Yay For Fridays

As I sit here counting down the hours til the start of my weekend, I can't help but to be a little repulsed by my sloth-like attitude. Not that I'm insulting the humble creature by comparing my negative personality traits with its general description/stereo typed reputation (that of being slow and lazy). But really, it was the only thing I could think of while constructing the sentence in my head.

And so, thanks to whatever my mood of the moment can be described as, this entry is born. Specs as follows:

Topic: None
Purpose: None
Meaningful message: Probably none
Inspiration: Boredom

I already predict that after this post is published, I will be consumed with guilt for neglecting my tasks and responsibilities that I should have been attending to and instead opted to write this entry... woe is me.

I find myself day dreaming often these last few weeks. Of my life plans, things that I'd like to happen, etc. If only day dreaming about it were enough to make it happen. Then I'd probably have everything I've ever wanted in this world! But, as reality would have it, that's just not the way things work here. Because think about it; if things actually did happen that way, everything would probably be chaotic. It would erase the balance of the Universe. If everyone just got everything they ever wanted, just by thinking about it? Wow. What am I talking about?

Change thought... Aaaand, I'm not getting anything. I guess I will go now.

4 Months Late

So I managed to disappear for a few months. So much for one entry a month, huh? Today, I will blame that on lack of inspiration, and a lack of desire to share my thoughts with the public. For as long as I've been alive, I have been quiet, shy and reclusive. Never one to want to bask in the limelight, never one to ask for attention. Rather, I felt more comfortable hiding in the shadows, going unnoticed, living in solitude. And so it is still, to this day.

I haven't left my house since Sunday evening. It is Thursday afternoon today. No, it's not that I'm that much of a recluse. I've been sick. As in the whole, temperature, headache, chills, sore throat, cough thing. It has not been fun. Truth be told, I probably shouldn't even be looking at a monitor right now, but I guess that's just how hard headed I am. Or more accurately, how bored I am. I've run out of things to do, books to read, and things to think about - and thinking, I've been doing a lot of.

My brain is embracing a pattern of thoughts. It began slowly tracing out this pattern earlier in the year, becoming more defined as the months passed, until finally, it has become embedded deep within my very being. This is my blue print. My plan for my future. My world is revolving around this so called blue print, and step one is scheduled to take place in three months. This step will indicate the first major change in my life since roughly ten years ago. Which means that the last ten years of my life has been lived in "hibernation", in a manner of speaking. Once this step has been taken, I will consider it my "awakening". The first step to change. And if all things go according to plan, then even more change will be expected to follow.

Life is not predictable. It was not designed to be. You have your dreams, you make your plans, and they either happen or they don't, depending on what you do, and the choices that you make leading up to it. Although, I wonder - Does fate play a part in all this? If life is what you make of it, where does fate come in? If you were destined to arrive at a certain point in your life, does it matter what choices you make before arrival? If you're going to end up there regardless of your actions anyway, then how are the choices now relevant? If it's fate, then the outcome should not be jeopardised. ?? I don't know what I'm talking about anymore...

Anyway, I will now leave you to ponder that, as I seem to have confused myself.

Whoops (a.k.a. 4/12)

