I'm alive again but I still suck at titles.
To be honest, I thought I've given up on this blog. Okay, I did decide to revert back to the traditional pen and paper journal but I am having a hard time updating it, too. Typing is convenient but writing is more manageable especially when you don't have internet access all the tim
e. You must be thinking what I liar I am for saying that because my FB, Tumblr, and Twitter accounts are
very active. I simply prefer not to use my lappy-toppy when in my room, upstairs. So, there.
Why am I even bothering to update this blog when all I'm doing right now is blabbering nonsense? Should I just keep quiet and let the real bloggers do their thing? My last post was like, November 2010 and it ain't even a real post because it was just a reblog from my Formspring. I can be a loser like that. I'm so sorry, blog. On the other hand, If I tell everything that has happened to me, it'd just be a big snooza-palooza. A couple of phrases and I'm sure you'll immediately click "x" and think, "Story of your life. K."
So what really is the point of this entry? Just because. I have too many memories with this blog. Some of the entries I had wanted to print and stick to my journal back then. I started this when I was in high school, when I was still awesomely crazy with the internet, when I was known as temari in mIRC, as the biggest blueberry cheesecake lover. It was when I still had braces on and I took pride in my rainbow-colored bands. This blog was one of my best friends during my teen years. She was there when I loved, cried, loved, and cried again. When I graduated from MunSci and got accepted in UPM. I bet she was as proud as my parents because I made it to the top state university, and even prouder when I finally got out after a lot of hurdles. Year after year, we "talked" to each other less and less until my posting stopped.
But just like an old friend, she's always there although you don't see one another. You don't need her physical presence to know she's around because... You just know that she is. And when you finally meet each other again, words would just act as limits to everything that you wanna say. Imagine looking at her eyes and getting that twinkle of recognition, of knowing everything that you've gone through, all your emotions. Without words. I guess the world just works wonderfully like that.
That's precisely how I feel with my blog. And you know what, if she were a real person, I think my first words to her would be, "Hey, I got a job now. Would you believe it?" :)
blueberry had a little lamb last 8/01/2011 10:14:00 PM
