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Free Falling

And with the help of my nonexistent parachute, my body kissed the ground–hard. Blood and flesh everywhere. Belated Happy Halloween.

Ah, 2 entries in a year. I write less when a lot happens. I hoard feelings, I hoard stories like I hoard movie tickets and receipts. When something bad happens to me, it would take a long time before I can share them. Looking back, I think it’s a mechanism I unconsciously embraced as I grew up. I share the good stuff, the ones everybody would be delighted to hear, like that one time I got chosen to play the main character in a story, everyone was so supportive. The bad stuff—ugh, they’re all mine. I keep them with me until they no longer hurt, only then can I share them (which almost doesn’t ever happen).

There are days when I don’t want to go against the force of gravity. I’d like to hop on a plane and jump when I’m high enough to touch the clouds.

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Hiatus

Eight months of hibernation came and went in a blink and I’m still tired as hell. A lot has happened–well, life happened. I’m overwhelmed, overworked, overfed and underpaid. *long sigh*

To quote the last line of my last blog entry: “What I know is, for a logophile that I am, I will always come back.” And here I am (awkward pause). I have quite an inventory of stories to tell, well, that is if you are willing to listen. I hope you find them interesting and maybe learn from my experiences as well. Please don’t keep your hopes up and expect some outrageously jaw-dropping adventures because NO, neither did I climb Mt. Everest nor back-packed my way through Europe (but I will in the future, fingers-crossed).

It’s 2 am PST and unfortunately, work awaits in a few hours. Monday, right? Ugh. I hope some of us have a great day ahead.

 

 

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Titleless Entry Twenty Two Days Later

This is what I mean by my “commitment issue”. My promise to write one entry a day became another testimony of how promises are doomed to be broken. Nine months into this blog and I just stopped. Just like that. Here I am, twenty two days later, trying to pick up where I left off and it’s strangely coming out easy for me. Why wouldn’t it be, right? It’s just me, picking up where I left off– it’s not like this blog is a person because if it were, I’d be chasing words forever.
Neither laziness nor lack of motivation is to blame– not even writer’s block. One day I just woke up and my fingers weren’t too excited to tap the keys. Point is, one could be so passionately attached and invested into something for a very long time and lose all interest in a pop. We may snap out of it or we may not, we can’t really tell. What I know is, for a logophile that I am, I will always come back.

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