i'm stumped

for the first time since starting this blog, i'm stumped! i can't think of anything at all to write about. and so i am writing about that... being stumped.

i guess you can call this a writer's block... if i am actually a writer.

oh well.

why do i blog?

one of the most memorable days of my life was when i finally got wired! the day my dsl connection was installed almost brought tears to my eyes. why? because, no matter how introverted i am. i can now be in touch with anybody and everybody in the world!

i started blogging immediately. actually, i already had a couple of blogs going, but none of them were actually noteworthy. i became serious with blogging when i finally started having visitors in my blog, these visitors eventually became friends. it is a good feeling. being able to share and ehem.. brag about random stuff about my family. this was enough for me, for a while, but then i started feeling uneasy. i started feeling the urge to do something more. i then realized it was the call to write. and finally, i responded.

and so i opened this blog, primarily to practice writing, i hope to make writing friends too. i also wanted a little anonymity, so i don't divulge my true self, this way i am unbridled. i blog so that i can literally write down stuff that pops in my crazy head. i read somewhere this is how you practice.... just by writing. i blog so that i can have a venue to share my future masterpieces. i blog so that i can unload my thoughts, my feelings, my queries. i blog because it makes me happy. i blog because it relaxes me. i blog because it unclogs my tired brain cells. i blog because blogging gives me a voice, who cares if no one listens (reads).

i am grateful that i live in the digital age, where everyone can be a self proclaimed writer.

so the real reason i blog? i blog becayse in my blog, i am a true blue writer, and no publisher or editor can tell me otherwise.

A rebellious act

I always considered myself a good daughter. I never made friends with the wrong crowd. I acquired no vices while growing up. The only rebellious act I can remember doing is having a boyfriend at 16, when my mom explicitly told me not to.

I didn’t do it to actually diss my mom. It’s just that I felt I was old enough to make my own decisions. (although looking back, 16 doesn’t seem to be that mature now).

I am a strong believer that when you meet the right man to spend the rest of your life with, you’d want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible. That’s exactly what I had written down on our wedding invitations, eight years after my tearful confrontation with my mom.

Hubby is the living evidence of my single rebellious act, and well, it seemed to be all worth it, he’s proven himself through the years. It’s just that I met him a few years too early, and was afraid to let him go even considering our young ages.

So what if I’m tagged as a rebel at some point in my life, it resulted in my happy ever after didn’t it?