So I didn't manage to post an April entry. I would have to credit that to being somewhat busy on my part. April basically consisted of me running several errands that have needed taking care of for quite a while. I am a pretty accomplished procrastinator, if I do say so myself, but since I'm only working part-time now, I've actually had more time to do more "me" stuff. Overall, I would have to say that April was a pretty productive month. Yes, I'm only working part-time now. I come in to work in the morning, and I'm free by lunch time. The reason for that being that I've finally decided to seriously work on getting back to school. It is a scary thought, purely because I haven't exactly been to school for about seven years and so I would have absolutely no idea what it would be like to go back and I'm honestly intimidated. But at the same time, it is something that I have to do no matter how scary it might be for me. What I have for myself regarding my formal education is a sort of rough plan. I have an idea of what I need to do, and what needs to be done, and so I guess that it's just a matter of execution. Given that I do have a seven year gap in my schooling, my process is a little bit different and possibly even difficult. I'm having second thoughts about the Major that I had in mind. A few years ago, I was pretty sure that I was gonna take up some Business Management course because that was what seemed to make sense at the time. And then when I was flung into the corporate world and realised how much I seemed to not be compatible with it, something in my brain clicked and told me that if I took up Business Management, I would not only be wasting my time, but that I would also most likely be very unhappy in the end, and possibly even during. So that was scrapped, and then I moved on to English Literature. I thought, "now that would make sense" given my passion for reading and my love of books from an early age. And that was also around the time when I finally realised that it was completely okay to not conforme to the standards of society - or to do what I want to do and not do what people expect me to do, in other words. So yeah, English Literature made complete sense to the book worm and aspiring writer. The question now is why I'm having second thoughts about it. From "nothing else would make sense" to "do I really want to do this?". I'm thinking that maybe now that the possibility of it actually happening is nearer, I'm questioning myself because I want to make sure that I make the right decision. It's not as if I have been given every opportunity to make this a reality, and in that way, I feel more pressure because I feel as though I only have one shot at this, and if I make the "wrong decision", then I've basically messed up pretty bad. And I obviously do not want to do that. I do consider myself a pretty big dreamer, and sometimes, I think that it interferes with my reality. That maybe my dreaming too big clouds my judgement and affects my decisions. I've always been indecisive - even with just picking a place to eat - so when it comes to making huge, life changing sort of decisions, I'm a complete wreck and I have no clue which direction to go in and I get lost. I need to look for assurance and some sort of sign that what I'm doing is right. I also understand that I cannot keep living that way, and that I need to burst out of my "shell" and learn to make decisions on my own without reassurances from other people. That is a challenge for me, but it's a challenge that I'm willing to undertake. Other than Major, there is also the school itself. I was raised in an International School environment, which is part of the reason why I was never sent to local school when I stopped after eighth grade. The way that I am now is made in huge part by the community that I was surrounded by as I was growing up, and the values that were instilled in me in the process. And as thick-faced as this is sure to sound, I was just not made to be a local. If I end up going to and graduating from a local University, I honestly think that part of me will die. I have already come to accept that no, I never went to High School, so I have missed out on that part of my life. And that's probably why I feel that college is all I have left to make up for it. But local college is not gonna do it for me. And again, I'm sorry if that sounds very spoiled of me, but that's what I feel deep down in the core of my being. That as stupid as it might sound, if I don't go to University abroad, I will be incomplete for the rest of my life. And I don't know about you, but I don't think that anyone wants to live the rest of their life that way. Starting out local is okay, but where I finish is what matters to me. It matters to the rest of the world too, because wherever you go, whatever jobs you apply for, you will be judged by that name, and in my opinion, the more prestigious, the better. So that's all I've been thinking lately. Although I do feel something brewing in my head. Maybe it'll get posted soon. We'll see. Until then, this is what I shall leave you with.

3/12

Today is my last day at work. I resigned at around the beginning of the month, and I've spent the last couple of weeks slowly turning over my responsibilities and easing myself out of "work-mode", if that's the right term for it.

I feel great. Better than I have been in a pretty long time. Like I've constantly been saying all along, I just really have good vibes about this year. I know that it's extremely cheesy, but I do feel change in the air - the good kind.

I spent the long Easter Weekend at home again. So I'm keeping up with the running joke that I'm supposed to go at least once every month. And since I'll be having more time on my hands now, going up will be pretty easy. It's only a six hour trip away anyway.

Yesterday, I officially gave up chocolate for the rest of the year. All the way until December 31, 2008. No chocolate in any form, whatsoever. I think that it won't be very hard, to be honest. But then again, it hasn't even been twenty four hours, so I guess we'll see where I'm at in like a week or so. I'm not really sure what brought it on. Although I have been eating Snickers bars and M&M's in pretty large amounts over the last few weeks - yesterday included. So I kinda just thought, eh, why not? And here I am.

Also, I'm going to cut my hair. Like, really short. I would seriously shave it, but I figure that'd be a bit drastic, and I'm not really ready to have people staring at me everywhere I go. But just for the record, I do want to shave my head at least once in my lifetime. But not today.

I've always worn my hair long for as far back as I can remember. I've always had some sort of trauma about cutting it and never wanting it to be short. I've basically had the same hair for the last decade or more, with maybe the exception of a few changes in layers and color, it's pretty much been the same. So last night (just a little after giving up chocolate), I just felt like I had to cut my hair. And I'm pretty set about it. If I don't do it tonight, it's gonna happen tomorrow. And if it ends up being a disaster, it won't be so bad because the beauty of hair is that it grows back.

