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Blog vs Log

Where has my blogging gone? Even though I loved to blog, it kind of disappeared once I re-found the pen and paper. That is right, I now keep a journal. I don't know why, but when I physically write my thoughts down on paper, it seems more... real and I guess freeing. Well for me. I don't have to watch what I say, nor be judged by what I have printed onto the screen, I'm writing strictly for me. I have nothing against blogging, maybe one day I will come back to you blogspot. But for now I think I'm just gonna log it down on paper.

See you soon, blogspot.
Cheers.

Taken from Lanie's Tumblr.

They hold onto hurts and never get over them. Instead of releasing their pain through forgiveness, they rehearse it over and over in their minds. Some resentment-driven people “clam up” and internalize their anger, while others “blow up” and explode it onto others. Both responses are unhealthy and unhelpful.

Resentment always hurts you more than it does the person you resent. While your offender has probably forgotten the offense and gone on with life, you continue to stew in your pain, perpetuating the past.

Listen: Those who have hurt you in the past cannot continue to hurt you now unless you hold on to the pain through resentment. Your past is past! Nothing will change it. you are only hurting yourself with your bitterness. For your own sake, learn from it, then let it go. The bible says, “To worry yourself to death with resentment would be a foolish, senseless thing to do.“

- Purpose Driven Life, (http://laniev.tumblr.com)

Amen to this.

"You Do or You Don't, Don't"

I know it's random but somehow the song "No More" by 3LW got stuck in my head.

I still don't understand how this...


turned into that...



Long story short.
3LW, do.
Cheetah Girls, hella don't.

This Cold Reminds Me

This cold reminds me of how much I miss the "homeland". My roots. A place that all my life I had taken for granted and pushed aside. I used to be embarrassed of who I am. I used to cringe and deny the fact that yes, I can understand you. And I used to be relieved that I couldn't answer you back in the same speech. But truthfully, now I wish I could. I never knew who my "real" family was, nor cared before really. But now I that I've met you, I care for you with all my heart. I've realized how foolish I was, how selfish I was, and how oblivious I was of the place I came from. However, coming back from my trip, I have become so overwhelmingly thankful for what I've experienced. For the people I've met, the places I've seen, for the stories told and the love shared. I know no one who reads this really wants to know what I've been up to these past few months. But in short, I loved Christmas, I loved New Years and that's all that matters.








I miss my family and everything about my trip. I miss the Philippines.
Mabuhay.