My, my.
It’s my first blog post for such a long while. I thought I’d never blog again, but here I am back at the keyboard, on the 24th of April, 2009, typing away at a blog I’m about to post.
If you had been a (very rare) ardent follower of my blog in the past, then you might want to know that Decipher no longer hides behind the veil that he created for himself. Owen is going to be Owen; there are going to be some posts that you may not like, but I no longer write to entertain.
My one-year hiatus with blogging, perhaps, has been a great experience for me to mature as a person. Business failures, a return to school, and a very hectic year later, I would like to have a place to sort my thoughts.
I remember writing on my Multiply that my blog is like a “folder” for me to keep all my stuff. Don’t expect anything to be complete, beautiful as you might read a book. Then again, I might be expecting too much. After all, most of you will probably just read this note, think it’s crap and leave.
Right now, it’s been really busy for me and I’ve just managed to mix the medley for my OCIP to perform for cultural night. Hope everything turns out fine. I guess we’ll have to see tomorrow if it works out; otherwise, it’s going to be back to the drawing mixing board.
Life is pretty hectic, but fun. While it’s no longer hectic in terms of the high-pressure and isolatedness of my previous entrepreneurial experience, it is hectic in a way that makes me feel challenged. People around me are intelligent, capable, and some of them are truly my role models. SMU has been an exciting time thus far.
Plans for the holidays? I’m about to go on a 21-day trip to the Philippines and hopefully I’ll return not just safe and sound, but also to grow as a person and to contribute in whatever little way I can to the people over there. Then, I’ll be looking at the possibility of being a scholar (ironically, after turning down those opportunities previously). It’s my final round of interviews. It was supposed to be on the first week of May but unfortunately going for my OCIP means that I’ll be unable to go for the interview. I’ll find out shortly if a change in date could possibly cause a change in fate for the opportunity.
Tomorrow: A food-tasting session at our OCIP group mate’s house. And more rehearsals for our project’s Cultural Night. Busy, but what’s life without busy-ness?
If you are reading this, remember Gandhi. 
“Tonight, when I sleep, I die. Tomorrow morning, when I wake up, I am reborn.”