It's all part of the change that I'm feeling. There are just some things that are popping into my head from out of nowhere, and I just know that I have to do it. I know it sounds a bit psycho, but I just don't know how else to explain it. And I'm not really going to try and explain it, I'm only here to share.

Maybe another thing to pop into my head is to write here more. And like I said, since I'll have more time on my hands starting next week, there's a pretty good chance that that's gonna happen. I'm not making any promises though, I'm just saying that it's something that I'd like to do. And if it ends up happening, then that's great. And if not, then I'll just try to keep up the one entry a month thing.

I'm also determined to learn the local language of my home town. Part of it is purely just the desire to know another dialect of my language, and again with the cheesy, but I also want to connect to where I'm from. I know that it's been years since I've been going there, and I've been living here longer than the time I've spent there, but that was because I was always just too young to go at my leisure. Now that I'm older and a lot more independent, I see myself spending a lot more time there. I'm even seriously considering settling down there in the distant future, to be honest.

Like, right now, if I had a choice, I would move back. I'm sure I've mentioned it before, but I just really prefer the lifestyle there and how everything is so laid back, relaxed and simple. The weather's great, the people are friendly, the cost of living is considerably lower. It's a tight knit community and I see it as being a lot more comfortable. I don't really see a downside at this point.

So that's basically what's been going on in my head over the last month. Lots of stuff, times of change, pure excitement. I'm pretty optimistic about everything, so I'm really looking forward to what's coming next. And that's kinda the fun part - not really knowing what's coming next. You kinda just see where it takes you and go with it. Makes things so much more interesting that way.

2/12

The end of February signifies... nothing, really. Just that two months of the year have passed. I must say that I'm very content with how this year's going so far.

This month started out pretty rough, going through some emotional issues leaving me stoic and in a daze. I was stuck that way for a while, consumed, not bothering to even try to recover. Maybe because I felt like it gave me an excuse to have acted the way I did - sad and unpleasant.

I somehow managed to snap out of it mid-month, when I suddenly decided that I was tired of being emo and that I just wanted to be me again. Yes, apparently my mood swings are very spontaneous. And I don't mind, because it makes my life that much more interesting, in my opinion - as crazy as that might sound. And anyway, it's normal, isn't it?

So anyway, as if in celebration of my "coming back to life", I am again heading home. It's probably nothing more than a coincidence that plans to go there fell through when I was in a better mood. I'm leaving tonight, actually, and I couldn't be more excited. My stay won't be quite as long as the last time, I'll only be there for a weekend, but I'm pretty content with that.

And as far as coming back to life is concerned, things are going pretty well. The only down side is that I don't seem to write as much when I'm content with my life. When there's trouble, drama, heart-ache, there's always so much more to write about. Pages and pages of emotions and thoughts just fighting its way out. When I'm alright, I can go for days without writing. I try not to let it go that long, but my entries never have any depth if I force it. It's always just babbling and nothing in particular. Not that there's anything wrong that though.

So yeah, if this entry lacks depth, it's only because I'm okay :) It's when it goes really deep that you should start getting worried. I'll try to be more interesting next time.

1/12

2008 is off to an incredibly interesting start. Interesting might even be considered an understatement at this point. So much has been going on in every aspect possible. I'm not complaining, I'm having a lot of fun.

Towards the end of last year, I just made a decision that I wanted to do something with my life. That I was tired of sitting around living day after redundant day like a machine, becoming less human with the passing time. And so I did that, and the results have been far from disappointing.

I started my year off with a much needed vacation from work. I've been going at it non-stop for the last two and a half years and I could feel it taking its toll. Originally, my plan was to resign (and my boss is well aware of this), but I decided that I didn't want to give up just yet. So I took three weeks off, and left the city that had been suffocating me for so long, and I went "home".

I didn't realise how much I needed the time away from everything that was familiar. The first word that comes into my head to describe the experience is; refreshing. Being back in the place where I grew up, where I remember being the happiest, seeing old friends after years of being strangers - I couldn't think of a better way to be spending my time. Sure, the place has changed considerably, and I did feel like a tourist there a lot of the time, but all the other things that mattered most to me remained the same. And that's really all I could ask for.

Half the trip was spent alone, and that was the way I meant for it to be in the first place. I felt that I needed time to myself to just really think and reflect and to "soul search" and hide from the world. I wasn't surprised to find that I was more than comfortable being on my own. In fact, I seemed to be much happier that way. I'm an introvert and reclusive by nature, so no, it wasn't the biggest shock in the world.

