I bid goodbye to school, started a career in the realm of mechanical corporate "handicraft", moved from one house to another then back, had a taste of what it was like to be unfaithful, separated from a so-called husband, found a good friend and lost him at once, and got used to endless clashings of principles with mom --- all within a year. And who knows if a stronger bump is still coming, besides, there's still over a month before the year ends.
In all those crazy melodramatic scenes I can't believe my life had in history, I never stopped thinking, contemplating, having a hard time to decide if i should call myself stupid or not.

The good friend I lost told he knows I'm tired of the drama. Am I, really? I guess I'm afraid to face the fact that I'm living a helluva dramatic life. I mean, who wanted drama in the first place?

I am starting this new blog inspired by a blog entry i read yesterday which says writing is like hooking up with a muse. You must share each day with the muse to keep the relationship going and really try to consistently do so. There will be times when you just couldn't think of something sensible to write, but even in those times you have to write. At least, in case the muse decides to call it off with you, you can outrightly say you kept the relationship going.
And so... i start this site with the promise to keep in touch with the muse.

i've had too many episodes crammed up, which gives me much more reason to write; to be able to track down my own musings.