Down But Not Out

I've reached a point where I might as well stop writing. Unveiling The Unspoken, except the family post, were total failures. Language; style; substance, everything was just on par - or if you're audacious enough, to you the writing may be even below average. So I shall now stop being cleverly dumb and do justice by giving back the word "blogging" its basic purpose it's created for:

Today I woke up at 7:15 am. As I'm a hardworking person, I got my business started right away. Unlike modern trades that have risks of economic downturns and bad decision making, my business is risk-free. And I would earn, bearing no excessive liquidity absorption, satisfying profits everyday. Just two or three "plops" down the drain then it's good enough to close shop with a flush.

Then I had Munchy's OatKrunch biscuits for breakfast. Believe it or not, I can't tell you what flavour I had because I don't know. My servant would choose a pack, break the biscuits into smaller pieces and I would put them in my mouth without me realising they're biscuits. Reminds me of how lives are lived by world's ideals, not ours. But don't worry, as promised, I won't go there and be profoundly stupid.

After that, I transfered all my family files from an external hard disk into my home laptop. Yesterday it was upgraded to Windows 7 and although it's stated that files will not be erased in an upgrade, I cleared the laptop anyhow to speed up the upgrade process. "Allow up to 4 hours to complete..." says the manual but luckily for me it was faster. Design wise, it's slightly better than Vista and the On-Screen Keyboard looks classy.

At 10:30 am, after I finished transferring the files, I went to bed and took a rest. Taking a rest at that hour means I'm not well. And being sick is a sign of being sicker (excuse me). Now don't panic. Thank God, though the virus have broken my first line of defense (Bio students, refresh), I felt that my second and third line are strong enough to fend them off. So U6A1, if you read this today and don't see me tomorrow, I'm taking another day or two of rest. Not serious. Just want to be fully-charged.

Then at late evening, lying on my bed, I uncaged my wild mind again. I thought how good I wanted Mistletoe to be but it turned out bad. I thought my readers would be so drawn in that they would turn the comment box into a forum but it ended up having me staring at Blogger's most despicable grammar mistake - "0 Comments." Maybe Blogger didn't think of losers like me. So will stop I writing? Will I end Mistletoe? "Who cares?" you ask. "It doesn't matter to me whether you want to continue to be a miserable writer," you say.

Well, forget about no readers. Forget about boring writing. Push away "hype not sustained" and "lacks prevailing theme" and "has no soul." I AM GOING TO MAKE MISTLETOE A STORY THAT SETS MY WRITING STYLE. If The Alchemist is Paolo Coelho's; if The Kite Runner is Khaled Hosseini's; if Harry Potter is J.K. Rowling's; then Mistletoe is mine, and mine alone. Sinclair Lewis puts it nicely, "It is impossible to discourage the real writers. They don't give a damn what you say. They are going to write."

So there you have it, my mundane report of my routine life, the fundamental reason blogging is about. School reopens tomorrow and even before assignments and homework start pouring in, I already have news about the timetable. Maths students - depending on which teacher you prefer - it can be good or bad. But for me, whoever and whatever it is, it's a challenge. A challenge that even now I start to fret. I've not had a splendid end to my holidays. Everything's down. But I'm not out......and defeat shall be my adversaries' destiny.