[BGmusic: You Have Been Loved by Sia]

Quote for the day:

My brother: “[Insert philosophical blah-blahs here]…for example, I’m good at bass guitar. Ate Ror [our eldest], you’re good at design. And [DQ]…  you’re good at… *pauses*…sleeping.”

- He evidently thinks a lot of me.
Context: In a taxi on the way home from Life Pursuits,
talking about knowing the purposes of our talents.
Hey, it takes a lot of dedication to relax the way I do.

I started blogging in 2004, a few months after I graduated from high school. I didn’t go to college right away like the rest of the Philippines, but decided to take a year-long break to figure out what I wanted in life [I didn't]. So, while my high school friends were busy warming up to their new lives in university and hanging out with their shiny new college friends, I quickly got reacquainted with my not-so-inner loner.

But the thing is, even natural loners like me sometimes feel the need to tell someone about their day. So I turned to my computer. In my first blog [it's private now, sorreh], I talked about my new violin pieces, how bored I was, how frustrated I was for having ridiculously strict parents, my pseudo-stalkers, being bored, being lonely, being bored again, etc. I was a very lonely girl who listened to very sad music and kept a very angsty blog. [I think I should point out that this was right before the pimple that was the emo movement exploded all over the world.]

Then for some strange reason, people started to comment, and they started to link back to my blog. Imagine that – I had regular readers. I was weirded out by the sudden traffic – save for a link on my friendster profile, I didn’t really do much advertising – but knowing that someone out there found my pathetic life somewhat interesting gave me the warm fuzzies.

So as my readers increased and my blogroll got longer and longer, I started to put more care into my posts. I thought that if people drop by my blog I might as well make it worth their time.

I can think of a few things that led to the downfall of my obsessive blogging:

• Somewhere in the middle of my time in UP, I got a life.
• Plurk. Facebook. Need I say more?
• Bloggers on my blogroll suddenly spamming, traffic-baiting and writing crap posts. [No, not you, you're cool.] WHAT HAPPENED PEOPLE!? WHERE DID YOUR INTEGRITY GO?!

Seeing the state of donyaquixote.com now, you wouldn’t think that I used to update every single day. I kind of miss the days when I’d hear a good song on the radio and talk about how it made me feel, write about the cool things I learned in class, and record each encounter with the crush in painstaking detail.

Dear readers, if you’re still out there, pay attention because I’m about to make an announcement: I’d like to try and update this thing regularly again, if only for a week, and not just because my lack of updates makes me sad.

I seem to have forgotten how to write.

What some of you might not know is that I like to write myself a good bit of fiction now and then. I’ve been trying to churn out stories out of my system and I just can’t. I swear, I think I have some pretty decent stories just waiting to be wreak havoc on my sleeping patterns, but every paragraph I’ve written so far has been so disgusting, I can’t even make it past one page.

This post is no exception – already I’m thinking of not bothering to publish this. But I will, and I have, and that’s why you’re reading it right now.

So, let’s try this again, shall we?