writing again and again  

georgina666 36F
421 posts
7/26/2005 4:15 am

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

writing again and again


sitting in front of the computer, my long slender fingers begin to type once again but sadly, the writer's mind seemed blocked. i realized a double posting occured, hence i decided to edit one of the double posts because i just dislike seeing a double of the previous posting. i felt as though i saw a doppelganger...it must be the technical error on AdultFriendFinder's side because as blocked as i am mentally, my brain is still functioning well, and so are my fingers. i would not have clicked "UPDATE" twice, trust me on this. several bloggers encountered the same problem with double posting as well so i guess i am not the only weird one. oh yes, paranoia striking again

perhaps the most "interesting" event that has been going on in my life for the past week is work. i have a vague memory of my routine life which i don't dread that much really, it's just the part where i have to crawl out of bed in the morning to get ready in time for work is the one i dread. so far, there is no cure for over sleeping and beating the jam is simply mission impossible. i feel worse than a drunkard when i arrive at the office, scurrying into my "workhole" like a mouse on the lookout of the cat. oh, and not to mention my regular whine about my catastrophic wardrobe state. it was only this morning that i felt like ripping off the curtain from its rail and drape it around me rather than to go through the "dead bodies" hung in my closet.

i admit that i am not a morning person but the strange part is i am the liveliest one in the office every morning. with my broad smile, i have always been generous with my "good morning" greetings so far. as long as i can drag myself out of bed, wash up and put on something clean and crisp, that'll make my day. come evening, when it is time to call it a day, again i am equally generous with "good bye" bids.

and when on the road, the only thing which i am grateful for alongside with the air-condition working, not getting killed while speeding, no sudden road rage from some unsuspecting loser, is the car stereo. cannot imgaine driving without the radio or music, simply any melodic sound just to ease the battered soul fighting the traffic crawl. there are bad mornings but it'll only take Hoobastanks's "The Reason" or Keane's "Somewhere only we know" to soothe my soul. never knew that music could really heal the soul, but as of late, it has been tried, tested, and proven to be effective on me, at the very least.

days are flying by so quickly and yet life remains the same that sometimes i dread waking up one fine morning, only to realize that my life stinks and i have nothing to hang on to. well, with sanity being at high risk toppling over the edge, what else is there to life? no, i don't have family history of mental illness and neither am i mad, it's just that sometimes my mind is flooded with so many thoughts, more questions than answers that life seemed so superficial at times. i am rambling about something funny again you reckon? i guess so...i am having communication problem because the brain is not transmitting the correct usage of words or writing style to the mind while the fingers rest on the keyboard, waiting to add more strokes...

eternal1969 47M
1634 posts
7/26/2005 10:31 pm

Well my dear, I think your writing block could have stem from the massive slaughter of brain cells from the dreaded disease called work. I would recommend a strong dosage of drinks, good company and lots of laughter to treat the hangovers.


georgina666 36F

7/27/2005 4:21 am

well, work is the universal punching bag when everything seems wrong. but what i reckon the strangest is that when i am in the midst of concentrating at work, it is during that time that i'll have the urge to write because my writing ideas will be flashing every now and then.

so you see, it's like having the urge to make love in the midst of the funeral service...and i happened to be the priest


rm_TopsyTurvy69 52M
47 posts
7/27/2005 10:38 pm

Love your funeral priest with a carnal twist! ( in spasm...)
The curtain thingy... u're teasing, right?
Never leave home without a note pad, never let slip an idea that begs 2 b exploitated.
Why bother w focussing on 1 article at a time when u hav de capacity 2 attempt several in 1 go? Manage de Chaos, not complaining about it.
Your garden is WILD, UNKEPT, dat's its charm.


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