To hell with the title.
That's what gets me stuck whenever I try to write. I spend a very long time just staring at the screen or at the paper trying to think of a good title for what I'm going to write. This blog is no exception. I must have spent over 20 minutes trying to come up with a flashy or catchy or relevant title.
Hahaha. Anyway, 2010 is here. Just a little over 24 hours ago I was cowering behind our front wall while rockets, star shells, and flares lit up the night, waiting for the stray bullet or errant rocket with my name on it to come and end my misery. No kidding. While there were less firecrackers in our area this year - this was the quietest New Year's Eve I've seen - what little there was was a little too much.
At least three rockets from our next door neighbors blew up prematurely within 10 meters from where I was standing. A fireworks launcher nearby misfired and sent shells into the house beside us and the street in front of us. I spent most of the time crouched down with only my head looking over the wall at the light show outside.
What a way to start the new year. Hahaha. About the only thing missing was the helmet, uniform, and the gun and I could be one of the soldiers in my computer games. Needless to say, the need to play Modern Warfare 2 at full volume died as the first misfired rocket blew up a few feet away from me.
2010-01. My first blog for the new year. I survived the festivities, and now I have a whole year ahead of me. 364 days more to live. 8736 more hours to spend at work, at play, doing nothing, procrastinating, sleeping, eating, writing, living.
It's the Year of the Tiger according to the Chinese (by February, at least) so this is my year. I don't intend to waste it.
That's what gets me stuck whenever I try to write. I spend a very long time just staring at the screen or at the paper trying to think of a good title for what I'm going to write. This blog is no exception. I must have spent over 20 minutes trying to come up with a flashy or catchy or relevant title.
Hahaha. Anyway, 2010 is here. Just a little over 24 hours ago I was cowering behind our front wall while rockets, star shells, and flares lit up the night, waiting for the stray bullet or errant rocket with my name on it to come and end my misery. No kidding. While there were less firecrackers in our area this year - this was the quietest New Year's Eve I've seen - what little there was was a little too much.
At least three rockets from our next door neighbors blew up prematurely within 10 meters from where I was standing. A fireworks launcher nearby misfired and sent shells into the house beside us and the street in front of us. I spent most of the time crouched down with only my head looking over the wall at the light show outside.
What a way to start the new year. Hahaha. About the only thing missing was the helmet, uniform, and the gun and I could be one of the soldiers in my computer games. Needless to say, the need to play Modern Warfare 2 at full volume died as the first misfired rocket blew up a few feet away from me.
2010-01. My first blog for the new year. I survived the festivities, and now I have a whole year ahead of me. 364 days more to live. 8736 more hours to spend at work, at play, doing nothing, procrastinating, sleeping, eating, writing, living.
It's the Year of the Tiger according to the Chinese (by February, at least) so this is my year. I don't intend to waste it.
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