But after a while, I had to come back to reality. I am by no means slipping back into the habits of my old lifestyle. There's too much to do, and I don't want to waste my time. I've wasted so much of it already. But starting the year off the way I did was perfect. I have so much planned for the next eleven months, and I'm really looking forward to it.

I don't know where the sudden inspiration to write here came from. Maybe it's part of the change that I'm undergoing. But I figured that an aspiring writer should write. And write to be shared and not to be kept in the confines of a private notebook. Whether or not I can live up to that, I guess we'll have to wait and find out.

It's Been A While...

Over two years, to be exact. Out of curiosity, I typed in my old blog address to see if it was still there, and here it is. All fixed, too...

I just had this urge to start writing, and didn't know where else to go. But then in the time that it took for me to remember what my username and password was, the mood seemed to have passed.

I got a kick out of seeing my band links though. I still love those bands with a fanatical passion that comes naturally to me, but they no longer occupy the "top seats", if you know what I mean.

I want to spend some time over the weekend to read my old entries to see where my head was at twenty four months ago. It should be pretty interesting. I'm still with the same job; a responsibilty that has slowly driven me out of my mind to the point that I'm not entirely sure whether I'm still sane or not. But I'm alive, and I function... most of the time :)

The time in between the last entry; my saying goodbye, and this entry; my "return" could produce seven hundred and forty stories - one for every day that I've been gone - but none of them will be written. I don't even know whether there'll be an entry after this one. But we'll see, I guess.

Anyway, I'm off...

Goodbye blogger?

Due to right hand side button problems, I am relocating my thoughts and words onto another site. I was set on moving, convinced that it was just about right. And then, I visited this page and all of a sudden, I felt like I couldn't just leave it. I could feel the attachment that wasn't willing to part. Is this so overly dramatic for a web page?

But anyway, if blogger manages to fix itself up (because apparently, it's not just my blog that's messed up), then I'll most probably stay, but if not, then you can find me on

http://www.livejournal.com/users/pensivefanatic

That is a currently active site which I will be writing in in just a few minutes.

The Wonders of Internet

In the past few days, I've been chatting with friends from England, America and Norway, and also with friends in the same city as me. I've only just recently gotten Yahoo Messenger and MSN, eventhough I've had email addresses at both for years now. I've just never had constant access to a computer before. It's so great, it's so easy to catch up with so many people that I haven't seen or talked to in too long.

Anyway, that's it! I hope my blog's fixed by now... I'll be finding out in a minute or so...

Hmmm

My buttons aren't working, over there on the right side... My links and all that, it's all blank... It's really weird. I have no idea how to fix it. Anyway, whatever... :)

Praise The Weekend

The situation has now reversed itself. I now have things to write about, but now no longer have any time to log on here to write, as you may have noticed. But now, it's a Sunday, and I have time on my hands before I go off to work again tomorrow. Do I even have work tomorrow? Is it a holiday? Who knows...

Anyway, work's been good. I'm slowly getting more comfortable with the people, and I really should because as of now, I'm actually spending more time with them than I am with my own family. But everyone's been really nice, so it's really not much of a problem, it's just my shyness and introvertion factor.

And! I found an Oasis cd the other day. I found "Standing on the Shoulder of Giants" at one of the malls that I walk through every day to get to the train to get home. It felt great, I'm now only three cds short of completing the classics, proud to say. And according to the Tower Records guy, they're on their way, there's just no definite date. So I just have to keep checking back constantly.

And also, my LPU package finally got here. I thought that it had exceeded its eight week limit, but it turns out, that it actually got here on the seventeeth, and the mail man was just taking his sweet time about getting me the package slip. So I ended up getting it on the twenty fourth. But it's cool, at least I got it, and it erases all my theories, like it was stolen, or lost, or whatever...

What can I say about this year's package. I found that I wasn't as excited about it as I had been with the first three. I think that my love for the band has somewhat dissipated, unfortunately. I mean, I still love them, but just not as much as I used to. Can't exactly say why either. And it doesn't help that it could take years before their new music comes out. Anyway...

Well, I'm doing good, and everything's well, I'm glad to report. And that should be it for now.

