Hey, Stranger!

Hi, I thought I should drop by today to give you an update with my life. Just in case you are interested.

1. I am reading again. Congratulate me, please. For the first half of 2012, I was able to finish 6 books. Not bad, considering how short my attention span is. This June, I already finished reading 2 books (The Art of Racing in the Rain and The Perks of Being a Wallflower). Yes! I read The Perks again. Go figure why.
2. I am getting involved with physical activities--Futsal and Frisbee. Pat my shoulder for affirmation, please. You know that I am not into sports (aside from Basketball, which I played when I was in high school; and chess, if you consider it as such). I am not a fan of moving my ass and sweating like a panda, but I am bored. And there's nothing I can do after work. No friends to hang out with whenever I want to. No books interesting enough to get and hold my attention. So, yeah. There you go.
3. I am letting myself meet new people. It's hard, but I have to. Because if I don't, I'd be alone forever. And I don't want to be alone, not forever that is. It's hard, because I know that they'll eventually leave and forget about me or anything that relates to me. They will forget, because that's what people do. It's natural to forget. But I don't. I don't have a memory of an elephant, but I remember people. Maybe not as accurate, but I remember them. And when they're gone, I am left alone. But I have to meet new people to make new memories. Because I just can't go back to the same past over and over again.
4. I am trying to write again, which is hard because I can't maintain the same tone. And I keep committing grammar mistakes. But I think that's the essence of trying to write decently. I must commit mistakes in order to learn. Just like in life.
5. I am sad. Maybe that's why I keep on ignoring run-on sentences and dangling modifier. Or maybe that's why I keep reading and keep trying to participate in life. Or maybe, it's just because I readThe Perks of Being a Wallflower again. I don't know. And I am tired of figuring out why.

That would be all for now. After this, I'll be crawling back to my bed and resume reading Looking for Alaska by John Green, which I already read early last year. Bye.