellow music on the car stereo -- I just am fading deeper into my thoughts about everything that exists around me.
I tap the keyboard of my PC amidst the half-accomplished to-do list in front of me, some bottles of mock-ups and calculator and keys and pens waiting for me to declare that it is close of business already. It is. I am just procrastinating. Or still waiting for the adrenaline drops to trickle in my veins so that I would have the strength to scrap at least, one bullet in my listed tasks. But I can't. My brain is like, squirming for air already.
Anyway, I don't like to talk about work tonight. I want to talk about life. Or love. Or postcards. I don't know. It's like there are so many trails of thought that beg to be written but I can't grab one tail to befit everything into its place. So I better just let go of some bullets to give justice to each bigger iceberg inside my brain.
- Life - I learned that you can trust nobody at all. People always seem to be swayed by ulterior motives -- selfishness, own crappy interests. On the other hand, I also learned from a page in a newspaper (which is actually a realization of someone else), that laughing will always be the best remedy for everything. I am stuffed with goddarn piles of shit but the laughter that my friends and colleagues give me is overwhelming and it keeps me going until another day in the woods (so to speak).
- Work - And when I just mentioned that I won't talk about work. Hehe. Blah! I was reading Dilbert's Principles last night and there is one thing that struck me -- a lot of undertones are hidden in your officemate's sentences (Statement: Our product is premium; Real Meaning: Our product is overpriced).
- Love - Nothing can compare to a smile and laughter that you cause someone especially if this person does not always smile or laugh.
- Postcards - I feel for other people's angst, plight, thoughts and everything. Visit postsecret.blogspot.com. You'll get hooked.
That's just about it. My mind is slowly degenerating and I don't think I still have the same "talent" that I have for writing before. So... here it ends.
