Mood: chillin'
Topic: Spill
1. I will be spending next week in Bataan.
2. In case I won't be able to greet you on your birthday, I would like to greet a good friend, RC, a happy one!
3. I am looking forward to getting a part time job next semester so that I can enroll in Steps dance studio.
I just feel weird now that I have completely deleted my old blog. (To be completely honest, I am not even sure if my blog was still there. A few people, including yours truly, had been complaining that my arcangel blog has been inaccessible for the past month. That is actually the reason why I decided to get rid of it.) I just hope that gone with my old blog are things that should already be forgotten. And with the new one, I am looking forward to new thrills and adventures that will give my life the twist and color it seeks.
My ex-girlfriend called me up two nights ago. There was actually nothing new in our conversation. It was a usual "how are you?" conversation most people do (at least most people I know of) to their close friends to update each other. Actually, I can't say that it was usual (in the strict sense) because we rarely talk to each other nowadays but usual because the routine is basically the same. We would update each other, tease each other and even talk about our very own "happy moments".
I haven't really put much thought on our "routine" until recently. One night, after exchanging a few text messages with a good friend (not my ex-girlfriend); I decided to write something for my blog. So I grabbed a piece of bluebook I spotted under my mattress. The blue book has something written in it--another blog entry that failed to make it online. (I won't just post my sucky writing; at least not with those predatory twits around. It takes a great deal of courage and audacity to post something that is susceptible to the eyes of those self-righteous twits. Di halatang galit ako sa kanila. Hehe.) It was written after a conversation with my ex-girlfriend dated August 1, 2004.
After reading the bluebook's contents, I can't help but feel surprised. Most of its contents were actually similar to our recent conversation. In fact, there are even phrases and lines there that were like de ja vu's or, even more, de ja entendu's. Reading all those things made me wonder. Am I on a time warp? Why do some things (mostly my problems) still remain the same despite the time that had passed? Why can't I move on? Haven't I solved anything? Apparently, I have not. Much has to be dealt with.
What I know is that--like always--she will always be there for me.