Doing Nothing All Day & Being A Potato

I absolutely did not do much today. I mean I am in Houston now and should be going out and doing stuff. But I just do not feel like moving somedays and just want to laze around and be a couch potate. And did is just what I did. Watched a football match at home, then watched a Hindi movie called the Chennai Express. It was quite cheezy and all, but it was alright. Shah Rukh Khan movies are generally alright. Then watched Breaking Bad, watched about 5 episodes. Needed to pull myself away from watch too much of it. And we also watched a tv comedy introduced by my sister Lydia called Fresh Off the Boat which is about an Asian family moving to America and starting lives here. It is quite funny and good. Many things they talk about I can relate to with Asian culture, but it doesn't make it any less cringe-worthy though. We also just started the new trial of Netflix. It's pretty good. For just 9-10 dollars, I guess you get a lot of good quality entertainment.

I know what I write here is pretty mundane. I guess my life is just pretty mundane. But writing is writing. And better writing something, than not writing at all. Even if I have no inspiration now, and my thoughts are all over the place. I feel slowly but surely I will get my writing rhythm back again, and maybe I will find my inspiration. Even if not though a natural discourse, I feel writing here is an indication of my will to get back into writing and tapping back into my creativity.

Anyways, I just downloaded a book by Haruki Murakami whomy wife said is pretty good. I will give it a read on my Kindle. The book is Underground. No idea what it is about...

Neglected Blog

I really have been neglecting my blog for a long, long time. It is true I have been really busy. A lot has happened and I feel that my life is just passing me by. In the period I have not been blogging much, I have come out to work in industry, I have gotten married, and I am still doing my PhD. Also, I just recently moved halfway across the world to a very different environment. It has definitely been a struggle settling in.

Of course it is fully justifiable that I say I am busy and have no time to write. But then again I have always said to myself, writing is my passion. I love working on my imagination and telling stories. So why make excuses rather than just write? There is no meaning to all this busi-ness if it just gets in the way of my life's one true passion. I guess one makes time to write, if it is important (and if it is your so-called passion). I have therefore decided that I should try to write more. Maybe try to write every day here now.

I know my writing might not be the best, but that is not the point. If you love something you do it. As I write this, I find it extremely ironic, that my so-called passion is something that I have already neglected for a very, very long time (in the past few years). What have I been spending my time doing? Working, working very hard to make a 'living'. But this is not living, I feel pain in my heard every day because I am so busy. And busy for what? There seems to be no reason for me feeling like this but my own actions (or inaction) for doing what I actually love. There are a lot of important things in life, and I can fill my time endlessly with such great entertainment. I just need focus, to figure out what I feel is most important and work on those. So I will write. Write more, and connect with my passions once again...There is always this little voice inside my head that says I am not good enough. But I will try not to listen, and just do what I need to do. Write. Write some more...