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I'm blogged back in!

I was convinced this morning to bring on back those writing chaps (if any), to touch those keys, to move those neurons, and restart posting blogs. It's a bit awkward to do this all over again and I don't know where to begin, so I started rereading those old posts, and surprisingly I was pretty amazed (flabbergasted maybe) on what I have been writing before. It's funny. It's poignant. And most of the time, it's stupid. But hey, I'm still the same: funny, poignant, stupid. It's also nice to know that there are people reading your blogs. Humility aside, I always thought that I'm just doing this for myself.

I used to keep a lot of blog sites and I will still be keeping them for memento's sakes. Feel free to check them out in Burp If You Must (Friendster) and The World is A++ Subway (Blogspot). It's been 4 years since I have been doing this and kinda realized that I could have earned if I took this seriously. I'm still not taking this seriously though, but earning money is a welcome. My first blog way back in July 1, 2005 was coincidentally about getting back on something. And since I really have nothing in mind to write about and this one aptly explains my current state of being, so here you go. Chap, chap.

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Posted on July 1, 2005

Welcome, space! The things that I do right now are (fill in the blank). I really don’t know what I have been doing right now. All I know is that I missed Iloilo, the urban niche, where I can get private! I am here in Dumaguete City, trying to thrive on greener pasteur (take it literally!). Working is tough, but I have been enjoying. The fruits will be soon ripe…. It’s all a matter of patience.

This is the time when I am experiencing the longest days of my lives. When listening to "melancholy and infinite sadness" songs has become an everyday ritual rather than a emo-pasttime. This is the time when I look for mementos of my teenage past, my non-working days, my has-all-the-time-and-energy-but-no-money-era and dwell on them and eventually become emotional. Gone were the days of my gig-jumping, my NU-in-the-morning, and my days of being wild. This will be a long one, and my patience is running out…

I’m 20 and I am dying to die… (kidding!). It’s almost a decade when I was 19. And the fun is still ‘half-empty.’

Read me, I am dying for attention. And the things that I will be doing later are (fill in the blank). Patria-Adorada, region del sol….