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Its almost a full year since I wrote anything down. Not just in this blog, but in and for a lot of things too. I can barely remember the last topics I wrote about, for school and acads, or the last time I wrote anything for that matter. Nor have I typed away on a blog, or scratched a pen against paper, to answer an eternal thirst within me to put into writing, the thoughts that overwhelm me and the feelings that spill from my heart, on many varied things, unto many varied things.

I will try to write again.

Though now thinking about it, I do remember a couple of stories, poems and lyrics of songs that I have managed to write, on paper. Pathetic attempts at writing any good, really. But I do stand by them as decent work. I do stand by the fact that they are attempts; genuine attempts. Perhaps I haven't had a writing drought as serious as I perceive I have. Writing is close to my heart, and I breathe it along with the literature of every day sights and sounds. To walk the talk (or the print) is what I yet to discover, or do.

But a point remains that for my many blogs, including this one, I have been a sorry example of a blogger with ningas cogon. Its a supposed Filipino trait where one is ecstatic at beginning things but utterly fails to follow through. That is what I have been. Obviously. I can show you my other blogs, to make the point clearer. Perhaps another time though. Sadly, it's not just in my literature and life chronicling but also in my life itself, that I am failing. Academics, health, spirituality, etcetera. Name it, and I have endless lists of examples of how I wholeheartedly started a thousand things, but ended up failing to accomplish what I set out to do...

So much for that... and talk about drama. Too much for this fresh start. I'll keep this senseless thought babble, este, bubble on the fact that I have utterly missed blogging, writing or expressing, whatever you call it. I miss sharing thoughts and hearing them from people. I miss imagining things.

But most of all I am missing a lot from life. I've always thought that writing, literature is fundamental to humanity as the idea of a soul is. To write is to express and to express is to live. For what is the life you live but a expression and impression on this world, nay, universe we live in?

So much for a thousand blogs and a thousand false starts in life. I hope, and I will sincerely try and do, a real start. This time to actually achieve my goals, any goal. Ok fine, many goals. One memory at a time.

This is me writing.

Mabuhay ang pagmamahal.