The Word of The Deranged Writer

No, I’m not a long-time fan of Michael Jackson and his works. But yeah, I had a brief run of enjoying his music too much when I was a little boy just like what I had for the Spice Girls (shut up). And the sad news of his passing just before his last set of concerts were heart-breaking for me. I saw the news on a morning show, then I almost cried over my cereal bowl.

His music has been and  will always be a staple of my childhood story. From the creepy “Thriller“, to the aggressively-passionate “You Rock My World“, those songs not became very successful, it has made a mark in the music industry and to everyone’s minds and hearts, including mine. His dark-themed music videos made with awesome music, theatrics, special effects, and dances (which were frequently aired during that time) inspired me a lot, too. It’s like Jackson propelled me to a whole new level of “creative” when I thought The Undertaker was just the only celebrity I respect idolize at my younger days. He’s that influential in my opinion.

And to be honest, I want to have even just a percentage of his talent. I remember the time where I would try to do the moonwalk, then my ankle would hurt so bad, I can’t walk for a day. I also wanted duplicates of his military jackets and that military attire with golden ammunition belts strapped in an “X”.

Though my fandom didn’t last for long, I totally respect and appreciate him as an artist. As for his bad issues… No, those controversies who came in his way didn’t affect what I think and feel for the guy. No matter what happens, he will always be the reigning “King of Pop”. Not even his passing will.

In closing, let me show you my graphic tribute to the most successful pop artist ever. The quote is a line from one of his hits, “You are Not Alone”. One of my favorite MJ songs, and one of my favorites ever.

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During my first few months of blogging, an old blog buddy discussed about this particular month of the year where there are the most number of inactive blogs or lesser posts being served. They loved to call it “the June bug” (and I’ll be telling this term again without the quotation marks, for figurative speaking purposes).

As I look at my past 2 entries, I thought that if ever such the June bug actually exists, I would love to exterminate the damn thing for I’ve been writing more bullshit lately. But this thing called “writer’s block” happens to the best, worst and the ones between them. Everyone does. I’m not even that good at the craft, and yes, I’ve been a victim, and every now and then.

Actually, that June bug is not the only parasite to the creative mind. There’s one for July, August, September, whatever-month-motherfucker. The point is, this mind block happens most of the time. Now, I take that death wish for June bug back for I have to deal with the other mind blocking bugs of horror.

Anyway, why rant about it anyway, Writer? I just feel very disappointed with myself since I wanted to tell my daily stories here; it’s just that I don’t have enough ideas or I have too much of those but can’t seem to pick the first one to be shown (I am my own June bug after all? Nah, maybe I’m just that hooked on being a story teller, or maybe I’m one of the factors. Moving on…).

Somehow, I envy the likes of Neil Gaiman, among other walking story-telling machines walking around the globe. Brilliant, they are.

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I don’t know if this bothered feeling of not writing frequently made me feel sleepless these past few days. Or maybe surfing the Web too much. Or that one day of nonstop Coca-Cola gulping. Or maybe that “cold war” going on between me and my 2 closest friends in college. Whatever.

The bottom line is, I haven’t slept for an uninterrupted 8+ plus hours. And I’ve been like this for almost 3 days.

Here’s some nice photo to show you how sleepless I am.

Seriously, you don’t want to see an actual photo. You might faint due to my ugliness. Maybe if I’m that attractive like Wu Chun-attractive, I might post one. But reality bites…

Anyway, maybe it’s time to ask some tips from you, guys and girls. How would you deal with your insomnia? Tips, please?

Maybe I could try one of your tips and give you credit next time here on my blog. Not that mentioning you is like winning the Oscars or the Lakers winning the NBA Championship for the 246,433,411th time (Sorry, I don’t watch pro ball like those; not even our very own PBA), but what the fuck. Here’s your shot (?).

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Sorry for the lack of updates since I’m not sure which post drafts I’m going to publish first. Yeah, I’ve been working on them for a while, but I haven’t decided on the “showing” part. Some of them are, well, emotive, which I’m sure that will NOT surprise some of my friends reading this blog.

And a very short rant: Damn this growing wisdom tooth. Damn it!

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