Hello, unemployment! Hello, real world! Am I really ready for this?
Landline by Rainbow Rowell had been waiting for me for more than a year now (truth be told, it’s gathering dust on top of my bookshelf) but I need to finish Fangirl first before I go on and reading it. I can’t just start with a new one without finishing the old one. Anybody guilty like me?
I have two drafts about quitting: smoking and blogging.
I am alive! As inauthentic as that sounded, my blogging life is alive.
School had been such a bum because we were made to do so many things. So many things meaning thesis AND other major subjects. But I am so glad we’re done with it! Of course, except for a few revisions and submitting the final hardbound manuscript. Defense last week went nerve-wracking to chill pill. Ours were split into two because the other panelist was not available (hers was the calmest defense though, so it didn’t really matter). The first one, we were sautéd (ginisa, get it? Get it? No? Okay…) and were put in the hot seats. Boy, am I glad it is over!
Hello! It’s February and I don’t even know what happened that I kept forgetting to write. That is very ironic considering I already bought a domain for me to start typing more.
First of all, welcome to this new space.
I’ve been trying to go back to writing these past few weeks but I just can’t grasp the right words to say.
I want to blog about my Silantro experience courtesy of Jec and my Milky & Sunny visit with Joycee but I feel like talking about them is getting away from what I’m feeling right now.
It’s like putting up a wall and painting it with so many happy colors but not really being that. I’m not happy or excited with life right now. Nothing unsual. Still in this goddam black hole.
I know, so easy to say that you gotta help your self out but sometimes you yourself is the main reason while everything doesn’t seem right.
You know, I really just had to put it our here. So that I won’t look like I’m happy. Just that. Only that.
Also because I don’t get much traffic so I’m confident enough not everyone will care.
I’ll probably start writing about the restaurants after posting this.
I’m so weird.