Blink

Dreaming. Still.

Will have something very tangible very soon.

That's one too many use of the word 'very' in one sentence.

Is it?

Optimism is the breeding ground of disappointment. Yet we persist on being hopeful. Is it because we are stubborn? Or plainly the case of absence of suitable alternatives?

Tenacity

Homecoming dinner at Dusit hosted by the airline executives we were collaborating with for a co-branding feature went very well. Despite my initial anxieties no glitch ensued, which made us exhale, relax and enjoyed the food and conversation. Post dinner I had a talk with a close friend and the ongoing shit we are all raking in at work, and our respective personal lives. We remain optimistic however. Weary, beaten, but refusing to give up. Stubborn as hell. That's us.

Seething Summer

SUMMER IS UPON US, seething, hissing, like a smug bully who wants his presence known. Pavements crack, desires simmer, and it awakens my dormant inclinations to wander into far off places, away from the madness of hot concrete and steaming streets.

A weekend getaway is in order. But where?

Insomnia Begets Bloggorhea

SLEEP SHOULDN'T BE A PROBLEM BUT IT IS. The lack of it. Never getting enough of it. Or, if you are like me, typing this first blog entry while a huge fraction of the humanity is wedged in dreams and nightmares. This is when insomnia justifies the excuse to bake yet another blog: Words are our only true abundance. Yet we choose to remain ignorance to their worth, the degree of their wounds. Not much different from swimming in a crowded street and not really see anyone. So we withhold our phrases, edit our sentences, and in a sad routine of paranoia, suspend ourselves in silence.

How can anyone be so selfish?