Cheers

ps: Sequel Article to the earlier “Hate is our map” article.

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Ok ok,

You guys know the one-liners said by famous people and quoted not so famous people. The kind that appears on the bottom of every page in your diary, and also in the inspirational office posters?

Well, i have a list of a few proverbs which actually contradict each other. I have compiled them together and call them counter-verbs. So the next time you want to send a card to tell someone what an ass they have been, you can use counter-verbs.

Actions speak louder than words.

The pen is mightier than the sword.

Look before you leap.

He who hesitates is lost.

Many hands make light work.

Too many cooks spoil the broth.

Clothes make the man.

Don’t judge a book by its cover.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Better safe than sorry.

The bigger, the better.

The best things come in small packages.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Out of sight, out of mind.

What will be, will be.

Life is what you make it.

With age comes wisdom.

Out of the mouths of babes come all wise sayings.

The more, the merrier.

Two’s company; three’s a crowd.

Cheers

ps: Hey, i was bored and didnt know what to do!

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Cheers

ps: Plagiarism is worse than being a whore. All rights reserved.

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Cheers

ps: Dedicated to the “Lost War” in Iraqi soil.

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Ok ok,

Somewhere in cyberspace, there is a post floating around. The only problem is, I cannot find it. Set up last night as a draft, then accessed this morning, the “Publish” button must have thought it was not worth cluttering up this space. Hard on my pride, but perhaps not so far wrong.

It is a strange thing, this compulsion to write, with the vague hope that somebody might actually care enough to read it. It is even more strange typing without a word-processing program (this is not my own computer and lacks the tools I take for granted, a rather outdated laptop here). I can’t spell-check and don’t even have a dictionary close. How do people function without dictionaries? The spell-check feature is a handy tool, but only a tool. A dictionary is almost like another limb. I feel handicapped without it.

I’m always struck by the wonder of creating with words. Poetry feeds some deep soul-hunger in me. Whether I am reading or writing it. I also delight in a wide range of prose. I wish there were 25hrs a day. An extra hour put to good use writing articles. What a privilege!

Cheers

ps: 2 Mins of 25th hour will be spent remembering Rene Zellweger jokes – Family Guy.

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Cheers

ps: This article received a NC16 rating from the local administration.

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Ok ok,

I have Writer’s Block. I hate Writer’s Block.

I sit staring at the blank screen, and staring, and staring. Nothing. I have nothing to talk about. Zilch. Zero. Urangumbothu sinthanaigal ariviyaa kottuthu, anaal athai eluthaa ninakumbothu vaarthaigal vara marukkuthu.

A massive writer’s block, like an arctic cold front, has frozen all creativity. My fountain of ideas is a block of ice. I shiver. Why, oh why, do i even bother to write? Perhaps I feel desperate if i don’t. Perhaps i would feel empty.

Well, I’ll just checked my e-mail. Hum, cheap drugs, cheap stock options on a gold mines, cheap Rolex reproductions. An invitation to collect my few million bucks that i have acquired from some dead and rich guy. Some Invitations to look at friendly looking women with very little to pass of as clothes and really huge …… erm .. smiles. Perhaps i should stop writing and go filter my inbox.

Ok, back to the grind. A blank screen. What gave me the idea I could write, anyway? Why didn’t I take up knitting or cooking exotic snail dishes or painting miniature pyramids on bottle caps? Perhaps i should stop at this point and start getting educated on a niche skill.

No use sitting here biting my lips. I’ll work on another article already in process, or maybe start modifying some of my more better written articles and attempt a re-release as an encore publication. That should un-thaw my idea bank.

Ah, that’s better. An article already roughed out. But as I scroll through the story, a terrible truth dawns. The main character is in the gray area and the leading lady is being unfaithful. It’s appalling. I darken the first two paragraphs and hit the delete button. Better to restore and come back another day then write a bad story and get thrashed by the multitudes of anonymous surfers who question my motives and articles with vicious taunting. Perhaps i should stop now, and start investigating the identity of these anonymous surfers and the reason for their loathe.

A cup of coffee, that’s what I need. So I measure out the coffee in excess to make it strong, pour in the water, flip the switch and pace up and down until I hear the beep to tell me it’s ready. Dang, the damn thing is not working. Seems like the filter needs a good cleaning. I’ll just have to make coffee the good old way. Perhaps i can stop writing and fix the coffee machine.

Back in my office I set down my steaming mug and stare again at the screen. Take a sip and stare. Download more nifty add-ons for my phenomenal Firefox browser, which kicks IE’s ass to the highway. And stare some more. Take a long slurp and turn my attention to realigning my stapler, flicking some dust off my keyboard, and checking the calendar. I realize i have yet to do that server statistics summary my boss has been asking. Maybe i should stop writing and start doing some real work. Yeah, right. Wishful thinking.

Obviously, coffee won’t do it. I’ll just check my e-mail again. Might be some new messages. No? Maybe I need a run or maybe a lone walk in the rain to do some soul-searching. I have been dishing out soul searching advices, perhaps its about time i listened to myself. I could go on a lofty quest to search for my angel with wings. That should consume me till the end of my days. Not yet, i decide. Besides, i’m too lazy to get any real work done.

I decide to end posting articles for good and shout down my site. Its not like its raking in millions. In fact, i’m running it at a loss anyway.

Much later, I sit and stare again at a blank screen. Better check the e-mail. What’s this? A note. “Your last article sucked real bad, i’m awaiting your next crappy piece”. A comment from an anonymous reader it seems. Well, maybe I’ll keep writing after all, but I think i better stop for now. Whoever could have thought a simple writer’s block could uncover the multitude of things that i need to do to patch my life.

I have Writer’s Block. I hate Writer’s Block.

Cheers.

ps: I don’t receive Porn Spam in my mail anymore.

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