Something Good About The Strike. You.

Weeks upon weeks of waiting for almighty ASUU to call off this rather annoyingly, excruciatingly, painful strike and looking for something worthwhile to do. I've tried studying, knowing full well that once the strike's called of my exams would be underway, but that's gotten old. I mean, where's the motivation? What else didn't I do? Take aimless walks around my neighbourhood? Watch television till it literally hurt? Keep myself hopelessly engrossed with social media? (Facebook, Twitter and Instagram probably know me better than my own mother at this point.) Practice my beloved but long-forgotten French? In my mind, I think I even did my own Skelewu video... thrice!

Now don't even judge me. Boredom makes us do some really silly things, you know. More so when a strike has left you with tons of idle time. But just when I gave up on coming up something new and worthwhile to do with myself and thought it was a completely hopeless situation, WHAM!!! It hit me! I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO HAVE MY OWN BLOG!!!

Yes! But why didn't I think of this earlier? I'm supposed to be smarter than that after all. I've put this off for so long that it's actually pretty unbelievable that I'm finally doing it... and it's not even like I really had anything special prepared for you. Oh well. It's exactly 8 pm now, and yours truly just got done with dinner. I know. I didn't invite you. But I'm hoping we can put that behind us.

I'm in my little haven of a room, and the weather's just unbelievable. I think I hear it drizzling outside. Oh wait. Maybe that's just the neighbours' generator I hear. They never seem to remember to turn the damn thing off when PHCN surprises us by restoring power.

Friend. I can call you that right? It's really painful typing right now, not just because I'm lying very uncomfortably on my far-from-dressed mess of a bed, but because of the gash I have on the middle finger of my left hand. I got that while fixing dinner some days back. I know. Stupid knife. And I'm sure you're not at all surprised I cook. You shouldn't be. Anyway, yours truly must endure these little inconveniences because you - my dear friend whom I love very much - are involved... and because I really just want to enjoy my first blogging experience ever. Which of the above reasons is false? Hehe. Just joking.

So I promise to keep this blog going... no matter what it'll cost me (my life excluded of course). Just promise me one thing - that you'll be with me every step of the way, and that I'll always feel your presence. I really don't want anyone else. Just you. Because, once I know you're there, I'll be encouraged. And please rest assured that there's tons more where this is coming from. I assure you. So deal? Gracias! I always knew I could count on you.

Dang! Homeboy's gotta run, Mom calls. Thank God for the strike; if not for anything, I got to meet you. And I pray He keeps you... for me. Drop a comment before you leave though. You promised, remember?

(P.S:  I'd probably be sorta shy to say this in person, but I think you have a really beautiful smile... just like Mom's!)