On a roll

5:37am and not sleeping yet. Though I am supposed to study for my paper this week, no special reason why I needed to stay up. Could have just slept early just now and start fresh the next day. Or maybe it has been a while since I enjoyed the night without needing to have reasons.

With everyone sleeping and the weather is just right, it feels as if the night is yours. As if time stops and you have all the comfort and time in the world to contemplate on the what-might-have-been and what-would-be. Quite a selfish thought really, but I think once a while it helps. A temporary license to be irresponsible.

Returning from hiatus. Part 2.

With the booming of social networking sites everywhere, I wonder if people still blog. And speaking of which, why am I here again?

A fellow blogger of mine recently sat down with me and shared her thoughts on rekindling her love for writing and blogging. "Blogging?" my inner impulse went, "In this day and age? When people can simply express their feelings in bite-size form on Facebook statuses and twitter pages? Preposterous!".

And yet, a tiny little spark suddenly appeared in me as well.

Yes. Blogging. Writing. It used to mean something to me. Something more than fishing followers to my page. Something more than the boasts of rare vocabulary and weird sentence structures.

But for some reason, I moved on. Out of boredom? Disappointment? I can't remember. It is like trying to focus in a fake and cheap gypsy ritual to conjure an image of my past life.

But enough of reasons. Would I write again?

...Why not?

Just because.