We're So Starving...

For those of you Panic at The Disco fanatics, you will know everything from the title. If you’re anything like me—whose level of familiarity with the band is via overhearing their well-orchestrated singing from another (in my case is Gay Henchman)—then you may need a little more explaining. But to save myself the time, you should go ahead and Google the lyrics. Go on, my bunnies. Get!

Or if you’re anything like my Uncle Stewie, who loathes being directed by a stranger, let me go ahead and give you the gist. It's a short song, pretty much with the lyrics:
Oh how it's been so long
We're so sorry we've been gone.
We were writing songs for you.
You don't have to worry because we're still the same

I chose the song because it seems somewhat fitting to the long awaited return of habitual blogging. Also after hearing it play many times from Gay Henchman (I think this was deliberate) it got stuck in my head and possibly might be the only way to make it go away. But yes, I was gone for the month. I miss you all. Now I am back. Like before of brand new? Well you be the judge….
Tada!

Three words will describe the crux of why I have been gone for the month of April: I am sick. When dear Ol’ Poppy meets a virus, they apparently get to know each other very well. This relationship has extended to the point where my life was put in jeopardy; although, histrionics aside, I do admit that my capacity of energy has diminished thus preventing me from blogging. And very much like the deep understanding of the gay community, this bad bug was introduced to me by my very own henchman.

But no matter as he has been so kind enough to dedicate his time to fulfilling all my chores and errands (with the promise to get paid of course, after all who in this society wants to work for me for free?!). And let me once again state to the viewers what an awesome find Gay Henchman has been for me! So I thank him once again.

Just because I had taken a break from blogging in the month of April, that doesn’t mean that the constant moving modules of my life were shifted to a stagnant state. Indeed it sure felt that way at times, but I fought. Perhaps it was of perfunctory effort, but effort to rebel against the stagnation nonetheless. But I chose to take a break from writing overall. Instead I took to the streets and walked around, meandering optimistically (the medicine could also be a possible source of “giddiness”) in hopes to find an adventure.

And I did. Not only did many side adventures happened, but also the traditions of April that I sowed and followed many years back. For one thing, my Volunteer Season has begun. As the name implies, it’s the time of the year where I start to do more volunteering for the community. These acts would also follow on several festivities which I try to take part of. For example the Earth Day festivals that goes on in several parts of the county. Sadly I have to report that I could not make it to one of my traditions due to a relapse in my health.

But please, take no pity in Poppy Montage. I am a perfectly healthy human being. I just have the most unfortunate epidemiological luck. The Center of Disease Control would love me!

For the month of April,
Poppy Montage!