Me and YABZ. I will spill her name next time. For now, puke on these faces! HAHAH! :P
I don't know. I don't know so many things. I don't know so many things about myself. I don't know how to wake up early on a daily basis. I don't know how to doze off early enough to get a good enough sleep. I don't know why I am so lazy. ( Okay maybe I do, but my back-up reasons are just not enough.) I don't know why Pareng Antok seems to be avoiding me during the times when I am SUPPOSE to sleep because I have a 9am internship duty tomorrow. I don't why I seem to be having so much fun laughing. Laughing with other people, at other people, at myself and all by myself thinking of other people and thinking of my past-self. GAHD. and this! I don't even know why I'm continuing this silly,whimsical,child-like post when I know from the very first syllable this is already a totally new addition to my bunch of junky notes or thoughts. I don't know why I can't help but stare at people! I KNOW IT IS RUDE! But I just can't help it, I know I'm staring but I don't know that I'm so absofuckinglutely obvious that my Yabz is starting to think that I don't have social manners. (Ma, I know! I know that one of the most vital things you tried to impart to me when I was still your toddler was "manners" in so many sense. And I could still clearly remember that you told me it's rude to stare. I'm sorry.) So now, I don't really know how to do it but I will try to be very aware of my eyes' functions and directions at a given time so that before I my subliminal could psyche me into staring I already stopped myself CONSCIOUSLY. wooh! I'm ranting. THAT! I know. I'm ranting because I don't know so many things. I'm 20, turning 21 almost 5 months from now and I'm so full of this I don't know crap about myself. I don't why I'm stressing on this.
But there's one thing I know though.
(I miss blogging. NAKS! Palakas sa blogspot chuva! HAHAH!) I miss this!
And so I resolve.....
Even though I know I'm not a brilliant writer I will continue to write and write and write just like the old times. I don't even know if I can be called a "writer" in its strictest, purest, most understood and accepted sense but I will continue to use the power of the written word to whatever and however it will be useful to me and to the world. :P
Yes, I am a Rizallian. (Oopsss! not that "cult" for Rizal thingy okay?) I believe that the pen is mightier than the sword. I believe in the power of the written word. :))
So this entry is definitely a RESTART. Welcome me again! :P
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