First, I would like to formally announce that I have failed to create a special year-end post for all of my readers (not that there are many of you), and that I am very much sorry for it. The thing is, I am just getting lazier and lazier and lazier. Nothing much in there.
But above all, I know for a fact that I owe this blog, a breath of fresh new words. This blog has served its purpose really well, and I cannot thank you guys more for making it seem like something I can use in the near future, or even right at this very moment. If not for this blog, I would not have traveled places, and perhaps I am still but a coward little girl. I am still coward though, but not that much already.
How was my 2013? It was rather grand. If in 2012 I had discovered myself, I learned what that self can do this 2013. It somehow focused on my professional career, not that I have something established already, but let us just say that I became much more conscious about what will happen to me after college. I pretty much realized the world there is way way bigger than the world I have now.
One thing to ponder: you won't get anywhere without... breaking your curfew. Yes, as easy as that. The thing is, I am not that kind of teenager that will go partying late at night, at least not anymore, and it is always a thing to me when I go home late. There is a world beyond what the morning can bring, and it is sometimes better and more promising than what the daylight have, and there is a lot more opportunity there, I suppose.
Know what you want and do it. My classmates sometimes find it a bit weird that I am too deterministic about my writing. It is not that I am showing off what I can do, it is just that this is the only thing that I want to do, and I want to do it. As simple as that. I got published in Rappler, our university's literary portfolio, won several writing contests, made it to a legitimate writing job (and quit) and others, but at the end of the day, I just really want to write. Nothing more in there.
Holy shit for romance. I do not know anymore. Here goes the irony, as much as I am very deterministic on my writing, I am that indecisive on my... romantic life. Not love life. I've got all the love I have in here. But I am still young, and I am not going anywhere actually.
I was not able to meet new people, or at least some who made a mark, that is one reason why I was not able to come up with a legitimate drop-down lists that I used to do. But I was drawn closer to the people I knew way back, and I never knew they were that awesome. I am so fucking real when I am with them.
The question now is... what is next?
Perhaps that graham cake in the fridge.