What happened to this journal?
“Growing up never ends”
Have you ever come across a blog filled with emotional posts? We all did, at some point. This blog, in fact, started out like that – emotional and narcissistic.
Blogging, I’ve realized, can be more that. Instead of belting out our frustrations and hatred about this world, why not turn it around?
So starting today, I’ve decided to pursue this idea inside my head. I hereby present you the #Adulting.
“… a time to tear down and a time to build”
-Ecclesiastes 3:3 (NIV)
This blog’s been a witness to my silence. In fact, the latest post I’ve had is a photo essay due long ago. And there are other things I’ve yet to publish and share. So many things.
I betrayed my self – again. So much has passed: A trip to Bohol, a thesis about to be done, a new job, another flourishing job, an awesome family, and wrecked social life, a friend who said goodbye.
Things mentioned above are worth a blog post (at least in my own perspective). But I haven’t written anything. I haven’t written at all.
There’s something wrong.
I’ve stopped trying to figure out what.
I must just be tired. I am tired.
But I can’t remain this way. To the reader of this post, I’m telling you, there’s so much rebuilding to be done.
EM’s very first photo essay. She seeks to tell our stories. Set in simple black white, this photo essay will take you into Cebu’s story. Take a peek at this simple collection which collaborates culture, motion, and most especially, you.
You know what I did. Or more precisely, what I didn’t
And what’s worse, I don’t even feel an ounce of guilt. But I’ll say sorry anyway.
So last month, I challenged myself to post pending blog entries. Check this blog post to know what I’m talking about. If in case I failed to do so, I obliged myself to abstain from Ice Cream at ALL cost (yeah, it’s as silly as it sounds).
Since you’re reading an Apology Note, I guess you know what happened. I completed at least up to number 2, and there were 5 posts to complete. Talk about lazy bloggers.
I apologize. I am sorry. And yes, I am not supposed to eat Ice Cream for the WHOLE (VERY LOOOONG) month of AUGUST.
Lesson learned? Irresponsibility will soon snatch you of your lawful human right to eat Ice Cream.