Planning is always easy but making plans into reality is kinda hard for me.
I admire architects primarily because their plans are almost perfect and the outputs of their plans are truly the exact mirror of the admirable things they have in the mind. Classic writers are extra ordinary planners whom I respect. Apart from their extraordinaire ability to play with the language, they create worlds beyond our imagination and yet no matter how foreign the language may sound, their ability to bring us to their newly created world is an affirmation that the language cuts across our level of comprehension such that it nails us to the hardly imaginable world of their wild and gutsy imagination.
I admire architects primarily because their plans are almost perfect and the outputs of their plans are truly the exact mirror of the admirable things they have in the mind. Classic writers are extra ordinary planners whom I respect. Apart from their extraordinaire ability to play with the language, they create worlds beyond our imagination and yet no matter how foreign the language may sound, their ability to bring us to their newly created world is an affirmation that the language cuts across our level of comprehension such that it nails us to the hardly imaginable world of their wild and gutsy imagination.
Everyday when I go down the stairs, I am always reminded of my 2008 #7 plan which is to write and to publish, but Q4 of 2008 arrived yet I haven't published anything. I blame myself for writing such a plan in a very general manner. Had I known that nailing it right above the stairs won't work, I could have placed it inside my wallet. Least, nobody will notice, nobody will expect. Or at least I could have added one plan, that is, to break few of the plans which I have written.
As 2008 draws to its close, Im preparing myself to blog actively.
Hey, this blog is a 2008 draft and I have to publish it this year (2009). Tsk... tsk... tsk...procastination still haunts me.
Man, not anymore! ;-)
