The year I started blogging. I miss blogging like I did in Blogspot (my recent blog before I moved to Tumblr). I’m going to bring that writing spirit back. STARTING RIGHT NOW.

So, what was the last update I posted…Hmm. Ah.

So you know that the boyfriend flew all the way to the Middle East (where I currently am) for nearly a month now. Things haven’t been easy for him at first, but with God’s help (and my supportive parents, thank you) he was able to pull through. He would sometimes spend every other day at home with us, but mostly on weekends. He’s turned into a vampire, his shift mostly ends at the wee hours. Thankfully he’s started adjusting to all that. On most days, its still as surreal as the first time I saw him again. Here. God knows how thankful I am for this. I just wish I could stop stressing about other things. You know, things in the past. Gah.

Which brings us to me losing a lot of weight. So much, that even my skinny jeans are loose. That blows. I’ve become so confident of myself and my body when I gained, and now I lost it. And not to mention, my face! Which hasn’t been free of acne then allergy for about 3 months now, it sucks! Been going back to the Derma a lot (have just been about an hour ago). Though I have been cleared of acne (thank you Lord), I had just found out that I really was allergic to the weather, and that one of my worst fears crawled its way to reality - I have become allergic to the sun. My doctor advised me that I start using sunscreen, “even if I’d be out for 5 minutes”, but… I’m a sun worshipper! I’m a certified Tanorexic, how do you suppose I feel about that? Anyway, I’m glad I finally found out the reason behind this stingy feeling. My face is nearly all red, and I can’t even smile or laugh. My skin’s too tight. It didn’t help after I told Andrew about it and he said, “Its just like you had Botox!” Totally cracked me up - and that’s why it didn’t help. Ouch.

I’ve been maldita again lately. But I blame it on myself entirely. This is what I get for meddling. Bad idea, Abbie. Bad. Idea.

Anyway, I’m trying to work around my appetite again. I can’t figure out why I barely get the urge to eat (you can also say I almost never get hungry). I used to be PG. I’m proud of that. I eat like a man. Okay, I won’t say “used to”. I will get that back!

One of my closest friends’ grandfather just passed this week, and I wish I could be there for him right now. He’s currently in Kuwait. I hate that I’m so bad in a crisis. I wouldn’t say I used to be “good” at one, I just knew the right words to say most of the time, but for some reason, me losing my hopeless romantic mojo made me lose the rest of my other useful “emotions” such as…sympathy? No, I wouldn’t say that. But, I just wish I could find the right words to say so he could still feel how “there” I am for him.

The typhoon had a huge impact on me today. I hope it did too to the rest, whether they were direct victims or just friends of people who were. I hope this hit a spot. The worst I’ve ever experienced IRL was Milenyo, I was still dorming in La Salle Dasma at the time. I was about to step out of my dorm room when I saw tree trunks smashing into my dorm mate’s rooms and trash bins flying everywhere. That scene reminded me so much of Wizard of Oz. The aftermath? Like a scene in Jumanji. Not to mention, I had to bathe in my stock of Evian water because we had run out of water for about three days. My boyfriend got so sick of it he literally forced me to pack my things and head (to his, which I also consider my) home with him up North (I love Pangasinan).

I just pray that things will be better for the Philippines. For the world. I can’t imagine how sad and hard it is what most of my fellow Filipinos are going through. I do pray we could help each other. I pray that we all unite and help each other get up and get through this. God will provide if only we believe in what He can do for us. Its never too late, now would be a good start.

Hmm. Looks like I did miss blogging.