Back to My Little Woods

It’s 1:00 AM in the morning. I just opened my eyes as I went back from my wanderings in Dreamland to reality. My mind was still trying to unload the excess dreaminess carried over from Dreamland.

I hit the bathroom and splashed some water on my body, hoping to wake up my whole soul. How could someone remove this dreaminess after sleeping for 16 hours? Yes, I slept for 16 hours.

And I think, I am going back to Hibernation period… a period in a year that I usually sleep for very very long hours. I can sleep for the whole 24 hours.

Maybe I am just tired with the whole thing in life.

I may need a break. I need a vacation… somewhere far, somewhere I can find my little woods of joys!

As a grabbed a good mug of coffee, and sipped some of the highly concentrated caffeine liquid, I began to think about my life. Of things, I used to do but now ceased to do. Of little things I enjoyed but now somewhat forgotten. I feel like I am already one of those mundane things in this universe! I no longer differ! I no longer see the distinct me in this crowded world.

Maybe it is time for me to break from my usual routine… time for me to find something productive and worthwhile, something I will really do to secure my long-term happiness.

Maybe, going back to writing will provide me a little escapism, or a needed break.

Maybe, going back to solving problems will give me the joy I am looking for.

Maybe, spending more time on photography will show me more direction, more light in how I view life.

(As Time Goes By – Peggy Lee – on the background)

Oh well, I needed to start somewhere so I opened my blogs again and realized that I have not been writing for more than a year now (for some of my blogs more than 3 years already).

I used to write to express what I thought, as well as to exercise my command of English language. However, somewhere sometime I ceased to write.

How about going back?

Yes, I will go back to writing. But before that, I need to revisit my blogs.

(Every Little Bit Hurts – Peggy Lee – on the background)

THE CHILDREN OF MY MIND

The Seven of Nine

I opened this blog to jut down my thoughts on everything and anything. I had already several entries, almost 200 of them since 2006. This is not my first blog. The first was somewhere in the archive of Live Journal, the time when I was drowned by my thoughts on love and sentimentalism.

The Seven of Nine, should be my general blog, every though I may think of should go in that blog. It experienced the same fate as my other endeavours in life… it was stalled and became stagnant!

It needs to be reborn and I need to breathe life again to this.

But before that, it needs a new look!

Neelix’s Kitchen

It was created in 2007, a place where I can put the clamors of my tongue, the musings of my mind on food, and my expertise in the kitchen and table.

Oh well, it never really kicked off. I just had some few entries but never really wrote something worthwhile.

And now, I think it deserve another consideration because after-all I am an epicurean! A bulk portion of my salary goes to food! So, I think it also deserve some of my time just like how I give time to eating!

How about the look? Well for now, it works!

Enterprise

Yes, the name can tell everything about this blog. It is for my travels and exploration! Yes, it will tell everything about my escapade, my goal of stepping on all the 7,107 islands of the Philippines, my dreams of visiting all the wonders of the ancient world, my ambition of exploring the corners of the world and my childhood wish of exploring the Universe.

This is the place where I chronicle all of my travels. It should be the basket of my photos of the different views of the world and places.

But, this blog never really took off. Nothing happened to it for 4 hours. Created 4 years ago with no growth at all! That’s crap of me.

I travel a lot, so I guess it is just right for me to re-launch this site

Need to revamp the look as well.

So many things to fix, so many ideas to write, so many words to explore.

And not to mention thousand and thousand of pictures to upload.

It is just I am a lazy guy… who knows nothing but sleep and sleep and sleep.

It is better for me to convert those 16 sleeping hours into something productive and useful.

And I think of spending them in re-launching my blog sites!

It is time for me to go back to my little woods!

(At Last – Dianne Reeves Version – Closing Song)

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Seven of Nine

“We are the Borg. You will be assimilated. Resistance is futile.”

That’s what I used to believe. My life was devoid of emotion, of the so-called human sentimentalism – affection, romantic love, hatred, anger, hope and pain. I was Seven of Nine of the Tertiary Adjunct of Unimatrix Zero-One. My mind was programmed to follow the concise steps of mathematical logic geared to one goal as set by our Collective consciousness and that is to improve the quality of all species, to achieve perfect creation, the union of organic and inorganic, the fusion of life and non-life.

Now, they call me Annika, as I was first called by Capt. Janeway. They baptized me with that name after several regenerative processes I had undergone just to restore the humanity in me. For several years I had learned a lot about me, as a human being, as someone who is vulnerable to the effects of unstructured chemical reactions within my body. At first I thought I would be strong because of the shield I developed from my Borg’s life against emotions and irrational actions. But, I yielded to their cosmic strengths. I thought I would be happy that I became human being but now I regret it.

I loathe humanity.

They taught me to hate, to be pained, to get angry, to be stubborn, to be irrational, and to love. Chakotay is dead now, the only person who showed me the bright future of this species, who showed me that no matter what the universe is still beautiful. He is gone now and not here with me anymore. I am longing for his arms, his warmth, for his non-existence, had cast shadow in my existence. The sun is no longer there and I am cold.

I loathe humanity for letting me to know all these emotions.

Everyday, I am beginning to understand the Queen Borg. Emotions make human beings fragile, vulnerable and imperfect species. I miss my Borg life. As a human I can feel the never ending piercing pain in my heart. It hurts me for unknown reasons. I am feeling weak. And this makes me loathe the whole humanity. Why can’t I be indifferent to this kind of feeling? Why?

I want to claim my Borg life again. I want to bring back the time when I am not affected by any human frailty. I want to see me assimilating them so that they won’t feel pain anymore, so that they will forget the excruciating pains of life, so that they may live in accordance to logic and rational thinking.

I want to bring life to human beings, to homo sapiens, which is devoid of emotion.

My Borg life is the simple way I know about life. This is the basic way where I can find my future. I can still appreciate the beauty of human emotions, but will be never moved by them again.

I loathe humanity for they brought emotions in my life.