Waking Up

I'm waking up from that long blogging hibernation. That long break wasn't exactly because I had a lot of things to do (academic and non-academic), but it was also because the raging winds in manila has not given me enough time to process things out and make good sense of what has happened recently. Has anything significant happened to me lately? Definitely.

"I heard!"

So you heard! There was a lot of asking around and people wondering whatever happened in between. Sometimes I get the patience to make a summary, sometimes, I just don't know how to put that short span of time, in a shorter talking time. I mean, not that it's really a story to tell, but then, it seems like for them it's a story to hear. It really isn't easy to share. I don't exactly have a concept map for it yet, but i know I'll eventually make better sense of what happened. If it were like two points making a straight line, it would have been easier to tell. the blogging world would have been the first to know about it. However like two points with a lot of loops and squiggly lines in between, that's how things somehow started and happened.

i guess I've been talking too much. and I've been hearing myself over and over again trying to narrate what just happened. And here's what I found out to be the easier way of telling the story: "the magician never reveals his magic," or like, "Poof! it became Koko Krunch!"

share the happiness in different ways, like through a smile, perhaps? no words, no story, but a smile that says, "i'm happy, let's just keep it that way for a little while".

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My wall is filled with post-its of ideas, of concepts, of thoughts, of remembrances and reminders of what happened, of that awful movie, of that windy night, of those study nights, of those coffee days/nights, of those short walks to mrs.fields, of those short meetings at 7/11, of those talking and laughing and sharing pictures of the past, not so past and recent happening, of those podcasts and thrilling trailers and thrillers, of that trip to UP Diliman, of that QC day, of good mornings and good nights, of good dinners and good meriendas, of the food i can't finish, of the food you can't eat like shrimps and crabs and lobsters, and of course, of that future, of our hopes, of those dreams and wonderings, of what's more to come, of what's there to do, of the why's and how's we ask from time to time.

what's for tomorrow? post-it reads, I'll see you.