I feel weird, typing here again. My unbidden thoughts floating around cyberspace.
Makati has embraced me in her smoggy arms again, after being enveloped by Antipolo's secluded trees. The transition is quite fast, almost dizzying (just like our elevator here - ha! elevator. Such a foreign concept.) but I suppose it's just like ripping the band-aid off very fast so that it gets the job done, although not painless, but the agony is lesser.
I don't make sense. I know. Just that I want to resuscitate this blog, however intermittent my posts may be. I'm sorry that I don't have a picture to go with it. Just imagine my words, and hope to God that it will be enough.
I plan to write about the books I read. Well good luck because that will take an awfully long time in between. I'll try. I really would.
So for now, I bid you adieu. I hope my writing itch strikes again - enough for me to actually publish my notes.