Working Girl

I got a job. And it's been really good so far. "I am employed", is an astonishing thought. I work now from 9 AM to 6 PM. I wake up at 7, leave before 8 because it's a forty five minute commute from home to the office. I think that my body is still getting used to that schedule, because before then, I'd be waking up at 9 at the earliest. But I think that I'm doing okay, body clock-wise. I'm on my second week, currently.

I'm actually really glad that I've been given this opportunity. I've been wanting a job now for a while and I don't think that this could've come at a better time. I believe that my experiences of the past four years were preparing me for this next step in life. I know, you're probably thinking, "it's just a job, what is she going on about?", but for me, this is truly important.

My days are now booked, my week is scheduled for me, so to speak. I spend the day at the office, come home at night, and I do that for five days. In other words, I'm busy, all week. That's something that I haven't been in way too long. I used to have all the time in the world to do absolutely nothing, and I distinctly remember telling myself at one point that it would be okay with me, if I didn't have to do this (doing nothing, bumming) for the rest of my life. And now that is where I'm at.

I plan on taking this very seriously, because it's a huge opportunity that I'm very thankful for, and I'm not about to take it for granted. I find that I'm happier than usual, that I'm actually doing something, that I'm constantly learning, expanding my mind, and expanding my world. In short, I find that things are going good. And I'm very optimistic about the future.

I do miss my family, most especially Dylan (I hope that I can say that without any of my family members feeling any jealousy :) ), while I'm away, but I understand that it's part of it. But anyway, that's what the weekend's for! And I can actually look forward to Fridays again, again, something I haven't done in too long - looking forward to the weekend. Everyday was like a weekend. Now it's not, and I have priorities and responsibilities, which I've always had, but now it's gone up a notch.

Anyway, I'm freezing, and I'm gonna head home now (I'm at netopia). Update soon.

Enter, August

July has come and gone, and whether that's a good thing or a bad thing, I'm not at liberty to say. Or, I can just be honest and say, I have absolutely no idea what it is that I'm trying to say... I'm just trying to sound smart... Is it working?

Anyway, I've been on an Oasis search for months now. I would be referring to the band from Manchester, and not the things that you would find in the desert. Out of nowhere, I just got attached to their music. I've always liked Oasis but for some reason or another, I've never managed to buy myself a copy of any of their albums. And so, a few months ago, when my love for Oasis was awoken, I told myself that I would get their albums. All six of them (seven now that the new one came out). And anyway, they were already selling for half price. But then here's the thing, all of a sudden, now that I want them, they're nowhere to be found.

I have gone into every music store that I've seen, going straight to the O section, trying to find the albums, but they've just up and disappeared. I managed to find "The Master Plan", and I got "Heathen Chemistry", but everything else is just waiting to be found. "Don't Believe The Truth" came out two months ago, but I haven't been able to get it because it's the price of two CDs, which I can't afford right now. Two CDs, when I can barely afford one. Apparently, it's limited edition, and it comes with a DVD. But what if I don't want the DVD? What if I just want the CD and it's eleven songs? In that case, I'd be a hopeful dreamer.

Just two years ago, I saw them everywhere, and now they're gone. They couldn't've all been bought, they have to be somewhere. Anyway, I've already placed an order at Tower, and I'm hoping they'll get it for me. I have yet to be contacted. And I keep on going to their website, constantly checking their tour dates to see if they'll be coming over here for a show, maybe to make up for the one that they were supposed to have here two years ago, which I would've been at had it not been cancelled due to damn terrorist threats...

Ah, the life of a fanatic.

I haven't been watching movies in the theater for a while now because nothing really interested me, and then all of a sudden, I find myself seeing three movies in this past week alone. Not that that's a lot, but for me, it was surprising. I saw "The Fantastic Four", which I wouldn't have seen, but my friend wanted to see it for his own reasons (Jessica Alba...). And I think that it was one of the better marvel movies. And of course, Stan Lee and his cameos. Then I saw "Wedding Crashers", which I wouldn't have seen either, but I was with friends, and it was actually funny, surprisingly. And then just yesterday I saw "Stealth", which I only wanted to see because I knew that Incubus was on the soundtrack, and I wanted to hear how the music was incorporated into the movie, which was done fine. The movie itself was alright. As I've said before, still waiting for a really good flick from Hollywood.

Anyhow, that's it for now... be back with more of my weirdness soon.

