Forced Blogging

I'd like to think that my blogs have been missing me.

But so far, so stuck. While the infamous A(H1N1) hasn't gotten me yet, writer's block has. Maybe Plurk really is eating the part of my brain that's reserved for this kind of blabbering--after all, Plurk (or Twitter) is the ultimate blabber's heaven. Who can resist the allure of talking nonsense in cute little doses? See, you don't even have to organize your thoughts into paragraphs!

Urggh. Or maybe I'm caught up in my personal life, and in my so-called academic life. Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm back together with my one and only...and I shifted into my dream course already. Life is good.

I have a six-day school week, with a maximum of 2 subjects per day (with 71/2 hours break between them). No wonder I feel like a bum. And inspiration is still on leave, I think.

So I'm off to watch an episode of True Blood. If you happen to bump into inspiration, tell her I'm still waiting.

Missing Persons

missing

adj.

1. a. Not present; absent.

b. Lost: a missing person; soldiers missing in action.

2. Lacking; wanting: This book has 12 missing pages.

Definition number one.

I am missing once again. Uurgh, I hate being lost. But somewhere in the confusion, I left the good side of me behind and I have to get it back.

Definition number two.

I am also missing people, or at least, the kind of relationships I had with these people. All my relationships are either undergoing major repairs, lost in outer space, or frustratingly undefined.

I feel that I have to fix me and fix those relationships gone haywire before everyone important to me goes missing too.

Really now, gimme my old life back. Because this new one is f*cking depressing.

(And as if on cue, my media player starts playing John Mayer's In Repair.)

Minsan talaga parang pinagtritripan ka ng mundo.

Always a work in progress.