Soon, I will find the right ingredient to get over the "starts" syndrome

In the past many many moons, I was all about "starts" and "no follow through". I did promise to write more but I didn't really get that chance to convince my psyche to work with me for free. Everything has a price, even my own motivation. Why the sudden change of heart and here I am typing away my bottled-up thoughts of the many months that passed me by, you ask?

I woke up today brimming with passion for life, living and loving. I'm on a MISSION.

happy is the smallest fraction of what we feel

As a whole, life is better if the standard of living in a holistic sense is concerned. 

London took me to a journey of lifelong reflection and remembrance. It made me realise that life is for living; you dance the tango in any way you like. It's been years 3 years and 8 months since I did cha-cha on the tango. It was enlivening. 

Norwich is over two hours by train. In short, it's not a real, great distance. Point A to B within Manila is worse. Life is not the dance of tango but an intermittent burst into a song. You get to see and feel the build up of spirit, body and soul to a crescendo before it reverberates a full blast melody. It could be a tune of love, hate, ambivalence or a mere feeling. 

I am not saying I am happy but I am not saying I am sad either. Let's put it this way: I would remember the smallest of details like the colour of my duvet and socks and its designs. I would be able to recollect the texture and smell of fresh flowers and sun-dried clothes. I've been more aware of my heartbeat and its changes over the course of hundreds of seconds. I mean this to say that I'm more self-aware. 

I have major work challenges (as we all do), relationship strain, family struggles, friendship lulls and many more. If in London, I could easily drag my kicking and screaming friends to Soho and all strifes would be doused with hard talks and a cappucino. In Norwich, I could scream my head off in the living room and the well-built double glazing of the patio door would numb it. 

As a whole, life is better. I learn that external influences truly help so do with the tenacity of internal being.

musing - part .... infinity, volume 1

Generally, to speak of the truth is always tricky. It is more tricky when you speak of the truth that's contrary to common belief. It is at its most tricky when you speak of the truth that you truly believe in while some, if not most, think of it as a big lump of farce. It is at its worst when you eventually find out that you are the last person to know about the truth because you hide the surprise for too long that the unicorn is already rotting dead. 

It's been a long while since I blogged.

I talk to myself most of the time. However, I find it best that I see the written words of my thoughts rather than imagining these formed letters floating just above my forehead, instantly gone by the slightest of  distractions. It is good to have my will to do a blog overcoming the bucolic, lazy time. Since this is the sanctuary where my lies and truthfulness wear discreet masks, I'm glad I made this first entry in months.

To avoid digressing, the highest level of trickery of truth is the effect. I hate questions for they don't help. They exacerbate.

nearly clear skies

My parents are nagging me to come home soon. This week, I finally got my return tickets (Emirates) so they're in for a wonderful surprise. I will just show up at our doorstep and see how they react.

Family members don't read this blog so I'm safe I guess.

the quirkier it is, the better

There are times plain socks do it for me but not during the cold season.

warmer

Few weeks left.

It's definitely warmer now this winter.

gimme a P

winter

I intend to make my blogs short in the coming months. I bet my very few followers just sighed heavily out of relief. The reason behind the selfie post is the gloating that I feel like sharing. I lost a few kilos in the last few weeks (although it's nothing to Gelo's horrifying weight loss of nearly a stone). It's true that your confidence grows when you feel good about yourself.

Let's see how long I'd be able to keep it... now that Christmas temptations are around the corner.

I miss London

... except the hundreds of people invading my personal space in public.

countless Saturday nights in

... and I aint complaining.