The Good Kind Of Reminiscing

The other day, Thea and I met up with some old friends of ours. Old meaning that we've known them for a really long time, not that they're old... To be honest, I was a little bit reluctant about seeing them, not that I don't like them, quite the opposite actually, they're so great, but since I hadn't seen them in three years, and being as reclusive as I have been, I wasn't sure how it would go conversation wise. But of course I was going to see them because how often are they here from Canada or Baguio or Norway.

It actually proved not to be much of a problem as I was fearing it might be, because everything was just natural. It was great, and I had so much fun with them. And being with them then made me realise just how much I've really missed them over the years. I mean, when people that you love are gone for a long period of time, you know that you miss them, definitely, but after a while, you tend to forget exactly why. Am I right? Forgive me if I only make sense to myself.

So I realised, or remembered why it was exactly that I had been missing them. They are so much fun, and incredibly hilarious. Nothing is forced when it comes to them, they're just them no matter what that is. And there's just something about seeing friends from a long time ago, in my case, all the way back to my childhood, that's just different.

We have conversation topics that none of the people I've met in the last six years or people that I'll meet in the coming years of my life have. Baguio days and growing up together. I mean, who else knows about the handicrafts club and The Moffatts? Well, I guess now you do.

We had about five hours together, and it was just fun. We sat at Starbucks for three of that and just talked and laughed. It was nice to know that even after all the time that we've spent apart, we can still get on like we did, almost as if there hasn't been any time apart at all. At least that's how I felt.

So thanks a lot Kat, Regi and Ria, hopefully I'll see you guys again soon.

Whoa Boy...

I'm sure you've all had one of those days where everything just seems to be going in the opposite direction that you'd like for it to go. Where everything just seems to be going wrong and the world is just out to get you. Today is a day exactly like that.

I'm not one to bitch about the mishaps of my life, I've always tried to be as positive as I could possibly be. Same goes for today. Everything's getting on my nerves, and I'm trying really hard to just push it away, ignore it, think of something better...

I've had many days like this my entire life I'm sure, where it's just been so hard, but no matter what, I've always gotten through it. Today will be no different. Whether the bad luck (or whatever it may be) stops here, or goes on the whole day more, I will not let it get to me...

Actually, if I really look at it, it's quite amusing. Everything going wrong. Really look at it, and it's funny, life is testing you and your breaking point. Don't let it get the better of you, and you'll be fine.

Random Thoughts

The days have been passing pretty quick. Thea's been out of the hospital for a while now. I don't even know what day it is right now... It's Wednesday. She got out on Sunday. Things seem to be going well, healing-wise. And things are moving.

There's just a whole lot going through my mind these days. I've been sick and it hasn't been fun. The medicine doesn't work, I've had a headache the size of Russia for three days straight now, and advil doesn't do jack.

Other than that, just pretty random things, like how the world is so evil. But then I thought about that for a little bit more, and I realised that this world is actually a very beautiful place, it's the people living in it that's giving it such a bad name. I'm not saying everybody, but you know who I'm talking about. The kind of people who don't care what kind of pain they inflict on other human beings. The kind of people who only care about themselves and no one else.

I've been thinking about the people in my life, the people that I know who meant more to me in the past than they do now, for whatever reasons.

I think it's just all been about life in general. I've been trying to write this thing (not THIS thing), about what I've been through in the last four years of my life, and it's coming out slowly, a work in progress, I might say. Eventually it'll be done, but exactly when, I couldn't tell you.

I've been trying to read the unabridged version of "Don Quixote". I started it about... maybe over a year ago, and then I stopped because it wasn't captivating enough for me at the time. So I've picked it up again, last month, and I've stopped again. I wonder if I'll ever finish it. I'm trying to, but I'll let you know when it's actually become a fact that I've read through the hundreds of pages from beginning to end. I'm optimistic.

So that's it. Enough blah blah for now.

Unbelievable

Just when you think that life has thrown everything that it possibly can your way, and you've overcome your hardest obstacles and think that maybe from here on out, everything will be okay, it just sneaks up on you, tricky little life, and shoots you. Or, in my case, shoots my sister... right up the leg.

I wish I were kidding, but this is no joke. On Wednesday morning, my sister and some of her friends were hanging out at Venezia, or V Bar over at Makati. From what I know, a couple of fights had already broken out between all groups of people there. Things were getting out of hand, and just as they were about to leave, some guy just starts shooting his gun at everybody. Thea was hit, and so was her friend Mary, and a couple of other people. And one of their friends died.

