Deadlines, deadlines.

Strangely enough, I don’t feel compelled to blog right now, but I feel I have to at least jot down something.

I’ve two articles I need to finish by early January, one of which requires research on the subject of “skydiving”. It apparently needs pictures and an interview with someone related to the field - like a real journalist, I guess - and it being an interesting subject sounds really fun to research about.

I’m kinda out of mood to write for iPLAY but I’ve to persevere, and maintain the same quality that readers, if there are any, and my editors expect. To be honest, the early prospect of writing game guides has soon dissipated from an excited fury to a dreary routine. The idea of getting paid by writing keeps me going on though.

Now I know how deadlines could really suck the life force outta you.

I don’t know if I’m a “change” person, as in, loving every single changes made to your life. I adapt easily to changes, but certain changes, like being in a whole new environment might take time to digest.

I try to keep myself from writing horrible melodrama like “I’m feeling lonely” and shit like that, but if that’s what I’m truly feeling, and not writing because I want to invoke mass sympathy, why can’t I? I don’t think I need to conform to what people want to read online -- all the drama, sex, and lies.

A short pantun, poem, whatchamacallit.

If Helen’s face could launch a thousand ships,
What are the faces that could stop them?
If months and years are needed to build ‘ships,
What finishing words could destroy them?