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I was googling my random googles when I remembered some of the reasons why this blog came into fruition and what I intended of it. I first started it as a place to type out my memories and small little bits of fiction. I remember who I was going out with at the time, too (but we shan't mention her). I remember starting this blog in Subang, and writing posts about my cat when I was a child and my love for Back to the Future. A while later and the blog was almost forgotten, until I started work at Grey. I looked up the blog account again, saw it was still active, and started writing again. I was pretty much inspired by Warren Ellis' blog, especially his comment on how he sticks whatever he comes across on the net or gets e-mailed on his blog, and how this all fuses into an idea for his writing. Being in a working environment, I kept getting mailed some incredibly weird shit, most of which ended up on the 'Shocking Asia' section of the blog. I then started using it to pimp out my gigs, bands and movies, occasionally writing my own personal thoughts and little snippets of ficiton wherever I saw fit. And then I started slowing down. Life, to me, seems to be lacking in focus at the moment. I find myself in a state where I even checked out 'Death Clock' to see when I'll most likely clock it (the answer is 2046, apparently. Even my date of death is movie related). I'm slowly pulling myself out of this, getting little nuggets of ideas to flesh out, but this lack of focus is killing me, making it harder and harder to be excited about life in general. My usual sarcasm, cynicism and impromptu randomness of my past entries is more and more lacking as time passes by. Sigh... I need a jolt. A thunderbolt. A big, fat kick up the back side. I need a push, a shove, some fire in the furnace. A tune-up, perhaps even an overhaul, a route on a map, a destination to get to. I need inspiration, motivation, aspirations and perspiration. I need a reason. Or maybe I just need a big, fat line of coke.
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