Coming Back Home

Dear Blogspot, I have decided to leave Facebook and Tumblr, well not really leave. I have decided to keep things down. I shall hold my tongue, I mean my fingers, when I'm in either of the said sites. I am to remain quiet. I am to keep drama low.

I haven't caught up with Tumblr since last summer and lately I'm no longer that interested. My Tumblr has been too full of shallow drama and photos I see no beauty in. Maybe it's just because of the people I follow, I've been thinking of unfollowing those people I don't personally know. And lately my Facebook has been too much about work. That lazy Friday night you thought of logging in and seeing "Dinner tomorrow?" or "I miss you!" has become "Meeting on..." or "Please read..." Yes, it's overwhelming but I do not complain, I repeat, I do not complain about my job. I actually enjoy doing my job. But you know that point when you finally decide to refuse to bring your work home because it will swallow the time you should be spending with yourself or with your family or your friends? It's similar to those jobs which you get paid for. I say yes to "Use Facebook as an aid to sending updates, not really post everything."

Finally, I have decided to come back home. To return to Blogspot which has protected me since second year high school. I'm here to stay, dear Blogspot, until...I don't know. Maybe until I change blogs. Every echo of laughter shall be heard here. Every drop of tear shall be wiped here. Every secret shall be kept here. I must admit that I have to write on my notebook back in QC once in a while. I don't have Internet connection there, you see. I hope you would not think that I'm cheating on you with my notebook.

I envy those people who can write their emotions freely, so clear and straightforward. It's as if they don't care that other people might read it. That is why I have returned, dear Blogspot. I wish to write like they do. I wish to write my feelings no matter how informal and incoherent my post would be. Maybe in here, just in here, I can ignore what people will say. This will be my little world where only I am fit of surviving. I will sit on top of it and watch my life play like normal people watch the sun rise and set. I can replay those happy moments when my dad used to carry me on his shoulders or that time when I was kissed in the rain. I can skip those nights I felt like there were monsters under my bed or that night I learned of truths and lies. After all, no one even bothers to visit you, dear old Blogspot.

I'm not closed to guests, just so you know. Travelers are actually very welcome and sharing anecdotes are even more appreciated. Be warned, though. This world I have created is not just butterflies and rainbows. It has storms and serpents and daggers so sharp they can cut through your chest. If, however, you miraculously choose to stay, I must say I am very accommodating. I shall make your bed and provide you with the softest pillows and the warmest blankets. I shall prepare you a hearty breakfast and maybe you can help me make my little world more suitable for living. Maybe we could plant trees and make music.

Anything.

But war.