It's Been A While

Hey, what's up? You may or may not be asking, "what the heck happened to this blog? I can practically see thick cobwebs in the dusty corners of the screen."

Well...life happened.


Image is from sevenwholedays.org

There's too much big stuff to recount so, as usual, I'll be treating this glaringly white screen as my pensieve. Yes, I took that from JK Rowling.

I'm almost 30 now and paying attention to my age alone means that I'm taking stock of what's been going on so far in my life. First off, I promised myself that as soon as my birthday ends I'll start using those trainers and tight spandex to work my fat butt (no, not really) and belly (yep, for sure) off. There's also making sure to raise up my son so that when I and his dad leave this earth he can stand on his own two feet without a hitch. Then there's financial security - my brain (my wallet and my bank account) doesn't really give me a break when it comes to this one.

Whew. I'm sure there's a lot more that I'm supposed to write about but those are the main things that I really wanted to get off my chest. For now.

I'm starting a new project...finally. I'm hoping to start the other projects that have been taking up permanent residence on my To Do List.

Wish me luck!

The Right Side Of My Bed

Okay, so I've noticed I'm posting a-notch-lower-than-heavy
kind of stuff. Emo to be precise.

So at this point I'm gonna try, really, to inject enthusiasm,
a bit of a cheer, some optimism,
all the non-heavy stuff on my posts.

After all, we have to choose happiness.
I have to stop going with the heavy flow of pessimism or nihilism.
It's not good for my life.

Although I'm pretty certain that Rainy Days will always
evoke a bit of nostalgia, wistfulness, and a sense of solitude in me.
Thus, provoking the flow of my creative juices.
(*cough cough ahem*)
Hence, the name of my blog.

Ah well.
Rainy Days doesn't always mean sadness.
It's all kinds of purging at most. And that's not negative.

So, hopefully, my next post would be a refreshing kind.
Like a fresh summer drizzle.

Cheers.

not a writer. sad.

I don't think I'll ever be a writer.
It's a job, right? A job has deadlines. And what I write, it's not restricted to deadlines. It shouldn't be. It will wither and die if there is a 'date-and/or-time-to-finish' set to it.

Anyhoo, I love the idea of a blog.
However, I think I've been ignoring it for months now.
I just can't seem to write.
Is it a block maybe? There are so many things to write about but for some reason, I can't put it into words. I'm not in a haste to write about anything, but, I feel like a lot of note-worthy things are being missed.
Maybe I should've attempted to write about them now. But I wouldn't be able to give them justice if I do it at this point.

So, they'll just have to wait?

Nah, life starts anew everytime and so would my notes.

fate & free will

just would like to note down one realization:

life is all about our choices.
whatever we choose, that is our fate.
so keep moving forward!