RESURRECTED.

Hello there again, Tumblr. I know it’s been 7 months or so. 

It’s probably puzzling how all of a sudden I decided to resort to blogging again. I seemed to have hibernated for the past 7 or 8 months, almost completely abandoning my Cyber activities. And now I’m back, “trying” to continue what I started here. Well the whole reason is rather simple: STRESS RELIEF.

Yes. I’m a working girl now, and entirely fascinated with how quickly time has elapsed by looking back at my last blog post. There I was fussing about how to scurry out and away from school as soon as possible, and now here I am wishing that one way or another I could swallow those words back. I cannot believe I would arrive at this moment and even get myself to say: Hey, I think I actually DO MISS COLLEGE.

It would be hard to deny that graduating is probably one of the most liberating experiences of my life so far. No more midterms, no more grades, no more hard-to-impress professors, it’s exhilarating. The last couple of months of my 5th year were getting more and more dreary so what else could you expect from yourself but feel alienated? Okay I don’t want this post to get all emotional so let’s go straight to my point. Working feels a lot more empowering, but one hell of a lot more exhausting. 12-hour shifts in 6 days a week, chaotic, service-hungry customer beasts, excessive demands, inadequate rest, I feel like I’m in a War Era. That is why I’m doing this, seeking refuge in writing. This is my instrument of detoxification. 

But then, judging from all my sentiments first with school, and then now with work, I guess it all boils down to the one wise idea that you simply cannot have everything. Perfection should not be sought objectively, after all, it’s a purely relative concept. It’s just a matter of adopting a positive perspective and a positive approach, and I KNOW this is exactly what I need to get me through the rough times. 

Wow that felt great. I just love preaching to myself. It’s good therapy. Though I’m not sure how long I could keep this whole blogging thing up. It’s nice to be able to relax once and for all. 

(Source: heracrossed)

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conflictingdesires:

What if the source of your joy and the source of your sadness is the same thing?

(via conflictingdesires-deactivated2)

“I Darrin, take this witch, Samantha..”

THAT is one real power couple ♥

Just one blog. Promise I’ll do my homework.

You definitely know you’re becoming older when you get so burned out and find yourself losing your interest in school. And what’s more disturbing is when you begin seeing all things academic-related as nothing but plain bullcrap. Sorry for the foul words. But seriously. I don’t know how many times I’ve proclaimed this through my other SNS activities but I really feel like I’m no longer cut out to be a student. It’s incredibly frustrating. This is not how everything is supposed to be, this is not exactly breezing my way through graduation. I’ve heard every single I’ve-been-there-done-that justifications from the elders, where they go all carpe diem on you and say, “Honey, enjoy what little time you have left in school coz I tell you, you ain’t seen nothing yet.” And that is why it’s quite troubling how dull and monotonous and dreary the present days are going. I’m worried that when the real world begins tormenting and distressing me, I might not have any comforting memory I could retreat to. Scary isn’t it? I have searched in vain for even just a pinch of stimulant that could awaken my senses and give me enough reason to start looking forward to school again. But all efforts end in exasperation. And that’s truly the saddest part. Suddenly I miss being young. 

leilockheart:

http://alyricaday.tumblr.com/

I beg to differ! LOL.

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Anne Frank (via theprincessleah)

Maybe back in the day they were. But I still always try my best to see the good in everyone.  :)

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Because I couldn’t sleep.

How amusing is it that in the middle of a night like this when everybody else has retired to their respective rooms, yours suddenly transforms into some kind of a sanctuary where you are free to do whatever bizarre meditation or introspection you intend? Or maybe I’m the only one who goes through that? Alright, I’m a psycho. But you get the idea. 

There’s really nothing much to contemplate on though, I just wish to savor the opportunity. I like to be immersed in tranquility from time to time without the nuisance of earthly matters (that explains my inclination to long barefoot walks along beach shorelines). It’s rather ironic how I don’t necessarily engage in deep reflection when the atmosphere clearly conduces it. Somehow the peacefulness tends to be too intense to let any flicker of thought penetrate my head. It’s a bit close to being aloof, only you remain attached to yourself. You become your own little world,  and it’s not exactly escaping reality but more like seeking refuge in a place where nothing can possibly harm you, because harm doesn’t even exist. Like I said, it’s some sort of a sanctuary, where you feel your safest. 

Quite a complex idea, I know. But believe it or not, it’s how i preserve my sanity.