The Explanation

My laziness is getting the better of me these days. If you might have noticed, I have not posted for almost an eon that my site looks abandoned already. Tarantulas took this side of the virtual space under siege with their enormous cobwebs. My title, "C'mon... Unearth Me," can now be interpreted literally as it is buried in layers of dust as of this writing. The words in the previous posts have rearranged themselves in protest to form an ancient language that can only be deciphered with the use of the likes of Rosetta stone. (They may have reverted back to English when you stumble here by chance, but believe me they did!)

I've been meaning to post blogworthy events that happened during my long hiatus but they've been perpetually put off. It's a pity my audience got tired of going back here to check on my latest posts but went away frustrated. Now I have to start anew to win old friends back and earn new ones.

Actually, I did not really go away. Many times, I visited and reveled on my, as well as my blogmates', entries but just went away unnoticed. I was like a silent watchman of the valley who wandered aimlessly leaving no mark of ever being there. All along, I was rebelling against myself for my incorrigible procrastination.

The finally break the void, I am posting my three entries to the three-part blogwriting contest in Sykes. And to answer your next question, I did not win and that was justifiable enough! I don't mean to sound self-saving but I did not really put my heart into it.

The first piece entitled "Becoming Nocturnal" was a recycled one as it was my same exact entry that won first place in an intra-account essay-writing contest. We were to talk about what we were before Sykes and what we were thinking about the industry before we got in. The article was really out-of-bounds with the theme but I submitted it anyway and afforded myself the surprise of my life when I got wind that I qualified for the next round.

The second round was supposed to talk about our experiences while in Sykes. My entry, which I called "The Tale of a Sykeser," almost missed the deadline. I had to email it to the office three hours before the cut-off as I was on a sick leave that Friday.

"Living the Call" did not make it to the deadline. The mechanics said it was the final blog that will complete the loop and needed to describe the drive that makes us stay. I thought I'd let it go but when my boss pressured me to submit one, I had to apologize profusely to the McDonald's crew who had to dig my draft out of the bin as I knowingly left it there just hours earlier, resolved not to participate in the last leg of the contest.

I know I gave my opponents an easy contest. I know I should have done better than submit haphazardly written articles. But all that is water under the bridge now. I'll just make it up next time, in keeping with my manana habit. And I hope there is a next time...