SIGH!

Blogger, you're killing me. You worked for a day then it was back to haywire and now you're working again. But for how long? Ggrrr!

Anyway, I just wondered why most of my friends don't blog? Maybe they don't have the patience to maintain one or I just have too much time on my hands, hahaha! Wait till I go back to slaving on those 12-hour shifts. But I do remember that back in college, I was the only one who actually wrote letters (no email yet!) regularly to barkadas who went away to UP to study. I don't know, I love writing. Whether I'm any good at it, I don't really know. But it's always been my way of venting, of expressing what I can't say out loud without me breaking into histrionics, harhar. I'm a lot more sane if I write things down. Jeez... I really think I'm in the wrong profession sometimes.

And speaking of UP... there's another frustration. I guess all that letter-writing was also my way of living vicariously off my friends. I wanted so much to go away to study for college but my dad absolutely refused. He's an ultraconservative and he believed that going away from home and being exposed to the world without parents around would turn me into a pothead (or worse), get me pregnant, or some other dire consequence that only he knew about. So I stayed in good old Zamboanga. I didn't turn into any of those things but I still managed to get away with some crazy stuff, some of which my father doesn't know about to this day (thanks to my kunsintidora friends... love you, guys!).

But everything happened for a reason, I suppose. All in all, life's been good.

And I hope blogger holds up.