Second Soliloquy
A journey into the mindscape...
Considering a Relocation (Again)
After some time, I might move my blog again. Here: http://quibbles.blog.com/. Not because I like moving around, though. For some odd reason, I think Blogspot is too common. Same with a lot of other providers. No offense, Blogspot, you're great and all, and you've got some really useful features. It's just that I prefer my stuff to be different from other's (almost everyone's for that matter). Example: a lot of people say blue is their favorite color. So what I did is flip through the shades and tints of blue an settled for periwinkle.Right now, blog.com is still in the beta phase, and the only reason I stumbled upon it is that I, well, stumbled...? I was bored out of my mind, so I tried experimenting to see which www.(fill in the blank here).com's actually existed. My conclusion? Not many people (none that I know anyway) would have an account there. Perfect. I think I'll go sign up. And I did. The account could use a bit of tweaking, though. So until I get that settled, and until blog.com gets out of beta, I'll be sticking to Blogspot. Believe me, it's great. This is just a personal matter. That's all it is.
PS: Just so you know, the alternate blog's only difference is the name change and the lack of entries from before the account existed. And this entry. It would be irrelevantly senseless to post it there.
Pseudo-Random Thoughts
1. When you're constantly longing to be with someone (or something, as the case may be), you tend to take for granted the times you're together, and take notice of all the times you're not. On the other hand, when you're trying to avoid someone (or, again, something), it's the other way around, and you notice how many times the pop up from out of nowhere...2. Lagi na lang, pag tinatanong sa tao kung may date siya sa prom, ang sagot, kung hindi "wala pa", ang sagot niya ay "meron na". Bihira lang talaga yung "wala na"...
3. Life is one grand adventure (my own conclusion). Everyone has their own story, not necessarily based on their nationality, race, gender, or other factor (modified from "Amistad", a Steven Spielberg film). Each affects the other, and the other affects the next, and the world is full of stories, but the stories are all one ("The Five People You Meet In Heaven", Mitch Albom).
4. Sunsets are wonderful things. Every one of them is just as captivating as the last, if not more. And they're even more appreciated if you happen to be feeling down...
5. The rain is just as equally pleasing. It somehow brings with it a feeling of calm, sometimes sadness, and on occasion terrible melancholy. I read somewhere before that sometimes, the rain meant that the heavens were crying. For what reason, I don't know...
It's My Birthday Today... So?
I don't get it. Why does everyone have to insist on making a big deal out of my birthday when I don't? Now, please don't be mistaken, I'm thankful for being brought into the world in the first place (even though life gets nightmarish sometimes), but I just don't see the significance of all the celebration.Or maybe it's the people? Last year, IPSO got me a strawberry cheesecake for my birthday, and I sincerely enjoyed it, thank you very much. Even when I would usually deny (jokingly) that it was my birthday to most other people, and get slightly irritated when the pushed the idea.
Distorted Perceptions
It's strange sometimes, how often I become so obsessed with what could be that I lose sight of what is. A minor setback can turn into a major catastrophe. A life has been centered around fear, ending in paralysis brought by a flood of worry and doubt.I only wish I could explain further, but I cannot. I barely know enough to explain it to myself in abstract thoughts and images, let alone elaborate in words...
