Okay. So this is the general image: it’s 2:30 in the morning, I have Scott Pilgrim on the player (50 First Dates earlier–I like playing random upper movies when I’m coding), and I have a chocolate cake in front of me. I. Am. Famished. I have been eating non-stop since 12am but all I have been eating are random leaves which are either raw or blanched, and pretty much all but my brother are coughing in this house.

But. If you’re a general checker of my blog, you’d know that hey–I had a layout change! Yay! And yes, that calls for a compulsory celebratory cake. Left overs of my mother’s birthday cake, but a cake, nevertheless. Hey. It’s not my fault there aren’t any open cake shops at 2 in the morning. Stop looking at me like that.

So I came here earlier because I wanted to get out of the Makati apartment. No, that didn’t sound right. Actually, I didn’t want to INFECT the Makati apartment because I have been coughing non-stop and Cass has a night shift. She usually doesn’t sleep deep like me, so I have a little sympathy. I crash over here because I figured since my mum’s sick too, I could take care of her while I take care of my throat, but I come home to a very empty house. Apparently they’re all out and doing a pre-wedding thing. Some old ritual called pamamanhikan. So I got the lappie out, started the finger tapping and there–I have the new layout on.

It’s kind of funny how before I had it installed, the other layout–a simple, plain, no-fuss theme–was labeled “hopefully a longer-use theme.” And when I mean longer, I meant years. Like I have prophesied I wouldn’t bother touching the photoshop frying pan in years.





Now, I have another one installed, and although the coding is close to the old one, the images are obviously…different. Well, more striking, really. Color wise. Cass actually liked the banner to be on her new Starbs mug, but that’s a different story.

Truthfully, it’s a little elementary. The illustration, I mean. I cheated by using photoshop, not even bothering to use illustrator; plus it took less than 3 hours. It’s not that bad, but it’s less than inspired as well. I mean, compared to my other illustrated banner (2 years ago), this one is more…struggling, but getting there.

I would like to imagine that my themes are rather life-feeling inspired–especially my blogging habits which can get rather erratic as well. But compared to the former theme which are mostly white and stiff and vain, this one is at least colorful, and playful and yes, still a little vain. If you’re familiar with illustration play you’d notice the little bits of me embedded on the whole theme.

But I think, I like it.

This is my first blog of the year. It took me about a month and a week to start on one. Last one was another uninspired blog last December first. Now, it kind of feels a little…exciting, get my fingers typing again.

Maybe themes say a lot. Maybe new colorful starts mean a lot.

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I was watching House the past days because I couldn’t stand Pretty Little Liars. And come on, Olivia Wilde’s character was hot.





Anyway. Season 6 has this one episode which has a woman (portrayed by That 70′s Show’s Laura Prepon) with another undecipherable health problem who kept blogging every time something happens to her, much to the distress of her boyfriend who obviously didn’t want the world to know what happened to them. Later on, when she had to face a tough medical decision, she opted to blog about it relying on her readers to decide for her, despite her boyfriend again begging not to post it online. Later, he tells her that she used to use the internet for connectivity, but now, she just reveled on having an audience.

I was laughing my ass on the whole episode, really, until I forgot that I pretty much had the same episode on the same context. SHE doesn’t like a published memo of the accounts to be viewed by the world, and asks if I’d really rather tell everyone instead of just telling her? Well, not that I would want the world to take part, either, but do you ever get that feeling how, no matter how much you tell your side, there still seems to be a bit which is stuck which you tried saying but couldn’t seem to be understood, or stuck there unsaid but screaming but can’t seem to find an audience? Or at least an ear willing to listen?

I felt like that for the past days. Like telling myself aloud doesn’t even matter, so I didn’t write about it anymore. But it was there. An itch wanted to be scratched, or a thought which wanted to be published.

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Oh, wait, it’s 3:30 now. I gotta go. I have to do a quick sleep because I have to be with my dad tomorrow at Tagaytay. You guys should totally come. No, not really. But I can tell you all about it when I come back. )