Chirping day ...

Customer entering the mall seems to be in a chirpy mood. The person following me from behind when entering, shower the attending person at the mall entrance with praises for being courteous to him. "I have a dream," much like Martin Luther King quoted, where I am a prized web slinging spider being hunted by my own family members as a pet. I can't fight them in that dream, or destroy them, because they are my family members. I understand owning great power come with great opportunity, but most important of all is the heavy burden of responsibility. That is the famous phrase among Spiderman fans. Keeping away, being alone come as natural as everyday breathing in life. Loosing those text isn't devastating, because anyone can put words together into sentences, but how the writer feel when writing them down at that spur of moment is something else altogether.

"Today is today, let tomorrow be tomorrow;
Seek not the future, Live for now in these words," speak the writer by himself before death comes for his soul.

Dumb became dumber ...

I find it absurd for people to even seek scientific proof, or explanation when everyday plain common sense is what others need to debunk an idiotic idea. Maybe the education system wasn't build for us to use rational thinking for everyday problem solving, or evaluating information, or maybe the elders themselves that brought us up does not have the understanding of what common sense actually means in life's upbringing. Some of these characters I have been pondering on are educators, to professionals awarded with certification by highly respectable institution in their field of expertise. This indicate how fragile the future can be with the next generation of undertaker. All this does make me appreciate how god actually design human life to end, for nothing could live forever is a blessing from all mighty one himself.

Writing is life ...

Every word I breathe here is alive to me. I don't, and won't be able to know how, or what others feel about theirs, but that's how I feel now of what is written here. In itself, they're life on their own. These words are never mine to be control after setting them free into the world. Here seated, sweating in a hot room, feeling tense for not knowing the next sentence. It might spur out from nowhere surprising me. The sound of whirring machine dispersing fragrance into the humid air, located on the floor beside me. The calm, almost haunting silence of the night, make me wonder what else is out there lingering in the darkness, under the bright and big full round moon, almost hidden by thick cloud. There is more playing around, among themselves inside my mind. Running aimlessly, untroubled of its existence. Nothing can stop them from finding amusement, making a carnival of my mind. Is my dark thoughts a crime? Would dark, and twisted entertainment become an ultimate vice to destroy human species? Wiping them out from existence. What if our thoughts is not ours to own, and publicly available for others to purchase commercially like those products advertised on TV, readily available on the store shelf? What if, what if, and there's more what if; ending with a big IF! Life is a big story we made of ourselves in the world we bind together for amusement.

Drive my car ...

Haruki Murakami short story co-written and directed by Ryusuke Hamaguchi. The film director have done the movie in such a way I have understand how Haruki Murakami novel has always been for me. Those who find storyline is important would enjoy this film. I enjoyed it. Well done.

Be dumb and dumber ...

People always assume they know best in groups and crowds. I am really not into that frame of understanding. In most case I think the opposite of that. Groups or crowds can be motivational, but usually, and almost never responsible of collateral damages. It's well practice in most political agenda as a game plan. Winning ain't everything. What comes after the win that make everything. Covid ain't going anywhere, anytime soon. It will be here for as long as it takes to educate the herd fairly. The Justice Lady Blind does come to mind - blindfolded, holding a scale with one hand, and the sword with her other hand. Gonna have to hit the weights after this, will try going vegetarian for two days in a week. That should be good enough for not loosing the bulk I made this far. Maintenance is easier after building them. There was pain at the beginning, still is and then the gain. Life with no pain, there's no gain; that's the best game.

Just another note ...

I am more fluent in my hand writing now. That is good. This little notebook give me less space to scribble, but with an extra fine nib I am able to squeeze more character, or words. Some fountain pen nib can be quite broad when writing. Giving less space for hand written words on smaller sheet of paper. Less people at the food court for breakfast today. Not that I ever care, or even want to care, but it is much comfortable to be doing my writing in this calm and quiet environment, than crowded with noisy people. The high infection rates of Covid-Omicron could be scaring people from going out to public places. Business need to become more reliable, than be seen raking in profit without concern for public safety. They need to brag less, work harder to stop the spread of Covid. This will gain public confidence to frequent their establishment.

Heartache, headache and every aching pain ...

I just could not wrap my head around Covid-Omicron symptoms, such like having headache and backache. They are very common, and I mean very common health problems among everyday people. I personally would get a headache, and backache after sitting out the long, and horrify traffic condition for hours in the city, and this is happening everyday. Maybe loud and endless blaring car horns is contagious, and the real culprit responsible for spreading Covid-Omicron variant disease is them. Covid-Omicron virus is not only airborne transmissible, but "noise-borne" transmissible too; because I am getting unbearable painful headache from it. On top of all that aching pain, I have to take self Covid test daily after every bad city traffic experience. Now I am having financial ache from buying and stocking up boxes of Covid self test kit. Covid is definitely very contagious. Believe it or not, my whole life is aching from Covid problems.

Outside myself ...

My writing day outside in public. A quite morning, without much customer around the mall's food court. So, the calmness is nice for me to concentrate jotting down these few words. The light shinning from the top of me is glaring. Sitting a few table away is a young chap wearing an earthly brown color t-shirt. He is most probably having his breakfast purchased from outside of this food court. I am guessing it is the popular food among the local in the morning's breakfast, and evening's tea break. That would be the traditional coconut milk rice, with fried chicken, garnish with sweet and spicy chilly sauce mix in crunchy fried anchovies. He seem very satisfy with his meal when walking pass me going towards to the public wash area. He clean himself up and left for work after doing so. Whatever written here seems good enough for today's observation, and this copy will be edited on my computer later in the day.

It's what it's ...

Only the light shining on this paper written of words. The computer has not been switch on - not yet. No electronic gadget is around grieving for me. I remembered it is as simple as once it use to be for me in my younger days. My attention is only mine alone. That's how simple it is to write. Words are only words here; me and them. Nothing distracting us. Does feel free. Less is definitely more these days. Privacy is pristine here and now. The world is left out of this moment. I have no care of what's happening to the world out there. Who I am is what I am in these hand written words - it's what it's.

Just a day ...

And so I skip a day not being able to write a note of words. It was yesterday, a hectic Saturday on the 12th February, 2022. In fact, every Saturday I would wake up early before dawn, got myself exhausted and end up too lazy to think. Well, that day itself became my opening set of words for today's write up. I find it hard to make promises I wouldn't break, and that's what I did in the end - break it. Kudos to myself. Not everything turn out to be a disappointment all the time. I manage getting myself a bottle of 31 ml of black Lamy ink. I was thinking of it a few days ago. Haven't try it out yet. Hopefully I am right about it. About not drying up my pen nib when left disuse for a long period of time. Sunday always a chore day for me, has and always will, but I seems much comfortable spending time writing a note for myself here now than yesterday. Maybe, I should start practicing carrying a notebook, together with a pen on me at all times when outside running around doing whatever I am doing. Just nice ending here for today's note of hand written words.