It was just the hype.
I started this blog for the reason that it sounded cool to have a blog back then. One becomes a blogger, talks and shares about things he encountered during the day, which in my case are mostly insubstantial topics anyway. But that is precisely what I like about blogging. It is the freedom. No one has the right to criticize the blogger, although I’ve dealt with a pretty good amount of English Nazis (God bless them).
I’ve stayed in this place, figuratively, for about 6 years, I think. That’s a significant amount of documentation of my entire existence on planet earth, which is 10,364 days including today (That is, assuming I’m not dying later), and given the fact that I’ve started writing here 2,065 days ago in Hong Kong, which shouldn’t matter as I’m now in the same time zone of UTC/GMT +8 hours, and so for the benefit of Sheldonic friends and readers out there (Come out, don’t be shy), it makes up of 19.92% of my life when rounded off 2 decimal places, which should even be higher when adjusted for marginal errors because it was technically impossible for me to blog during my childhood when I can’t even read or write.
Okay, enough.
Normally I would have posted something of saying like “Hi” or “Hello” again after more than 4 months of hiatus, but this time it’s ironic to think that I’m saying “Goodbye.” I didn’t mean to just abandon blogging. I’ll probably make a new start or something, but I don’t have anything solid at the moment. I guess I’m a very opinionated person and despite people saying I’m timid or shy, I really talk a lot when I’m comfortable so I’m sure it won’t be that long that you’d miss me.
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It amazes me and at the same time I feel proud, when people ask me randomly “Where are you now?”, because I realize I’ve set up an image of self-independence and being disconnected. Well, being disconnected is something that doesn’t sound very positive, you’re right, but what I was just trying to say is that I didn’t rely on other people’s decision. I’m not a coefficient in front of an unknown variable.
Right this time, I’m in Cebu City, back in my home country, the Philippines. Although not an alien here, it’s some 540km away from home as the crow flies, and I’ve felt the same feeling I have whenever I’m in a new place. People speak a language I can’t understand (Although most can speak Tagalog and English), unfamiliar streets and strangers everywhere, different mode of transportation (It’s cool they use LPG taxis here). Perhaps, the biggest thing I don’t have to adjust to is that the money is the same peso, and I didn’t have to apply for a work permit to earn a living.
You were probably wondering what happened in Singapore. People are coming out of my country faster than the speed of diarrhea, yet I chose to come back. “Nandun ka na, umalis ka pa.” (You were there, you still left), or maybe a better and more practical way of saying it, “Nakaalis ka na, bumalik ka pa” (You have left already, you still returned).
I’ll tell you one thing. Making the decision of moving back home is one of the easiest decisions I made, and you know what I find the hardest to figure out? It is not being able to grasp something in Singapore that would make me want to stay, of course, apart from my beloved friends 
So despite being used to being rational, I was left with no choice but to believe the most irrational reason why I left Singapore. It is because it’s not a role I was meant to play.
Farewell, and thank you for everything.
