Fresh

I have decided not to edit and re-post my previous entry. Let the whole world know that I have had tremendous backlogs and have exerted a decent enough effort to deal with them before the end of the year.

Because I have! All writing backlogs have been dealt with, save for three. Now let me welcome the new year and the smell of the freshly-cut grass of the new sunny morning with this new post, and this new desktop:


No more need to post about how my life was in 2006; it's all in my blog archives. Suffice it to say that I did okay. My blog, with its over fifty entries, has had seven thousand five hundred-odd hits. I, on the other hand, have written ten chapters, two unfinished short stories, almost seven hundred pages worth of handwritten diary entries, articles for two issues of a magazine, and about four speeches. I have bought forty-five new books, two new fountains pens for myself, and eight bottles of ink. I have read twenty books and countless newspapers, transcribed ten hours' worth of interviews, eaten over two hundred packs of Choc-Nut, watched the last episode of Friends eleven times, made about two dozen new friends, stayed up late for over two hundred nights. I have lost one boyfriend and gained another, have caught cold four times, dropped my phone thirty times, and locked my keys inside my car seven times. I have been to Old Manila twelve times, have drooled over the same insanely unaffordable book four times in a bookstore, have been gifted with two new pairs of combat boots by two different persons, tripped over my own shoes five times a day, walked twenty-three kilometers in one night, and had driven approximately ten thousand kilometers.

And underneath all that math, there's a life lived.