Cobwebs In My Blog

I apologize for not keeping my blog updated.

I do have reasons...and on my opinion, my reasons are valid. Well. I might as well say I'm biased on my valid reasons. But still, they are reasons.

Should I even state all of it here would mean for you to tap your fingers impatiently and roll your eyes in reading those reasons...or worse, you would skip reading this post. :(

Worst than that, you cancel this page and forbid yourself to never ever read my blog again and then I'll find not only cobwebs in my blog but a hollow site, zero followers and a broken heart, my heart. T-T It's a terrible crime for you to do that on a girl who just got busy because she realized she could see a career as a writer with pay!

Oh yeah, that's the good part. 

Can you believe it? 

Me? Getting paid? For just doing what I love to do? Opportunity came knocking on the door at January 1, 2011...at exactly 7:33:11 A.M. Then the rest of the details are history or I might say too long to be written on one post.

I might get busy though with work but my blog, my oh-so-beloved blog will always be in my heart.

To show how much I love my blog, you'll be seeing 30 or more posts on my blog before January ends. 

I'm not only doing this for that reason only. I'm practicing my creative side of the brain to squeeze out more things to write about. It will really help me with my freelance writing to pick up the pace or else I'd look really immature and unprofessional-like. 

So there, I ranted what I want to rant about. 

Now I'll blog about what I want to blog about. And keep these filthy cobwebs out.

A New Game For Me

After lolling around the house for quite sometime now...

I found an odd set of cardboards on top of the refrigerator.

(The ref I have a habit of opening and closing its door when I go inside my parents' room. It became a habit because most of the time it had lots of food in it but for tonight, there wasn't much...)

The cardboards, of what I've observed, were new in my parents' clutter. I thought it was just nothing…but it wasn’t…

It had black prints on it…some with tea cups, houses, garden tools and lots of words…inspirational words...ones that the reader reckon should do.

That’s where an idea hit me. A new game. For me.

This game might actually be the push that I need. These 38 cards (which I can’t tell you what’s written in it) shall be a game I like to call ‘Trucs a Faire’ meaning ‘Things to Do’.

If you had read my feeling-down post: 23 at 23. That’s where I got the name of the game from. I have been feeling down lately.

And somehow, this new game came to me as an inspiration to get myself out of my own rut.

I love to play games. Except when it comes to ball-games!

Never been a fan of those. Never will be, I guess.

The closest encounter of me actually liking sports would be playing badminton.

And I still got scared of the shuttlecock hitting me on the face.

That’s my status with athleticism. I’m pretty much geeky.

But this…tehehe…I have a thing for. I love to make the mechanics myself.

It keeps my brain working really well, making it my own kind of game.

Well, I can’t say it as original for the fact that I didn’t make the cards.

But the mechanics of the game, maybe for that I can take credit for.

Anyway, the mechanics can be a toughie, too.

I need it to be fool-proof. Actually, GENN-PROOF.

I’m playing against myself, my tardy self.

So, it can be pretty hard to make rules that won’t have a loophole.

I know myself well that if I want to get out of the game, I will get out of it.

That will make the game faulty meaning if I can’t play it neither other people would especially when they don’t want to play anymore.

I want this game to have a good result, not just for my sake but for the next person I’m going to give it to.

Well, that’s all for now. I really have to think about the mechanics of the game and looking at the 38 cards, which I haven’t read all of them yet and I don’t intend to because it may lost the surprise factor, is already giving me the chills.

I haven’t picked a card to do yet and I won’t, not till I’m ready…now, when will that be?

It also got me thinking, if ever I do finish the game fair and square, I wonder…what changes it would do. I hope it’s the good kind.

Welcome To My Passion

Passion: (when use as a verb)  

*to endure.

*that of "strong liking, enthusiasm, predilection"

according to Online Etymology Dictionary.

This is how I feel when I write.

Let it be a piece of crummy paper or be it a blog. My love for writing never seems to fade.

I tried not to write. I tried to kick the habit out of my system. I even tried to detoxify myself by not blogging anymore. I did that for some time.

It was pretty hard not to. My mind wandered off thinking about blogging. I have sooooo many great/wacky/crazy/cool ideas and my mind then tells me "hey, you should blog about it." Then sadness fills me up again when reality hits me that: "I stopped blogging."

There were times when I had a great day, one that should be written in books, and I can't help it that I have the urge to just jot it down before I forget what should be written in my history.

So I gave up.

I could not stop writing. My mind would say witty lines that made me laugh and wished every time it did that I was in front of my computer.

So here I am (again) trying to resuscitate my love.
Trying to organize my thoughts to put it in here. (unlike my room which feels like a black hole)

Anyway, I'll be putting up a directory & guidelines about every topic you'll see here.

You'll be hearing from me. ;)

Spread the word, the crazy blogger-slash-frustrated writer is back.

I'm in-Love.