thoughts escaping my mind
I can find all the excuses in the world to explain why I’ve not been keeping fit. Too busy. Too much work.
How about: Too lazy?
That’s probably the most truthful.
When I was surfing instead of being too busy doing work or instead of taking the time out to get in a bit of a walk, I found a link to this website: One Hundred Push Ups.
I took a look and I was hooked.
Well, after many years of consideration, I finally did it. I invested in my new toy, the Bosch GSR 10.8 V-LI. $110.21 out of my pocket and into those of Teck Cheong Hardware. FYI, the same at Home Fix, is $120.
Okay, there are a lot of ways to tie a knot, but this is more for me so I don’t forget how I tie a knot that I like.
A good knot, my cousin once told me, will never unravel but is easy to take out. As a sailor, he should know a thing or two about knots.
For the benefit of my curious friend – maybe even friends – I shall describe the steps used to make my tilt shift lens ver 2.
… hard to photograph.
After Clean Up Phase One more than three weeks ago, I decided to give my balcony and one wall in my room a new coat of paint. Continue reading “Clean Up Phase Two: New coat of paint”
After struggling to finish draft one of a new comedy I’m writing, I decided I need to do something about the layout of my bedroom.
I have my office right in my bedroom. I know, I know, home offices should not be in one’s bedroom, it’s not professional, there’s no separation of sleep-related activity and work-related activity. But I’m not so lucky to have two rooms to do that. So it’ll have to do. Continue reading “Clean Up Phase One”
Why blog?
What do I have to say that’s so different than what a million other people have already done for many years?
Probably nothing.
So why?
It seemed that before I setup this blog, messed around with the template that I had something to say. Then now it’s all done, it appears I’ve nothing to say.
Maybe I’m being held back now because my name’s on this, someone, somewhere out there will want to track what I say and use it against me one day.
Then why go on?
Maybe I’m attempting to elevate my life from nothing-ness to nothing-ness on an international platform.
Maybe it’s because I thought I could give air to anything I wanted to talk about. But who’d want to read it? If anybody did, I’d be a journalist.
Maybe it’s just to stake out a little hard disk on cyberspace.
Just to prop me up on a little soapbox.
And yell, hey, I’m here! I exist.
Because sometimes, I myself forget.