After eight semesters of examining articles, writing, editing, complying with requirements and whatever tasks students are supposed to do, I have finally completed my obligations as a Mass Communication student.
After several days of denial, intended delays, and emotional unstability, I have finally packed my things up, kissed some friends goodbye, and left the City of Gentle People.
After a long hibernation from cyberspace, I have finally logged in, wrote, chatted, and surfed.
After five years of leaving the shadows of my past, and days of debates in my head, I have finally faced my high school batchmates and attended our homecoming, chin up and proud of what I have become.
But I am still a restless soul, floating in mid-air, suspended, lost, and not knowing what to do. I am still emotionally unstable, I snap at the slightest provocation and cry at the smallest things. But I am still the procrastinator that I was and will forever be. I am still driven, I still push myself to the limits.
I am still good, old, Zusabel. Nothing has changed. Yes, nothing has changed. Does this sound like a facial cream commercial to you? 
I am at a loss of words to contain all my emotions and all that I have done in the past weeks in just one entry. I have discarded grammar rules and what-have-yous. I have forgotten how to write. There is just so much of everything brewing in my head. And I hope to sort things out and write each one of them before my creative juices dry up.
After almost a month of confining myself, I have come to realize a lot of things. This blog is not enough to show those things; one week is not enough to meet and say goodbye to all of my friends; bucketsful of tears and baggy eyes are not enough to show how much I have cried; countless of unfinished essays and short stories are not enough to show how much I appreciate the power and freedom of writing; a plaster of smile in my face is not enough to tell the world that I have enjoyed this life so far despite the struggles and challenges I have been through.
This may be an aimless scribble of my mind and soul but I do hope this is enough to show to the rest of the world that I am still alive and kicking, crying and laughing, screaming and whispering, listening and talking, singing and dancing, enjoying and complaining, writing, writing, writing, and writing, and enjoying every bit second of my life!
[Excited at: the national premiere of Flight Plan! Whew!]
[Inspired by: best of the corrs, would you be happier?]
