Half of Me in Black

Blogging. This is my first post in my new WordPress blog “Half of Me in Black”. Cathy, what the hell are you thinking about when you made this blog? Why? And why black? Where’s the romantic Red you’re fond of? Yep. Red is the love of my life, courage, blood, life.. But lately, I’ve been falling in love with black. And so, I’m into another journey with my other side, the other side tinted in black. Weird, restless. In my other blogs (CATHastrophic Mediocrity and Beautiful Mediocrity), I’ve been fond of organized chaos, with all my rants turning to beautiful endings, and golden lessons learned. Can’t I just be in touch with the wild side?

Just a while ago, I was wondering what in the world will I talk about here in this black blog. And a savior here says “Why not ‘The Weird Side of Cathy’?” Why not? If I’m going to talk about black, my weirdness, why will I even bother to make you understand what I’m blabbering about? Who cares anyway? Am I talking some sense here? I bet you’ll say I’m not.. hahahaha.. That’s the point..

I’m wearing black today, with a black sling bag. Does that has something to do with this post? Not really. I was just simply fascinated by black. Weirdness? Let me think. I’ve been craving to eat something that I don’t know what. And I find it weird too, that it’s already 5:30, and it was just 3:00 when I last stared at the moving hands of the clock. I find it weird that the usual lazy afternoon passed by me without me knowing I’ve wasted a couple of damn hours pounding on this keyboard.

Tomorrow, I’ll again see that annoying guy whose presence pisses me off. But I also find it weird though that he’s also one of those I’ll miss when I have to take my last step out from this office days from now. I hate it when I see him, but I also hate the idea that he’s leaving first. I hate the lazy afternoons that I have to code and recheck this damn XML, but I also hate the idea that days from now, I have to go and leave this laptop, and the people I’ve been with for a couple of months.

I’m running out of thoughts for now. Have to leave the next sentence blank.