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Real Post 108 – Write, right?

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Hi guys.

I don’t know what to say. I mean, its been a while since I wrote my last blog, and that was pretty intense. Gloomy and dull to be exact. Its been a year so I was so over with it.

Anyway, this is my first blog for the year 2014, technically. I never thought I was that occupied for the last 2 months. What a shame of not getting myself a break in between.

First and foremost, Happy New Year everyone and Happy Valentines too! I really hope you did get your New Year’s Resolution because its been tough for me to achieve it. I am still working on it and I still got everyday to earn it. Words from a hopeless man, what can you say.

Let me share the reason why I was so excited to write a blog today before it slip my mind. What can I do? Got a memory of a goldfish so its better to have it documented.

 I was on the bathroom cleaning myself and letting the hotness of the weather out of my system when the idea of writing came into my mind. Its like a flashing bolt of light that stroked my head. An orgasm of thoughts that wants to be spitted out of your trembling senses. Its like climaxing but less the effort and the sweat. It makes me feel that there is something missing in my life. It makes me realize that I still got a purpose in life, a vital one. Writing. To write.

This idea sealed a smile on my lips. Its ecstatic! The thing is, I got few left-overs on my table. They are all important in their own way. What I am thinking is that I need to finish them, one way or the other.

For some it may be trash or just a waste of time, but for those who understand, it is another masterpiece waiting to be discovered. A concealed part of the future’s history and literature. It may become famous or just another story that everybody will forget. But still, its an intelligence coming from an imagination, a beautiful mind.

I love it when I persuade myself to go forward and work my ass out. But who else will if not yourself, right? I was so tired doing others a favor even if it is against my own will. It stresses me, big time. It is coming to an extent that I am forgetting why I am here in the first place. I was not born to impress others. Too much of the hypocrisy!

Sorry if I am getting out of the context. Must be my other self. Always argumentative and negative. Just kidding.

Okay, so the reason I want to write is just simple. I want to write. I long to express myself in a mixture of words. It gives me a huge relief seeing myself not thinking of anything but writing. Like right now, I am being drowned by words, phrases and sentences that I almost forgot the love I have for Harry Potter or the noise from the streets that adds to the pollution and global warming.

Oh God! I miss this thing more than sex. This is way better and less prone to diseases, literally.

I still need to finish a lot of things. My novels that been sitting on my hard drive for years. The poems on my notes that needs to be refined. I got plenty on my bucket list but there is no need to stress myself out. Writing is a lot like love as what they say. It needs time to flourish and it will blossoms at the right time. Its a passion so there is no need to hurry. Its a masterpiece and it needs to reach its perfection. It will be done in time. I just need to be patient and learn how to wait.

Just need to live one day at a time and smell the roses.

I just got defeated by my sleepy eyes and yawning mouth. I guess I need to go and dream once more. So long my friends.

Till we meet again. – by the way, that’s my other self interrupting again. Just kidding.