Begin Again

 

Ulun Danu Temple Bali, Indonesia June 2015

I thought of starting another blog under a different pseudonym but my attempts were not successful. It’s not that I cannot get enough viewers but I just can’t bring myself to upload my latest writing for reasons that I cannot figure out.

It was until 2013 when I was consistently posting in this blog but due to my crazy schedule and sometimes me being lazy, the posts gradually stopped after almost five years. I tried to continue to post every now and then but I just can’t seem to find the correct rhythm again, even tried reinventing my style but then, I just can’t seem to get it altogether.

So much has happened since 2013, I am living a totally different life now and I am back here on my blog. I will try to write as much as I can to share with you my experiences, realizations, places I’ve been to…anything that I seems worthy of a post.

While I was thinking of going into blogging again, I realized that this blog is indeed a piece of me, a reflection of myself and while I can always change as a person (hopefully for a better) even reinvent myself to a better version there is no escaping who I was, who I am, what’s in the core of my being. So after all the procrastinations and hesitations, I decided to resurrect this blog, pick up from where I left off. There is no need for a new blog site but…

It’s time to BEGIN AGAIN…

P.S. Apologies for using a gloomy picture for a post aiming for a positive restart. While it seems gloomy being there really 

How I wish there are instances in life where you can just pick up from where you left off.

Magic of New Beginnings

This post has made the rounds in Facebook recently and surprisingly it showed up on my news feed at the right time, just as when I finally felt like I closed a chapter in my life.

I haven’t posted in this blog for quite a long time, I was actually thinking of closing it since most of my posts were inspired by the now closed chapter. I tried opening a new one but it seems things just won’t seem to work. Maybe I am meant to retain this blog despite my past posts. This is my third attempt at blogging, my longest surviving blog and with the most traffic.

So I’m reviving this blog and embracing the magic of new beginnings despite the traces of my past.

 

I’m Back

It’s been a while since my last blog post. I wasn’t able to write my traditional recap of the past year. And for the first time, I did not receive an applause from wordpress 😦 Needless to say, I was so busy with work and school. I miss writing so much especially since I was in an over thinking mode the past few months. A lot of things happened lately but now I’m back 🙂 I have changed the theme of my blog as you might have noticed. I’m trying to invite a more positive vibes and stick with my brilliant sunshine mantra by sticking with a brightly colored theme. I’m still busy with work but I’m on leave from school so I’m hoping to catch up in sharing with you my experiences for the past months. I hope you guys are still out there.

Three years and counting

After three consecutive blog posts for the past three days, I realized this morning that it’s my blog’s anniversary month.

I haven’t been writing much lately because of my super busy schedule, nothing has changed but surprisingly I was able to write the past three days. I guess it’s true pain can bring out the hidden literary side in us, just like being in love (of course).

Thanks to those who contributed to the 41,971 hits especially to the 20 internet users who hit the like button (I received the 20th like award this morning). Thanks for taking time to read some of my 178 posts. I don’t know if I inspired you or somehow enlightened you by my crazy stories. I hope I wasn’t able to infect you with my cynicism, just in case I did, I am sorry.

A million thanks to all of you who took time reading this blog as I narrate what I went through the past three years. From being a K-drama fan girl to the serious yuppie, from being hopeless romantic to simply being hopeless, from being idealistic to being cynical, from Philippines to the rest of Asia, from Thomasian to Atenean, from oil and gas to baby powder, I guess I have written even just a gist of my transformations, ups and downs and adventures.

Looking back I am once again on the same situation as when I started this blog, planning on leaving my job, still writing about a love that got lost somewhere. As a song goes, “you get addicted to a certain kind of sadness”. For now, it holds true for me but tomorrow I am hoping that once again there’ll be a brilliant sunshine shining on me.

Again, a million thanks.

2011 in review

Thanks to everyone who dropped by my blog 🙂

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2011 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 14,000 times in 2011. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 5 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

Click here to see the complete report.

Being Followed

You’re following me, I know. I tried to deny it from you but there’s no use, my entries were so obvious. Yes, you found me in cyberspace. I won’t change this blog’s name neither would I relocate, you can keep on following me. But please, please, please, please, don’t tell anyone about this. Also, I have another favor to ask, let’s pretend that I don’t know that you’re following me and that you’re not aware that I’m the owner of this blog 🙂 Thanks.

