Through the Spectacles

These past few days, I've been reflecting on my life; as where am I now? What significant things have I done yet? Am I a worthy friend? and so on. Thoughts are flowing out of my mind, but I have nothing to write. As I am writing this blog entry, I am writing a piece of my personal void. Trying to express my own insights about my recent reflections and still I realize that I have nothing to write. I just turned 24 last month, left my job recently due to my poor health, has a messy love life, just sitting on a couch or staying still on the bed all day long trying to comprehend what's happening or why do these things happen to me. Overthinking all night long about a certain part of my life where I messed up so bad, that I couldn't even pull myself together back on my foot again. This is the reality in me right now, I don't know what triggers these things to happen but every time I am alone, they tend to linger and be my company for a long period. I am asking myself most ...

In a world full of modernity and use of the highest technology possible, I have a strange fascination for the things that had once used as a part of the daily lives of the people of the yesteryears - and this is my love for the typewriters. A majestic piece of a mechanical marvel that brings us all back in time where wifi, facebook, IG and Twitter haven't been invented yet. A time where post offices are so busy tending all the paper letters because the email has not yet been born. Typewriters are the writer's best friend and companion; it is their musical instrument as for a musician is the piano. My fascination with typewriters I guess started when I was 8. An aunt of mine gave me her Olympia portable typewriter complete with case and ribbons. As a child, I don't have much interest then, all I want is to play with my friends and indulge in arcade games during the weekends. Some nights when I wasn't been able to go outside, I usually type poems or short...