It’s exactly 2:03am and I cannot sleep. A lot of things are happening today. My dad arrives from Jakarta/Singapore in a couple of hours, and I have to check myself into the hospital for my tonsillectomy later today. By 6am, I will have to zip my mouth (as what my doctor says, but really it’s just fasting) to prep for my surgery at noon. I’m just here in bed winging this entry because I’ve been tossing and turning, a ball of confusion, and nerves, and the let’s-just-get-it-over-with mindset. Surgery = tonsillectomy. If you’ve read my blog long enough you know that I’ve been struggling with tonsillitis on and off. I was hospitalized last April for the very same reason and my health has just been on major ping pong this year because of this crazy throat. Heck, even if you enter the word “tonsil” in my blog search bar there are a lot of entries from over the years that prove that this has been a recurring evil all throughout my existence. I think it …

I mentioned in my previous blog post that it’s been a little bit challenging trying to go back to my old life. It’s weird because it’s not like I’m getting off from a long period of anything; but the changes I made during that period, whether long or short, I felt were for the better and for something really substantial. I didn’t imagine myself to be back where I started so abruptly. I admit it’s been a little frustrating because it’s making me crawl out of my previous comfort zone and look for new things to be interested in, and that itself is a journey that I’m just starting with. I’m beginning to find new things that inspire me, or going back to the old habits that I’m totally seeing in a different light. Either way, I’m attempting to list them out here in this blog. We never know, there may be a part ii for this. Yoga Yoga has always been my refuge, whether I’m feeling shitty or absolutely elated. It helps me regain …

I’ve been blogging since I knew how to use the internet, but I have never thought of myself as a good writer, or good blogger, at the very least. My sister told me last week that I write like a kid, and I actually agreed without harboring ill-feelings. I’m not one to have a wide knowledge of words that I can mix and match to my mind’s content. Sometimes I envy those who are so witty on paper (or on screen) and can translate feelings and emotions into another level of feelings and emotions just by writing. This is why I’m mostly a blog lurker. I don’t usually comment but I ALWAYS read, especially the good ones. You’ve probably noticed my blogging frequency has increased in the past month. Some say it takes a shitty situation to go back to writing. For me, writing has always been a therapeutic medium where I can express myself (as if I don’t express myself enough) or mask whatever bad thing that’s going on in my head and sugarcoat …