Let’s clear the airways and throats of the obvious question; where the blazes have you been and what happened to the blog? ‘Nuff said, I went astray in life for some free willy, careless adventure into something less desired by all, to say the least. Anyway, let’s see what’s different (as per myself or the world I became for a moment sensible of the surroundings)…
Being human, I tend to err. In fact, I find myself in error most of the time, either with strangers or friends. Statistically though, I run afoul with friends and myself more than with people I don’t know. Probably this is a incurable defect in myself due to my incredibly small amygdala which is a part of the brain that controls human’s ability to socialise with others. Read the Star for a glimpse of this study.
Dear Friends and legions of fans of Teratak Anna Abadi,
In a few more postings, I believe EPI will be branded as the true source of gloom, doom and all manner of sadness in this world. It has been a vicious cycle for yours truly to be acquainted with some beautiful souls via the internet; never to meet in person but have so bonded in mutual bliss of enjoying what few simple pleasures life has to offer to those to sought it – only to have it ended without either one knowing it until it’s too late.
After several draft entries, I still couldn’t find the mood nor inspiration for yet another dabble of words and phrases. I will be taking my much needed rest for three days. Others in my office seem to get leaves hassle-free and as easy as an email. But for me, it’s just pure pain in the ass. I really beg your pardon friends for my unbecoming language here but I think I do indeed has earned the right to use such words here.
As I was surfing the interweb, my ears caught a sweet song being played from my MSI laptop via MS Windows Media Player (it’s the only reliable media player nowadays since RealPlayer and KM Player upgraded itself!). It was the humble and favoured Auld Lang Syne (ALS) song that is immune to the passing of time. It was however in the midi format i.e. the instrumentally cheapish sound that is akin to the sounds coming from a Chinese made plastic transistor radio. ALS is synonymous to the celebration of New Year mostly in the western hemisphere.
I write just because I want to practice writing in English and so that my grey matter is used once in awhile and keeping it nimble (you really want to this if you’re stuck in this oxymoronic place). In fact, as I have mentioned here and there, EPI is essentially a collection of my personal thoughts and life experiences for my own consumption. It’s an online mirror of my pastt self like your car’s rear mirror; to see if you hit something or did something wrong or you missed a turn etc.