Deserted

This blog is very much deserted.

And…..

Here Goes

I’m back!

Anyway, got to run. Bye!

Just kidding. Due to unavoidable circumstances, I can’t run even if I wanted to. I’m pretty much stuck in some remote location, with no means to go anywhere else, and not having my phone (or rather the contacts which were in it). But, I have the almighty Internet. What does a man do when he has nowhere to go and is left only with the Internet? - Blogging!…….. is the last thing I could think of. But considering I have exhausted all other means to keep myself occupied, and considering that I have been blogging as often as the Moon has been doing a full circle around the Earth, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to blog a bit.

I’m beginning to think that my blog’s URL is quite possibly the most personal information my blog has about… well… myself. Lots have happened in what has been about ten months of actual working life and experiences. Not all were good, but not all were bad. One thing’s for sure, they were all enlightening, to say the least. But I’ve written close to nothing about all the days that passed by. Time is always an issue, but if I really wanted to have written something - I could have. I just didn’t.

Unfortunately, I feel that I’m losing touch with some whom otherwise would have been in contact via blogging. The thing is, I’m don’t feel the need to chronicle my life’s events, and even if I did - it would be a one-way communication between myself and my unsurprisingly small numbers of readers. If I write with the aim to publish actual, practical information - I will not hesitate. But publishing my personal life’s events is perhaps… unnecessary.

For one, the Internet is a big place. I actually make an effort to ensure that my online presence is kept in check. I’m not paranoid, but having too much personal information freely available to anyone can be worrying. At the same time, I don’t want to keep myself off the radar entirely because, well, such information can actually be useful. Take Facebook for example, in terms of functionality - it’s top-notch. That’s a piece of brilliantly engineered application. But put it in the wrong hands (two pair of hands, in this case), it can be disastrous. Without elaborating further, I think you get my gist. It’s a razor-sharp double-edged sword.

I wasn’t intending to write anything about all that identity management… it just crossed my mind as I was trying to write up something out of nothing. Fortunately, I have not been involved in any cases of identity theft, yet. Thanks to a whole lot of very hardworking spiders on the net, you’ll be surprised how much Google knows about you. At least I was surprised how much it knew about me.

Enough of all those boring talk. Let’s move on to something more boring.

[I uploaded a picture but it's now gone and I'm too lazy to upload it again so just imagine there's a picture of a really desolate desert here]

Hello?

Month of Travel

I actually have quite a bit to say.

But I’m also too lazy to write it out.

And since I’m perpetually lazy, I’ll probably write a whole lot less.

But that doesn’t mean I have little to say.

Because I do, actually.

But that’ll have to wait, until I can get my fingers working.

Or you could always ask me, then I’ll have a reason to write.

As for now, I’ll soon be breaking the 2,000th kilometre mark.

On land. In a month.

Where did that come from

I’ve been doing reasonably fine recently, and to be honest I was beginning to enjoy how things were moving along. It even peaked at one point I daresay - something that I have not felt in a long, long time.

But out of nowhere, when I least expected it, I got a kick in the balls.

It makes me think that I’m in a big, bad joke and someone’s in the shadows waiting to pop up and shout GOTCHA. If I catch him, I swear I’ll kill him.

You don’t joke with these kind of things.

Feel 100%

Feel 100% is a romance comic from Hong Kong, and I finally had the chance to finish reading it.

The significance? The author took FIFTEEN years to complete 16 books. The last volume was out in June 2007, and I suppose it took a while to get to our shores, translated, censored and whatnot. A highly popular manhua in Hong Kong, it has been adapted into 4 movies and 1 TV series, way before the comic was actually completed.

Having just finished it, I was reminded why I zealously followed the series for a whole fifteen years. Because it’s that good.

Unlike other comics I’ve read, this series is relatively short. That said, it is also one of the most memorable one. The premise is simple - two best friends going after the same girl.

What sets it apart from other comics is that it everything is portrayed in a realistic manner, one that anyone could easily relate to. It’s not just the art - the characters, the settings, the events and most importantly - the emotions, are all believable. No fantasies. No live-happily-ever-afters. Just live. A very probable one.

So attached I was to the series and characters that I didn’t had a problem remembering what happened in the previous volume while I was reading the last one. The thing is, I read the second last volume years ago. I still remember how I was cursing the author as he made it a major cliffhanger. Having to wait years to find out the ending of a story that you’ve been following for a requires a lot of patience. A lot.

I read the last volume again. And again. And again. The ending was expected and unexpected at the same time. I expected something like that to happen, just not that way. I wouldn’t say it’s the best possible ending, but it’s an ending alright. Loose ends were tied up and fans (read: me) were satisfied (at least I was).

I still can’t get over it.

It had ended. But now I wish it hadn’t. But if it hadn’t, I’d wish it would. Gah I’m confused.

Under normal circumstances, I would insist that you go to your local book store and get the books but unless you’ve been following the series for at least a decade, I’d say tough luck. You might have just missed out on one of the best romance comics around.

Now excuse me while I go read Feel 100% again. From the beginning.