Owing an Explanation

All is well, no one fret or call the cops.

I am still alive and well, just extremely busy with personal, social, and work goings-on. In the process, there has also been an undercurrent of mastering the art of multi-tasking, i.e. listening to a conversation over dinner while thinking about work, and answering text messages regarding household renovation tasks.

Pretty boring basic stuff, so no more of the really 'yawnable' (I just invented that word haha) details.

I just thought I should let you know.

Will try to write soon. So many things pop into my head every now and then, about stuff I most def have to write aboout. But by the time I sit down in front of my laptop, the thoughts have been replaced by more urgent, pressing ones (blah blah blah).

So, my dear blogger friends, be patient. I trust I shall have something of wit or value to write once the chaos of tasks in my head calms down and forms itself into a manageable To-Do List.

But just a snippet I couldn't resist:

I used to be really proud of my college education. It strengthened my conscience, I thought, because it taught me to have hope in all things, and stand for change for the better, instead of just standing in the way of it. I always assumed in my pretty little head that most other friends from the same college shared the same ideal and the same principles. Sadly, I was mistaken, and truth slapped me across the cheek just the other night when I found out that a dear friend of mine had only apathy for the current social situation in the Philippines, and, like most others, his idea of a better life was 'anywhere but here'. I couldn't help but sigh. The slap stung like truth always does, but disapoointment felt worse. It was a plane crashing into the waves of my soul. One less soldier for my friend, Manila, and 2 years of philosophy and theology, down the drain.

Just like that.

And then we went to a videoke and just sang the night away.