Of Disruptions and Realizations

“I feel like there’s some life force that’s holding me back
from restoring this blog to its former glory.”

–that’s what I’ve been telling myself these couple of days.

Where The Story Ends…

Dear Blog,

It’s been quite a while since I last laid my thoughts on you. Lots of things have consumed chunks and chunks of my time these past few months, which altogether prevented me from keeping up with you.

For almost half a decade, I’ve been with you. And being with you gave me so much opportunity to get to know myself better, learn things, and see myself progress and grow as a person through the years. You were my creative outlet, my crying shoulder, my friend, and my companion–and I thank you for that. All the memories we’ve shared–through all the victories and the sorrow, the good and the bad; all those sleepless nights and 3-in-1 coffee sessions; all those times that I’ve sneaked on your page to write an entry, a poem or something in the middle of the piles and piles of homework that I had during my college years–for all those times, thank you.

After having immersed myself into a lot of grown-up stuff lately, I’ve come to realize that I’m not sure if I could still breathe life into you. I know how hard it must feel to be left out in the open for so long; and so, I’m coming back to you once more…to give you this one last breath…this one last entry…your much-awaited closure…to put an end to your burden.

Others may see this as where the story ends, but I see it more as where a new chapter begins…

The Irony of Life (or Whatever).

Singapore.

Just when I’m beginning to learn how to fall in love with this city…it’s time to go.
Well I guess that’s what you call the irony of life, right? (or not. LOL.)

Whoever invented irony (or whatever) in this world,
S-C-R-E-W Y-O-U-!

Ashes, Pieces, and the Highly Unanticipated Return of Gibberish.

Look who’s back, rising from the ashes
of whatever’s left of his abandoned blog?

This One’s For You.

Sa aking mga magulang, mga kapatid, mga tito at tita, mga pinsan, mga pamangkin, mga kamag-anakan, mga guro, mga kaibigan, kapanalig, kakosa, at lalung-lalo na, sa Dakilang May Likha–sa lahat po ng naging parte ng buhay ko, at nagsilbing inspirasyon ko–para po sa INYO ang tagumpay na ito. Hindi ko po mararating ang puntong ito, kung hindi dahil sa inyo. Kaya mula po sa kaibuturan ng aking puso…SALAMAT, SALAMAT.

Sana po’y hindi kayo magsawang samahan akong muli dito sa bagong yugtong aking bubuklatin, mga bagong pakikipagsapalaran na aking susuungin, at mga bagong landas na aking tatahakin.

Hindi man tayo magkasama sa lahat ng oras, at magkaiba man tayo ng paroroonan, ito lamang ang inyong pakatandaan… WALANG PAA-PAALAM, dahil lahat kayo’y nandirito–sa aking isip, at sa aking puso–magpakailanman.

Sent from Heaven.

My second first-degree nephew, Ryan Sebastian/Santino (my sister and my bro-in-law has not made a decision on the baby’s second name yet), came in today–May 15, 2009–and I couldn’t contain my excitement! I mean like, he’s so cute with those pinch-worthy rosy cheeks of his!

Wait, wait, wait…so this just means, I’m a TITO to the second power as of this writing! Hahaha. Naku, nephews and nieces are coming one by one from all parts of the globe. Ummm…does that mean I’m getting old/er? Heheh! Whatever.

Anyways, congratulations Ate Chelay and Kuya Jobet! This is it! This is really it! You can literally be called parents now! I’m so happy for you guys. Oh, and just so you know…am looking forward to seeing Baby Ryan in person, at the soonest possible time! But first, I hafta be an R.N. na dapat. So ummm…like when Baby Ian arrived, this means the motivation to be one has just been fueled even more. Yeah!!!

Man in the Mirror.

Four weeks ago, my white nursing uniform fitted me perfectly. And by that, I meant that it was just my size as it went around my gigantic belly and accommodated it not that generously for all it was worth (’cause there’s not much space in between my undershirt and the fabric of the upper shirt of my uniform).

Fast forward to the present–I mean like, four weeks after–I decided to try it on ’cause we’re gonna have our graduation picture taken soon and we needed to wear it for the pictorial proper. So I slid into my pants and donned my upper shirt, buttoned up like there was no tomorrow…all in all being very eager to see how my beloved white uniform would look on me. After I straightened the folds and creases, and…and…combed my hair with my hand, I looked at myself in the shiny, reflective piece of invention in front of me which they commonly refer to as…the mirror. LOL.

What I saw in the mirror SHOCKED me like a thousand volts would.