It's possibly the thing with having no work that makes me a bit sentimental nowadays (read--> sister: blech) or is it just that I am innately sentimental myself that I needed no "prodding" to get in touch with my inner moody alter ego (read--> me:puke)
But whatever it is that made me turn into the PC and have my lit self flaring, thank you very much. Hallelujah! I have not written anything since ages and I must admit it is not because of lack of anything to say; I do have lots to say to lots of things but just lack the initiative to do so. But anyhow, I am back (hopefully) and ready to kick it again. But now to business...
I am once again jobless (read--> mom: get the hell out of here!). Haha! Somehow, no matter how excited I was in every start, I always find a reason to leave. Escape artist? Perhaps.
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The early demise of the actor AJ Perez made me wonder: what the hell am I doing in my life. I will not go on pretending that I have lots to say about the above actor--him being a good person blah blah blah. I hardly know him and to be honest I think the whole thing was blown up that I guess his passing was turned into something commercial that I felt some sympathy to his poor soul. Why can't he just rest in peace? But anyway, this isn't about him or my stupid opinion about his death so..
Well, if you could easily snuff out of it like in a bat of an eyelid, you will cherish every second of your life. But what the fuck am I doing leaping from job to job? Am I destined to flail ungracefully? Is this something that builds up into high crescendo where everything blows up to my face and I cannot know what had hit me? And before I can say 'Crap', it's all gone. Nada.
Perhaps floating in space is hell lot more acceptable than to wander penniless in the streets, eh?
