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?→
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?
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?→
There are so many times that I mentioned (apart from quoting Shakespeare) how life is like one big game or stage and [almost] everyone becomes involved the moment we’re born.
It’s unfair — really — to be an infant and not given a choice but to start playing the game. Getting dumped in without knowing the rules of the game is even worse since not everyone has the privilege of having wise parents and/or mentors to guide us through.
Role Models, Anyone?
There’s a growing lack of good role models lately unlike when I was younger. All I see now are twerking, trucker/potty mouthed, debauched, pedos, lying-through-their-teeth, almost naked public figures who bask in the media’s attention even if it’s in a negative context. It seems as if attaining stardom is becoming a contest on “who’s the vilest” out there. Continue reading Are You In?→
I’ve been rather neglectful in posting something — anything — for the past couple of weeks. I can blame it to the catastrophe that struck my country recently and the survivor’s guilt I was beset with after seeing numerous pictures of the poor, unfortunate souls who are still struggling to survive to this moment . . . whilst I tap my shaky fingers on my keyboard.
Anyway, there are plenty of things to blame for my neglect. And that includes my recently emptied head. After all, I can’t always have a lot of pertinent stuff to share.
Somehow, tragedy — even if I was indirectly involved — leaves the brain cleanly swept for no other reason than the lack of significant topics to ponder on. Inasmuch as I would like to rant on and on about the injustice nature strikes us with, I cannot for fear that I will be rightfully certified as a cuckoo-coo-choo.