I guess the extra time at home was just what I need for me to give this place a complete overhaul. Contrary to what I usually do, I figured I’d try the minimalist approach. And here it is. (The link is for my facebook friends. This blog is imported to my Facebook Notes.) I really, really like it a lot. I know it looks very simple, but coding everything is definitely harder than it looks. I also got the movie weblog back and I will try to update it as much as I can.

I spend a lot of my days lately thinking about law school, my other plans in between, after or who knows when. It’s quite exhausting emotionally because reality does hit hard and I can’t help but start worrying about things I know I should stop worrying about. Good thing I’m not going through it alone. There is indeed joy in sharing it with my closest friends under light-hearted and scrumptious circumstances. haha! Thank you Facebook for making it easier for us to plan our sporadic get-togethers!

Here’s this week’s Friday 5:

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It’s 2 past 12 in the morning, and yet I hardy feel the urge to get a decent shut eye. I feel like I’m being held captive by another traitorous night leaving me in this state of vulnerability. Sigh. Truthfully, I could’ve felt worse. Except my best friend, Jazmine came to my rescue. We save each other from all the emotional baggage with our YM conversations every night these past few days. Thank you, love for being one of my happy pills and sources of strength and inspiration. Anberlin’s Inevitable will get us through, while we have tons of fun joining the SLP revolution.

I really have no idea what I shall be writing about. This momentary rut is just really getting to me now. I’m NOT allowing this uneasy feeling to linger. It’s just that I’m caught up in a web of emotions that I can’t seem to pinpoint what exactly I’m feeling. And if I don’t know that, I fail to realize what I really want. Oh shush. I can’t deal with this crap again.

Don’t worry about me. The control-freak that I am will eventually take hold. Really. I got through a what would normally appear to be an impossible semester. I got through it, and I’m still in one piece. Repressed? Maybe. But it’s not enough to say that I’m broken.

And this night? This night is just another hazy line in a text-filled paper. A tiny crack in the glass. An all too familiar little slip that might as well open the door to another relapse.

Gosh. I need my closure.

I guess I’ll be ruining my dramatic end by pointing out the new layout I whipped up after a long, long time. I opted for something minimalist with colors that are easy on the eyes. Tell me what you think.