Dear Diary
pray tell, what kind of a writer misses her monthly deadline and needs her faithful readers to remind her to write?
I think you have are looking at the accused in the face. *Guilty as charged*
I cannot even think what I am busy with. Forex trading? Articles for magazines? Work? Night class and its barrage of assisgnments? Moonlight property agent-ing? Working on my novel? Reading one of the many books I bought? Yoga? Consorting with the ......?
Maybe all of the above. Maybe none. But there sure was a social animal lurking about somewhere out there. Dinners with doctors, lawyers, the usual friends.... surprisingly I kept shopping to a minimum. Then there is the month-end short beach trip that I am psyched up for. Think Javanese massages. Think reading a good novel by the beach. Think worry-free hours, staring at the clear cyan waters.
Life is a funny subject sometimes. You get people going fanatic about it, about how important it is to live out every single second and minute as though this were their last moments.... filling it with events, dates, whatnot. You get people working till their last breaths and not knowing where that pretty lump of cash sitting in their banks went to.... and you get people hating every second of life, eventually ending it or enduring it (should they be too cowardly to end it themselves.
To my utter disappointment, the H1N1 influenza took far too few lives. Call me a sadist, but I believe that pandemic, epidermic, natural catastrophies are here to help reduce population without mankind taking the blame for such a necessary extermination. I am not an Earth fanatic - in fact, I do feel for mankind, sometimes - but the causation of Mother Earth's insufferable life is but the greatest sin of all.
And such a responsibility is only fair for mankind to bear, since they take all of Earth's pleasures, giving little in return.
In this entry, I amaze myself by sounding so cold-blooded.
But I guess, I was never warm to begin with...
Cheerios, mon cheries. Till I next return.... for July's entry. Just a belated Happy July 4th to all of you sweetpies out there.
And aye, the Man in the Mirror gone too soon. What a waste of talent.
