Thursday, October 15, 2009 – Kempinski Hotel

As I was sipping on hot lentil soup and relishing its lemony flavour, I had  the sudden urge to express. I didn’t have my laptop, though. Dammit.

This ‘portable medium of communication’ has become my lifeline, and unfortunately, my dependance has only proven to be restricting. While sitting in that tiny, warmly-lit sandwich shop, I realized that the thoughts I needed to express through writing, would be left to rust. To wither. To die.

Like a flower which is so dependant on the benevolence of mother nature, my thoughts had become a slave to technology.

Not anymore.

This journal will be a place where my ramblings will come to life on paper. A place where ideas can flow freely as I think them; feel them; experience them – real time.

Note: this section will contain excerpts from Muhajababe’s own personal journal. Think of it as a ‘digitized’ version.