No, this is not a review yet. There are still four (4) episodes to go before the series concludes and I look forward to watching all those (plus recap episodes) before writing the proper review that this series so deserves.
It’s been some months since I last blogged. Yes, I have been busy. There were quite a few transitions I had to go through that ate not just into my time, but into my intellectual reserves as well. Not that I have all that much to spare in the first place, but sometimes you just have to do what you’ve gotta do and that’s it.
Needless to say, it’s been a bit hard for me and I’ve had a rough time coping with it all. It doesn’t really help my pessimistic and depression-prone tendencies at all. That dark cloud has been hanging heavily over me lately. I feel numb and hopeless and lethargic. Right now I’m not seeing any sort of light in my life.
I wish I could sleep and then wake up to find that everything’s better. But I’m too much of a realist to take stock in wishful thinking. So I just languish here in the misery that is my life.
One hundred and nineteen years later, we are once more fighting. This time for the freedom of those opressed by the Maute terrorist group. This is a salute to the valiant servicemen we have lost in this fight.
Was reading old written works of mine and I can’t help feeling empty, drained and hollow. Where did my old fire go? What happened to that sass? I feel so pathetic right now compared to the writer that I was before. It would seem that it is not just my physical body that is deteriorating with time and age.
I don’t necessarily live a happy life now, though it has its sparkling moments. But the darkness that was my muse is now as elusive as the ‘normalcy’ I craved before. Instead of black, I now see in dull, boring gray. There’s nothing there to inspire or ire me enough to get the creative juices flowing.
I am not high, but not low either. How mediocre.
Trigger warning: This is one of my most personal posts ever.
This is one of Adele’s many heart-breakingly beautiful songs. I can’t listen to this without feeling its emotional pull, never mind that I never was in the song’s exact circumstance.
But I almost was. Though my guy and I have been together now for more than a decade now, there was a time before when I honestly thought everything was over between us. Had we not gotten back together, I would have been literally singing this song with matching tears and snot. It would have hurt that bad. Why? Allow me to tell you one of the most painful parts of our story…
Though I have been dabbling with some brush calligraphy here and there, what I really wanted to do (but was damn intimidated to) was pointed pen calligraphy. The idea of putting together nib to holder and dipping in ink to write sounds intriguing in the most delicious way. But I was hesitant to try it because (1) I did not have any of the supplies needed and (2) I am a leftie and the hobby doesn’t seem to be too friendly to those like me. Ink smudges on the sides of the hand, anyone? The struggle is real, people.
Anywho. I attended the Inks & Colors: Calligrafriends PH meet last Saturday and it was so much fun! Learned a lot from the resource speakers, and the loot…! It was more than awesome, really. Lookie here: