I have many things I always wanted to write about. But I can’t seem to get myself to type in a word, until now. I have had several inspirations and ideas but each time I sit here in my desk meaning to put it all into words, they just vanish to thin air. Then I have to put off posting anything in my blogs. I’ve been meaning to post regularly but I procrastinate a lot. I think I don’t have enough motivation anymore.
I wanted to write about how I felt when I first saw that billboard sign over at the highway on our way to work one morning. The sign read, “We need to talk –God”, in bold white letters on black background. And there's this observation I have with peculiar behaviors in our office —having all girls sitting
"back to back", all squeezed into a 42sqm room can really be a riot! (Not to mention all the eating fiascoes!) Then here’s this sadness I feel for not being able to be with my best friend as much as I used to...
I could write on and on before, when I was a lot younger. Well, it’s not that age has gotten into me and has suppressed the creativity I once so freely expressed, I just puked. One day, I just was not writing anymore. Though I always try to keep a journal every year, but I can only manage to scribble a few personal notes on these journals. Now they are all filed away here in a corner of my room.
Today, I will write. I will be talking a lot about life, what’s been eating at my life. It’s not at all bad, I just realized. I am honestly grateful for everything that has happened in my life. The friendships I had and all the joys and pains that have made life worth living all this time…
I will let you in a very personal window through which you can see all my hits and misses at life...