Anonymous

My blog has reached 29,ooo plus hits after two years of existence, I don’t know if I have any avid followers but thanks to those who spent their time reading my entries. My friends know that I have a blog but none of them knows its name, I never revealed it to anyone, I chose to write under a pseudonym, I chose to write anonymously. But why? Maybe because there is some pressure when you are aware that the people who know you personally reads your writings, they’ll discover a side of you, good or bad, that you don’t want to reveal, emotions that you don’t want to share with them, things that you want to keep to yourself but you want to immortalize through the modern way of writing in cyberspace. I cannot think of any exact reason why but I’m keeping it this way.

Writing

In front of the bright liquid crystal display, my fingers touch the keys, the world slowly comes into silence, people around me vanish, I am now alone, away from the world that I am living in. I am now entering a world that I’ve created, my temporary escape. Thoughts begin to flow, my emotions slowly outpours, my logic rallies as I hit the keys to transform them into hopefully meaningful strings of words. Words, which I hope to bring joy, inspire and make others see more clearly or sometimes just to simply make them smile.

I want to write today, in the midst of a supposed to be super busy day but ironically, now that I have some time to spare in sharing some words, I can’t think of anything to write. All I know is, I want to write but I can’t seem to organize my thoughts on the subjects I could think of. I also couldn’t decide if I should write more about my fave K-dramas and personalities. I just want to hit these keys hoping to come out with something meaningful. 

Writing as I often say, is my easiest escape not that I want to escape from anything today, it’s just that writing makes me feel better. If it feels like things are in a mess I could easily dump my emotional garbage in the cyberspace then I’ll be free. Surprisingly when I write about negative emotions I find myself enligthened as I finish, that’s why I often write prayers at the bottom of some of my articles. If I’m happ,y sharing it makes me happier, it’s like appreciating more the goodness of life, as I hope that I can pass on the happiness to others as well. ‘Til my next blog entry 🙂



Where do we really live?

Where do we really live in a world we physically touch or in a world we imagine?

I was watching the English version of the Korean hit, My Sassy Girl; I’m not sure if I was able to hear the words accurately but the question really got me.

Ayala Avenue, the 9^th and 4^th floors of building one, as well as the 2^nd floor of building two, all these were true, once upon a time you existed. Any person alive can see these things but they won’t appear just the same to them as it is to me. Ayala Avenue will be one of the country’s major and busiest avenues and the two buildings will always mean business for all of us but to me they are more than just that. I can touch them, see them, feel them, smell them or even taste them, that is a fact, they are real they exist. But aside from living in this physical world, I imagine a world far different from what really exist, fuelled by the flicker of hope that one day I will still see you and have a chance with you, that flicker is weakening day by day. Him walking along Ayala Avenue bumping into me, sharing some sort of a small talk about the world we used to belong, his smile that makes me forget all the sense of logic that I could have, these were all true, it was once true but not until the day when coming into the place we used to belong together isn’t any more a part of his daily routine. All I could do now is reminisce, go back to these memories, the only thing that can never be changed, it’s real, once upon a time it did happen. You are always present in the world I imagine but in the physical world we are in to, I’m not even sure if you can still remember me. The places I’ve mentioned surely means a whole lot different for you because I am not, wasn’t and maybe will never be a part of your world. 

“A very old supposed to be blog entry, I found it last weekend while I was trying to organize my files. It feels like the one who wrote it is a stranger.”

Better late than never…

My blog celebrated it’s anniversary last May 25 but I wasn’t able to write an anniversary blog with my now too tight schedule. I would just like to thank all my readers for the time they spent reading my articles. I would also like to thank them for the comments. I know it’s been a while since I last posted an article and as much as I want to, I can’t promise to post more often since I’m in the adjustment phase of my new found job. To all those people who contributed in one way or another to this blog, thank you. Lastly, thank God for giving me the gift of time and the confindence to share my thoughts and feelings in this blog ‘though I’m not really a writer. Again,

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY

and

THANK YOU!