I type my username. That's what you call it. And then I type in my password. The swiftness of my logging into the webiste signifies how used I am to doing it. The blue edges of the computer screen shows it is Facebook, the ultra popular social networking website that's the object my online affection. For some people, it's the first thing they do in the morning, and the last thing they do at night.

Since I had my Blackberry smartphone, I have joined the bandwagon.

Honestly, I could not care less about the darn phone. But like they say, once you go black you can't go back.  I probably could not survive an hour without my Blackberry.

But things may change. Maybe the Blackberry and iPhone would become the minimum requirement of mobile phone coolness. I just wish Nokia would regain its popularity. But then again, maybe it will...soon.

The sun sets in the evening. It rises again in the morning  and it's a brand new day.

It was a nice day for me. A day that began at Three o'clock in the afternoon. Half the day Wasted but it's alright. I went out with friends and made a new one. Had some fun.

That's the bachelor's life, I suppose. No need to look too deeply into it. There's no reason to psychoanalyse it in any way. I am healthy and happy. I get my mood swings. I have been thinking of giving up. But I don't know when. Maybe it'll be at year's end or maybe it'll never happen.

The notion of "getting my shit together" is something I always say. My life is all about getting my shit together. So there your go. It's a continuous cycle. So while I'm here, I might as well enjoy the ride.

Seven years ago I began working in this company, all green and naive. All bright eyed and bushy tailed. Now, I am in this position. Back in my hometown. I should be thanking my lucky stars.

I'm learning to play piano, and that gives me a lotta joy. It's kick arse, is what it is.

So who is complaining?

***(painting from the William Barnhart studio )