i woke up with the sun's rays beaming on my face. the stillness of the afternoon numbs my skin and the silence is deafening. my windows were covered in a blanket placed over the already thick curtains but still the sun managed to peek in through the small spaces on each side where the curtain tips meet the wall.

i tried to face the other way but the light reflects on my white walls and tiled floor. i tried to look at my lone wall of blue but as it is where i shelve my books, i had the urge to pick up one and want to read.

so i stood up and searched for the novel that i have yet to finish. but to my dismay, i forgot that i left it at work. ah! work... alas! i need to go to work in 4 hours.

but then i still won't be able to read the book that i fancy.


and now i find myself writing another blog and creating another email to be able to open another blogger account. it seems that people i knew in real life end up finding out my other blogs or i had to betray my own reason why i created a blog in the first place ~ to express my creativity away from my real life. away from the mundane monotony of my daily life. and yet i somehow end up telling a friend or two or showing it to my lover, if not discovered by accident from a book review i wrote and carelessly mentioned the book to him. but who knew that such a book was so rare it turned out that i was the only one who wrote any entry about it over when searched through google?

so let us see in the next days or weeks or months... hopefully i'll maintain this one over the rest of my defunct blogs. why start one now again? maybe because i see that people are more into social networks and blogs are slowly becoming a place for those who really read and write. the boom of tons of ads and spamming blogs have passed, i guess. lets just hope that blogger doesn't die down. i need to write somewhere. i need to be myself without anyone pre-judging me because they 'already knew me'.

no, this is not a betrayal to my lover who is also my best friend. i hope if he ends up finding this again that he won't get sad that i have kept this from him for a long (or short) period of time. instead see me in a new light. or whoever ends up reading this and knows me in the 'real walking life'.

this is my new challenge. this is my new venue. this is my new home. welcome to my twisted thoughts.