Kite Flying

To tell you frankly I don't really have the nerve or the right mood to blog today. However I will post this image made of INKBLOT once again just to have something of a representation for the meantime. For all the blog entries that I read today...this is my reply to them. An inkblot! Maybe by focusing their eyes on it they will know what I have in mind.

I should be writing more blogs just like the other bloggers here in the Blogosphere. Some of the blog everyday non-stop. Each one responds as each one opposed, contradicts and end up a loser. Sometimes several of them will claim they are the winners. But where are their winnings? What they really win? Is it monetary? Prestige or admiration? Gifts or under the table winnings? I don't have any idea. Everyone has the right to guess anyway. You can think of anything that makes you a winner. Then later on realizing you are just fooling yourself.

FLY A KITE! Have you been flying kite lately? If the weather cooperates why not? Oopss si daisy. Why the word "weather" again? I once read on another blog that guy hates the word "weather." Uhm, what's another term for weather? Climate? Environment condition whether the temperature outside is temperate, hot or cold. The meteorologist should inform us that it's already spring and summer is over. Waiting for that most awaited $3,000 takes a long time and the school starts in September. I already changed the season into WINTER> SPRING>SUMMER>SPRING>AUTUMN>WINTER>SPRING>SUMMER> and it's already SPRING. FALL? I prefer Autumn.

On kite flying. I was busy at work like no one can stop me from what I was doing not even the noise that my co-workers are doing. They were noisy to the point that you can kick them out of the building. Their noise and additional noise from the TV and the many channels of wind that's hovering up there in the sky. They cannot hear what I'm hearing because they are too deaf. They have so much wax in their ears I think. Yeah maybe they were from the House of Wx. However my patience and sense of perception to their loud grinding of stuff is like hearing the loud suffocating noise at the saw mill. But where's the mill? Then suddenly something has tip me right there on my brainwaves that there is something that I need to find out. I left the building. I left what I'm doing. On the way home my eyes widened when I saw my kids flying their kites closer to the electric lines. I was shocked. Where are the people who should look after them? I asked them to look after my kids while I was away. But where are they at that moment? I called my kids inside the house right away. I was of course mad as hell. Great! Reminds me of Benjamin flying a kite with a key. I lost half of my day's wages that day including the source of my employment the next day after that but I don't like losing my kids.