Thea was shot in the upper right thigh. The bullet had gone through her bag and the contents of it, as well as through her cell phone, which most probably saved her life. She was immediately brought to the hospital, and they were going to operate on it to take the bullet out, but it had entered at an angle and so if they attempt to remove it, there's a chance that she could lose all feeling in her leg because the bullet is in a nerve area. So the bullet stays in, and hopefully her body will not reject it. Otherwise, they will have to operate.

Mary's hit was much worse. The bullet entered her left shin, it hit the bone which caused it to shatter, and then the bullet made it's exit. She has to undergo major surgery, and they're gonna put pins and metal in her leg to reconstruct it, but she's not gonna be able to walk for the next six to nine months.

It's crazy how one person's actions can affect so many others' lives. Nevermind if it's in a positive way, but this is not positive at all. So we're hoping for the best. We hope that the shooter gets caught and that he gets what he deserves. We're praying for a good recovery for both Thea and Mary and the other victims as well.

That's all that I can say for now.

Stuck In A Drought

I may possibly have writer's block. I'm assuming so because I haven't been able to write anything meaningful or interesting or clever in far too long.

My blog is a bore-zone, hardly ever updated, and when it is, let's be honest, I might as well have not written anything at all.

But nothing's coming out. I've tried to draw inspiration from anywhere possible, but it's still giving me nothing.

Is it because I'm not depressed or sad? Is that why the words of interest won't flow? Because I am content at this very moment, I am being punished, so to speak, by not having anything to say. Is that it?

I want to write. But I can't.

It's Hot As Hell

Well, I haven't written in too long, sorry about that, been busy. I've been writing a lot in my private journal, but those pages don't belong here.

Since the last time I wrote, a couple of important happenings occured. Dylan started walking, he's growing up so fast. My cousin gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, Julianne Elizah. Dylan had his first birthday party, and then turned one a few days after. Then Elizah was baptized. It's all about the babies, I guess.

Summer is killing everyone here. It's officially the hottest summer that I have ever experienced in my eighteen years of existence. It's to the point that it's actually unbearable. I know that everyone is hoping that it'll be over soon, and that the rainy season will make it's entrance.

Other than that, I have nothing else of interest to inform you about. So that's it, I'm out.

Desperately Hooked

The other day, my friend Monica introduced Isa and I to a show called "Desperate Housewives", I'm sure many of you have heard of it. I had no idea what it was about, just that it was an award winning show. So we watched the first episode, then the second, then the third... It's one of those shows that's so bitin, I don't know how to say that in English... It leaves you hanging at the very end, so that you're just completely itching to see the next episode. And that's the problem with having access to all the episodes on a disc, because it's right there, and you can see it, and it just always ends just hanging like that, so then you're just stuck in front of the television changing disc after disc just to see what's going to happen next.

Monica lent me what she had so that I could finish it up at home, so last night, Thea gets home from Quezon City with Dylan, and then it all began. That is of course, right after Grounded For Life. I got my mom and my sister to park in front of the TV, because I had a feeling that they'd like it too. So in goes the first disc, and it all starts. My mom said that she'd only see the first episode because she was sleepy and that she was gonna go and put Dylan to bed. Wouldn't you know it, she was there all the way up until the third episode began. She would've stayed, but the little one needed her.

So it's down to me and Thea. Oh, and my younger brother decided to join us as well. So we finish the third, watch the fourth, and decide to see the fifth episode. It was already past midnight at that time, but there was no way we were about to stop watching, we couldn't. So at the end of the fifth episode, we go, "One more!". At the end of the sixth, "One More." At the end of the seventh episode, as usual, it left us hanging there. But, Oh God, it was already three in the morning, and Thea had Dylan duty bright and early, so it was a hard decision, but we decided that that was it for the night.

We are hooked, It's so crazy. Later on tonight, the continuation begins! Oh, and if you're reading this and are now thinking that it must be so good, and so you decide to go and see it and end up not thinking it's that good, what the hell am I talking about, then I'm sorry, I apologise. This is just my opinion, I think that Desperate Housewives is pretty damn good, otherwise I wouldn't stay up until the wee hours of the morning just watching to see what happens next. So if you want to, go and check it out, and you're definitely free to form your own opinion about it.

Okay cool, I'm off...