Wow. This all feels surreal. I stopped writing ages ago. Three years have gone by, and a lot of things have changed since then.
I don’t even know where to start. Not that I’ve run out of ideas to share or write about, it’s the idea that I haven’t done this in such a long time, it kind of feels like learning to walk again. I was even fighting the thought of not touching this for nostalgia’s sake. Start over and create a new blog. I might have found this too tempting to pass on, so here I am, writing anew.
I’m also kind of wondering why I didn’t think of doing this four weeks ago, when I was staying home dead and bored. Funny, I thought I had better things to do while waiting to see if I’d be transferred to another account and how long I needed to wait. Now that I’m getting busy again, here’s this old journal, waiting and pleading for a new update from its master.
Ok, so where exactly do I start? Other than here, I don’t really like talking about myself, but I guess a simple introduction won’t hurt.
My old blogs are a reminder that the past is there, not to bring back things, but to learn from it. I am almost tempted to delete this and the betongski link, but for what? I enjoy looking back sometimes, laughing at myself for all the stupid things before. It’s like a time warp back to a too familiar place.
I am thirty-one now, a lot older, a bit wiser, mellower, more mature. I no longer write to impress, as if an audience somewhere is secretly enjoying my daily ramblings. Mellower, yes, and yet, I can now write freely without thinking of offending anyone. I care less about everyone else, and I am no longer affected by what anyone else thinks of me.
Here I am, recently and happily married. Three years ago I was this melodramatic, pathetic mush looking to spending forever with whoever the unlucky woman would be.
I work as a supervisor in a call center somewhere in Ortigas, and if one thing hasn’t changed, it’s my work. So forward to 2012, here I am, on the cusp of leaving. Yet again. Details to follow.