Today is a monday.
I am not in the mood yet again for the nth time this month. I don't know if its lack of motivation or if I lost my will to write or (for a more imaginative reason)someone stole my writing skills. That's why even if I have lots of things in my mind or I have a lot of pent up emotions I still don't know how to start.
I am never not inspired. I am part of a concert where I get to sing my heart out. I am very well loved of course by Rommel and my family, I have good friends, (guys sorry if we're not seeing each other lately because my social life was sacrificed for the outreach/concert/fund raising that we're doing. whew! my happy hours were devoted for a noble cause), I am trying to have a small business partnering with my mama in selling victoria secrets and nivea lotions and olay products and many many many more others. :)
so why the hell did my writing skills turn rusty?
Or maybe its just a bad case of laziness. Thank you God for Holidays, and please let the days of the week pass by a blur and let it be weekend once again.
Had a happy time last weekend.
HP!
