There's two reasons why I can't go all the way back to the last two months of my new life--1.) Unlike before, I don't have the time to sit down and type. 2.) Those are like spoiled vegetables, not as fresh as they once did.

I know it's a crazy logic but I write better when something 'just happened', like a headline on the news, which is always better if it's delivered early, while the story is still going on, or the accident has just come to an end. I like my posts that way too. Always up-to-date with what I'm doing, feeling or going through right at this moment. Sometimes I can still write about things from yesterday, but most of the time, I can't. It doesn't feel the same anymore unless, I remember exactly how I think when it happened, which is not always the case.

I decided to summarize what happened after I got out of the hospital. That way, I wouldn't have to bore anyone, including myself.

--A few days after I was discharged, I was forced to go to the office to adjust my leave. Thanks to my new manager who is not as responsible as my former, I have to travel all the way from my house in Caloocan to our office in Quezon City, in pain. It's only been a few days, the wound is bitching so bad. I have no choice though, there's no one to take care of it but me. Good thing was my colleagues/friends are all there on their shift and it turned out to be quick visit for me.

--Alex decided to stay with me. He moved out of Blumentritt and relocated to our house in Caloocan. I'm glad he did. I talked to Lesbo Bitch about Alex's decision to come with me, and the most surprising thing happened when we were about to leave, she cried. Well, sorry bitch, you gotta let him go, he's no longer your slave.

--I was able to see our friends in Manila the night that we moved out of our small room in the boarding house. They were surprised by our sudden decision to leave because I didn't tell them that I plan to leave after all is said and done. But of course, they're happy for us, and they congratulated us for our new life together.

I tried to hide my sadness while I was talking to them. I'm sure as hell gonna miss these people. It has been a tough life for me, living in the boarding house and having to take care of myself, but with all of them around me, I made it. I never thought, not in a million years, that this boarding house I so hated before, will end up being one of the closest and dearest thing to me.

--Trying to adjust to the changes hasn't been easy for me. I was at home most of the time, I can't go out and when I do, it's limited to the places near the house. Alex is doing his part. Even though he still doesn't have a job yet, he's trying to make money by helping out in his friend's motorcycle shop.

--The best news I can probably share is; finally, after many months of being a useless piece of crap, my mother finally got a job. Well, it's not really a job on a company or something. She works for my gramma's brother, uhhmmm that makes him her uncle-yeah yeah, at the furniture shop. It's not much really, and she still go home every night, yet, it's better than nothing.

This whole experience had been a bumpy ride; it's hard, I'm challenged emotionally of trying to cope in my fast chaging world, and I have a lot to learn... I know I'm just getting started. The best/worst? is yet to come.