Moving Forward!

Yes, I am alive!

I can't say "I'm back" though, for one main reason: there is no assurance that I am indeed back on the blogging, and if this time it is for real. The past three months were a whirlwind of learning and adjusting to new people, places, things... New life, perhaps?

What I can say is that my blogging would still be intermittent bordering on nil-nada-zilch. Aside from the fact that I rarely use a computer outside the office now, when I do, I always end up choosing to do other things. I love writing, especially if it's recording my daily life experiences, musings, and whatnot, but sometimes I find comfort in just keeping things reserved. At some point, I felt like I was on the verge of winning the Queen of Overshare crown. As much as it sounds like it's a royal award, I don't think I would like that.

Anyway, this will probably be the last of my journal entries...

For the year! Haha! I don't think I can ever let go of this blog. I've deleted a ton of things that contained years of memories; all those posts prior to the first entry of the rebirth of this blog, and I'm not about to put this all to waste. I will keep this like it's treasure.

I probably won't be writing as frequently as I did when I was in school; back when I had time to write endlessly because I always put off doing my homework. Haha! And I probably won't be writing as much about the details of my life, just because. I never really worried about security or stalkers or whatever; I always believed that I was responsible for everything I published and I still hold that idea that everything that goes on here will be accountable to me. It's just that life gets pretty mundane one moment and super exciting the next. I guess if I write about everything from both ends and everything else in between, I would run out of things to say, and I wouldn't want that. Or if I keep having words to say, which is mostly the case, I would become less interested in what life has for me.

I want to keep this blog for... I dunno. I don't wanna have a purpose for this anymore. Maybe this creature of habit finally found her kryptonite at breaking the writing habit, I don't know. It would be sad but rest assured that I will be coming back. To write about a new career opportunity, to write about family, to write about life and love, to write about the random things I always do, to write about what what drives me to go through day to day...

That said, I will be moving forward, with myself, with work, with family, with love... With life. I am now keeping a journal (yes, the old school one!) and so far have been unsuccessful at making the quota of writing one entry a day! Haha. Quantity doesn't deem to important nowadays when all that matters is that I write with the heart and the mind in the same direction.

Thank you, 2011. You have been an amazing, amazing, amazing year. No words for the greatness you have brought into my life. Welcome, 2012. I have high hopes with you!

And to you, my friend, here's to yet another year gone by and to another year to make hella awesome memories again! Cheers!

Word Vomit IV

Pardon me, I'm hormonal. I'm stressed, anxious, and emotional.

"Good job! Little minor versions of one whopper of a scapegoat, aka us, huh? Standing ovation, take a bow."

"You force me into thinking that you only survived because you've been sucking on my blood."

"I know in my heart that you don't give a flying duck about what the heck is happening with [it] but I just can't help but wonder how deeply dense you are. Anyway, it's just a thought. I know in my heart people like you have plastic wings; the more you soar higher, the more it is likely for your wings to melt. Have fun down there!"

On a lighter note...

"Telling me that you'll be gone in less than 30 days made me genuinely sad. It's heartbreaking! Don't leave!"

"You are my social life. Alam mo na yan!" (This still cracks me up like mad. I think Mini Stop's fried chicken has uppers. Hahaha.)

P.S.

All statements are for different persons. Y'all know who you are!

Emotions On Overdrive

You know when a girl has this time of the month that the red flag is raised? Based on observation, hearsay, and experience, that's when the girl becomes too emotional and sensitive over the smallest things. Well, my hormones must be running wild! See, I recently finished that part of the cycle, okay TMI, but I can't get any more ridiculous today!

I stayed home all day, partly because I had no business in school or elsewhere. I was drained from yesterday, too. But for the most part, I was (still am) scared to bits about the recent bus bombing incident at Ayala Ave. So I stayed in my pajamas, had n bowls of cereals, and watched newly downloaded movies.

Emotions On Overdrive (EOO) Symptom # 1:

I laughed too much while watching Easy A. Well, props, if it really was that funny. I loved it! Also, I got too excited about Olive's wit and the whole wordplay thing going on. I felt so down for her when things got really messed up. Like, come on, Cee. What up?

EOO Symptom # 2:

I cried over a random scene in Across the Universe when the movie barely started laying out its plot. I thought I recovered well when I began to sing with the cast to the tunes of The Beatles. No, bad recovery, even. I bawled my eyes out some more during Jude and Lucy's forcied means of separation.

While enjoying my movie-watching, Mom alerts me about an incident in one of the residential condominiums currently under construction at Paseo de Roxas. Construction workers were killed from a gondola fall of almost 30 floors.

EOO Symptom # 3:

Add to the fact that the recent incident was spine-tingling, I can't believe I got goosebumps all over my body. I can't help but be all jumpy and jittery at the smallest things. Makati City has been the hot spot for bad news lately.

Last year's season of American Idol bored me. After the new set of judges for American Idol 10, though, I got myself quite hooked again. Plus, I expected that talents were running low, so I felt rejuvenated to see that this year, a lot of hopefuls can still bring it! Take Chris Medina from the Wisconsin auditions.

EOO Symptom # 4:

Come on. It's not only his tragic story, which I think will be bashed by haters very soon; say a couple of hours. He sang the most beautiful of all songs in my life's soundtrack. He sang it really well with his own twist. I'm the The Script was proud of him. And how can I not shed a tear when he said, "What kind of guy would I be if I walked out when she needed me the most?" I hope men in all forms and walks of life were listening.

My eyes are too puffy now.