I've been a little mia. With friends, in the blogosphere, in the filipino community. I think it's my desperate need to detach from everything every few months or so, in order to reevaluate and grow. That, or I'm quite transient when I have no housing. Either way, I'd like to think I'm back
I've been blogging about the most insignificant things for 944 lately. I posted a largely hateful rant against facebook-politicos who spend more time advocating the fbook facelift than anything of actual significance. While I believed everyword I put, my conviction was severely lacking. I've also bloggged about Palin over five times, and still don't know too much about her.
School's starting, and for the first time, it's not my number one priority (ha, I kid). In fact it's probably more around number 4 on the important list, making way for my 2 jobs and 1 internship. I think next quarter will be a delicious hell, chocked full of energy drinks and panic attacks. Hope the boyfriend is ready for my bipolarity, though with everything we've already been through, don't have much to worry about.
Summer has transformed since the summer of childhood. The pool visits are replaced with 15 min breaks from full time gigs, the bikini has evolved into three piece business suits. It's nice, but, responsibly so.