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Was not in the mood

for blogging. Don't know but my mood was a little bit depressed. Probably because I found that I can't seem to breath going through the difficult project been assigned to me. But LETS (with a hysterical note) forget that for a moment, ok! So at the moment, I am listening to Devics which is always good at soothing me or lulling me to sleep. And do you know that Devics is considered as a dream pop group. Awesome genre. If I ever would fall in love with a group, the group SHOULD fall into a dream pop genre. Just seems apt. 

Oh, I started a story about a tiny man living in a hole, and so far he still lived in a hole because I only got to one paragraph. I have no idea where the story will lead to or if it will ever continue. 

I am always making stories in my head , very rarely it made it to paper because I just have too many damn interests including laziness occupying my time. Sometimes, I paused the story in my head and the characters will tap their feet waiting for me to remember them. Then after a time, when I am beginning to forget them, they will turn hazy and are lost wandering the land of Nothing-Absolutely-At-All-Is-Happening-To-Me. Then I too get stuck in that land. Which then I meet these characters again and they begin to tell their stories again. If I am feeling generous I will fabricate them a hasty ending. Some does not seems satisfied on the ending being given to them, but away they goes. Some, got lost so long forgot their stories and disappear as a mist of whispered words and promises of a rebirth in another character.

Ah, such is the life of an imaginary character living in my head. 

I think tomorrow I will put up a post with pics! I think!



Comments

Taqiyuddin said…
prolly there's a shelf on the dream king's untold stories library section dedicated for you.
Dils said…
that section would probably be wobbly, hazy and only appear to the owner eyes.
taking a week of blogging usually recharge my batteries

i then write new ideas in A4 pad old skoll style

for some reason when writing it down idea mencurah unlike typing

maybe because i type faster. when write slower rasa macam "damn kena laju sial type otherwise idea terlupa"

weird logic but that works
Dils said…
hoho, usually what i wrote down is just silly stories.

For blogging, is just random shits passing through. Now that shit is blocked too. Hehe

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