I’ve been really weak for the past few days. I got sick with a fever and with frequent asthma attacks. My condition was really bad to the point where I couldn’t really leave my room and that I had to drink about how many pills and nebulizations.

Despite this, I still joined in the festivities for our city fiesta. It was my first time, and I had fun house-hopping. My condition caught up with me though, and I had to go home along with my sister.

The reason why I’m writing this is because I think I’ve abandoned my blog for a pretty long while. I’ve been distracted with a lot of things and my priorities got mixed up. Blogging has always been my relief, my escape, from reality. And without my frequent escapades, I felt empty in a way. I felt like a hollow shell, with nothing but sand in it. It makes me feel bad, for some reason, because there are people who read my blog since it is their way to escape from reality, joining me in my emotional escapades. It has become a habit, a routine, for me to escape into this imaginary world. And I feel bad for not escaping without a valid excuse.

Anyhow, I’d like to thank my twin, Patrice, for being there for me when I needed her. I love you -insert smoochie here-