He laid his laptop on the glass surface of his roommate's dining table, pulled out the dining chair and sat down. He adjusted his rear against the cotton material of the chair. Or is it wool, he thought to himself. It doesn't matter, it's a chair. The young Malaysia man flipped open his 2 year old laptop and pushed the "On" button. The laptop comes alive, the screen asks for the password. He typed it in only to find it incorrect. He did it again, but it failed once again. Frustrated, he slowly typed in the password once again, minding each button he pressed on the keyboard, making sure everything was correct. After a moment, the laptop welcomed him and he was shown to his screen, wallpaper featured his favorite game, covered by some nifty-looking interfaces that caught the young man's eye on several weeks ago. The be frank, the whole software was useless except make the desktop looked pretty and slightly futuristic. It would be awesome if he added some voice interface or something, but that was too much work and who has the time?
The boy dragged the mouse over the his browser icon. Click. Nothing happened. He clicked again. Now two windows was opened and that pretty much pissed the man a bit. He closed the first one and focus back to the second. He lead the mouse to hover over the address bar. One click and he was ready to key in the website of his choice. He typed the address in and clicked enter.
It took a few moments before he was lead to the website. A blogging website he would usually use to rant about..well, pretty much anything. It started out as a thing he heard his friends were doing several years ago. Feeling left out, he signed in tot the same website in hopes to get in tune with his friends. That never really happened as they all, correction, as most of them moved towards something else. The young man was left behind (once again) and pondered on about what to do with a website that his friends will unlikely read. He left it dead for a period of time, but at the end, he found some form of solace in writing on a website strangers may or may not be interested in. So, instead of leaving it dead, why not just write. Just write about anything. There are no rules here..well, not a lot of rules here. Slander, complement and speak out the emotions you've been keeping hidden, the ideas you lack courage to scream out. This was a place you could write and no one cares about it. It's like running around naked when you're invisible. No one can see it and you have nothing to hide..well, except your very existence.
The man opened to one of his blogs he haven't been paying much attention to lately. It was a blog he created when his head was full of ideas of stories he wished to share. And he would have to, if not for his careless grammatical mistakes and the wavering of his self-confidence. But sometimes, one must take the plunge to know what's at the bottom of the hole. Bad analogy..or was that idiom..
He opened to the main menu of his story blogged and hovered his mouse over one of the button links. New Post, it said. He clicked it and was lead to a page with an empty space and a tab of writing related tools to help design his post to his choosing. The young man went straight to the title bar and keyed in the words, "Foolish Rick" and clicked to the empty page to start on his chapter.
