Black and White

Haven't blogged in a while, huh?

I guess I wasn't inspired to write something... can't say I'm busy with work because somehow I still find time to do things I love.

It's quite ironic that I don't feel inspired these past few weeks when I found a journal from when I was still in grade school. They were very short documentations for a year. What I did, what happened, who I was... those kinds of things.

I even read the days when I had my firsts... my first period... my first retainers... my first rejection (I got laid off in an org!)... ewan! It was very funny to read them again. It was a breather and a reminder of who I was and who I still am.

It was amusing to see my comments when I heard that they didn't want me to be part of the org. I was telling myself that it was their loss, not mine... and I proved them wrong when the next year, I became an editor for them. haha! I guess I wanted to prove them and myself wrong. I can do better.

Right now, I'm in this phase of choosing. Choosing where I am most comfortable at, who I'm more comfortable with.. I mean let's face it, you can't be friends with everybody! But who knows, maybe we could all grow to like the people we meet...eventually!

While on the subject of choosing, I remember those really tough times when we have to choose between extremes. Black or white... up or down... no gray area... no in betweens. Sometimes, you really don't want to choose either but you have to...

It's like when you're in a fight. It's either you hit or you get hit. Of course, you wouldn't want some jerk mar your pretty face or mess your teeth that you have painstakingly set straight with braces... you get the point right? There's always the natural instinct to protect and preserve oneself, or people important to you.

I think that sometimes, it takes more courage to fight. It takes more strength to choose something that you don't totally agree on, but you have to do it anyway.

What the heck am I saying??? I'm going to sleep now...