I don’t have any inspiration for blogging, but I totally forgot that the purpose of having this Tumblr is to get rid of my writing jitters and to shut the world off. :) Now I’m going to try to write (and not to blog), only if you let me.

Mom arrived 12:30 in the morning two nights ago. I was sleeping beside Margot in the master’s bedroom, with Nickelodeon on screen wishing for our sleepy attention, when I woke up through my “motherly instinct.” Turns out my mom was on the threshold of the room, cheering “Hey!” with her signature bag in hand. I gasped and shouted back, “Mommy!” and hugged her lower body. I had to totally wake up to fetch the remaining bags in the garage as she narrated stories of her trip.

The morning after, which actually happened on the same day, she filled me in on her trip. We browsed the photos and I couldn’t help but feel envious! There is of course a photo of them in front of the largest (if not huge) Louis Vuitton store in Asia. My mom doesn’t go for designer bags (she keeps everything simple) but it was surprising when she narrated her experience in the store. (I told her “Mama, hindi bagay!”, pertaining to her astonishment with leather bags.) There also of course was her Disney trip, where a Bosconian graduate (who now works as a Disney parade dancer) recognized her and Tita Agnes (who, by the way, teaches Social Studies). I feel envious.

Now the next thing I want to do is to launch my high-paying career and travel with family and friends! What fun!!!

I cannot wait for our beach trip next week. Beach trips are mostly associated with basking under the sun, but I made a vow with myself: no swimming under the sun! At this point I can’t afford to have a tanned complexion.

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I opened up in my LiveJournal about the struggle that kept me from blogging there. And I must quote what I wrote:

Months ago I was contemplating on the future state of my blog, this particular LJ. I wanted to finally turn this whole blog into a PDF file and cancel my account. I was having esteem issues (the types that creep into you when you decide to take a break and be passive) and I admit there are stories and accounts I have written that I’m not completely proud of. Now my mojo’s back and am thankful this journal was not “deleted and purged”. (However I still will continue writing on my private blog.)

It’s true. After the vacay kicked in, my insecurities got the very best of me and decided to put it down the drain. It’s sad to not trust yourself with things, thinking someone’s better. Sabrina made me watch this very holy flash presentation of “Interview With God” (google it!) and a line of it said: “Don’t compare yourself to others.” This I am very much guilty of.

As much as possible I’m trying to throw myself “out there” to learn more about the world, most importantly the world that I soon will be a part of. With insecurities I know it’s going to be difficult to succeed. The very next step I am taking is my physical insecurity. This upcoming term I promised my self (and my pores!) that I would take care of my skin. So I’m ditching concealers and instead would opt for tinted moisturizers, like I did back in freshman year.

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I find it heartwarming to have Chezka, who badmouthed me through her unfathomable words, apologize to me over Facebook. It usually takes guts to say sorry but I’m glad she did. I just found out she has recently learned about this Tumblr “through Xanga footprints” (this I am very much in doubt of), but to be quite honest, I find it good to hear her say sorry.

Like others, I forgive… but lest I forget.

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I am currently reading David Sedaris’ “When You Are Engulfed in Flames” and I figured that someday, I would write a memoir just the same. Lately I have been craving for non-fictional autobiographies and biographies. As I wrote earlier this week, I craved for Christopher Ciccone’s “Life With My Sister Madonna” (then when I was near the cashier I realized I was P105 short!). David Sedaris… I love him. So much.

It’s also a current dream to read Barack Obama’s “Dreams From My Father.” I am certain that I won’t enjoy “Audacity of Hope” as I get bored easily with preachy books (the far I went through is 7 Habits For Highly Effective Teens, which needless to say I half-finished last year).From a short information I learned Obama was not raised solely well by his father as his father went somewhere most of his childhood. Correct me if I’m wrong. My dad and I are not really intimately close (but we talk). His taunts turned me off as a child, but now I’m more than glad about the change he aspires for. I’m looking forward to reading this. (Of course the Madonna dish book should come first, wink wink!)

Dave Batista’s “Batista Unleashed” book is also a want-to-read. Luigi and I are making plans of watching a local SmackDown! show in Araneta Coliseum and we are planning to have papa sponsor it! Ha! Going back, this becomes the last in my list as I’m not really a Batista fan. I could have been more prepared budget- and excitement-wise if it were a Triple H biography book.

I haven’t gotten a hold of the second part of Vince’s Life. The first part was something and I really liked it. However I don’t own a copy since I only borrowed it from Bev. I want the second part of Vince’s Life, and the newest Twisted.

Ok, that’s just a materialistic post I have here. Lol