the chaos in blogging

Plan was to post the advance valentine's day gift I got more than a week ago. But unfortunately, I haven't unloaded the photos from our SLR, so the idea would have to be benched until this weekend.

There's so much to blog lately. New ventures. Familiar problems. Restored interests and much more. Believe it or not, it totally saddens me that I can't write the occurrences blow by blow. As you know, work has shifted from being sweet-tempered to maddening these days, especially since Celebrations was introduced last week. I haven't got much time to catch up on my fave series, much less seeing the Grammy's live, which I've heard was very much shrouded with intrigue.

If there's anything saving me from my cray, cray schedule that would be the current book that's too riveting that it keeps me reading even on a moving vehicle. Regrettably, I just found out how fantastic it was. Took me roughly a year and half to learn about that though.

And my one-time dose of Glee's double episode this week, with its fierceness on its highest. Glee has somewhat put their oomph at the backseat with their erratically themed episodes the past year. It's about time they rise to the challenge of not just singing for the crap of doing so.

Speaking of fierceness, I refuse to think it was just a fraction of my playful imagination. But Puck (Mark Salling) really is beginning to transform his fierceness into something better. If I may say, approving. From being the trashy prick that he was in the past season, his character has been steadily evolving to that of a dashing debonair. I mean, it's a bout time that the guy was given his much deserved character development. Time to show the world that there's much more to that mohawk coiffed juvenile delinquent.

Just see for yourself how adorbz this guy could be if given the chance. I've loved him before, and I've loved him bajillions more in this episode. Although finding Rachell charming have always been an elusive thought for me, I found myself reconsidering my stand with the way she sang this one. Need you now version brimming with clarity and emotions. They just sing too well. I mean, voice quality wise, they're waayy better than Sam and Quinn. However, presentation and chemistry wise, the latter tandem would of course gain my vote.



In other news, i've been really missing my blog a lot lately. Much as I try to visit often, the problem of not coming around with an intelligible and substantial entry continue to hang loose. Prolly this issue stems from all the structured writing I do for work. While I'm assigned to write features, I cannot of course depart from the expected low-key formality that has to ring in all my works. It's like my head has been somewhat wrapped to a feature writing tone. See? My writing's very strange. The tone and the need for arranged thoughts is something that won't go unnoticed.

If there's anything about blogging, to me it's all is about chaos. About letting yourself and your words escape the confines of rules and structures. And best of all, it's about honesty and reality. And if I write this way, it just defeats the purpose of expressing my world, how I see it and how I understand it. Regardless how hazy it appears. My life is far from being a feature article. It is never ideal. Never desirous and far from saintly. Rather, it is a diary. With redo's, mistakes, moments and sometimes comical scenes that make it human as such.

But I'm not complaining. Not in another decade or in another lifetime. I love my job. That's beyond question.

I just pray that I eventually develop the shrewdness necessary for all these. The same wits that would allow me to balance off the two things that I am very much passionate about -- blogging and feature writing.