I have not had enough time this year to write anything or even update my blog. I can't even remember when was the last time I actually wrote something here to inform my friends and those who follow this blog what has been happening in my life ever since 2011 began.
I can probably some up the first half of 2011 with two words: emotionally turbulent. More than being a rollercoaster ride of emotions, life this first six months of the year was a little harsh. Okay, not a little. Quite.
I have been thinking a lot of so many things in my life. And everytime I analyze things, the face of my friend Georgina Tumamao will always pop in my head, reminding me, through a self-help book she pulled out from one of the shelves in Fully Booked Bonifacio High Street while I was sitting and munching on the White Hat yogurt a couple of my other friends and I were enjoying, that I need to take an aggressive course of action and to not just simply analyze things endlessly.
Well, George, if you happen to chance upon this blog entry, I am sorry but I am still analyzing. Don't get me wrong. I did take a course of action but I haven't mustered all courage yet to sustain the course of action I set forth.
Nonetheless, after much introspection, I have now realized I need to take charge of my own happiness and I need to stop analyzing things. Like what a friend said, masochism or martyrdom is only appropriately reciprocated in dreams or in telenovelas.
