I found myself staring at a blank page for what seemed like an hour or so, trying to find words that I no longer can remember.
Have you been in this situation a lot?
I have… and it’s worse than writer’s block.
I’m prone to rambling and I’ll take this opportunity to apologize because I need to write it down or forever hold my peace. So bear with me if you can as I strive to make sense out of the craziness of it all.
You see, it’s been a cloudy weather inside my fishbowl head for quite some time now. It taunts me and tells me, “Hey! There are a lot to write about. But let’s make it a bit more interesting by making it a bit cloudy so the obvious is not that obvious.” Continue reading Cloudy With A Chance Of Crazy
Yes… it’s been months of radio silence, and I promise that there’s an acceptable reason for it. But before I try to explain my prolonged absence from the Blogosphere, I wanted to tell you something with how crazy this chick can get some or most of the time.
Writing has been and always will be a sort of therapy for me. When things get to overwhelming, I write — whether I’m too happy or I’m too sad. Somehow, I can’t get into the middle ground of the emotional spectrum. Beats me. Continue reading Is It Or Isn’t It?
When you see someone — perhaps a stranger — strutting like he owned the world, have you ever thought that he has issues with self-esteem or if he was born to rule the world with his [too] generous smiles and soft voice?
I wonder how I came to be like this…
Continue reading Stranded Realities
Hope, a four-letter word that means so many things to many people.
Since time immemorial (i.e. the moment I began using this word), I have associated it with everything that is good and positive. Then, as I get older, I began to question the sincerity of every uttered “hope” in conversations — whether verbal or written.
We all hope for many good things — both big and small. But is hope really such a nice word?
Continue reading Abandon Ship
It’s been more than three years that I started blogging and it was just recently that someone asked me why I blog.
I didn’t have a ready answer. Somehow, my usual reason of blogging as an outlet for all my pent-up emotions and overactive thinking is not enough anymore. Somehow, I started to doubt the purpose of this blog.
Back in 2012, I blog as a social experiment and a way to learn how to use WordPress for a job. But then, it evolved into something personal. It became what it is known now as the place where I dump all my mind, feelings/emotions and inspirations. That’s the reason why for all these years, TGBM blog has no structure whatsoever — and it’s fine as it is. It’s not like it’s a multi-million dollar business or something, right? Continue reading Why Do I Blog?