Hello Stranger

I couldn't believe I read my previous posts. Although not in entirety but many of them. I browsed through every inch of my immaturity and am still writing one (immaturity) right now. This whole idea started when I was reading one of my cheap thrills (Glamour). Some article reminded me how it feels when you read through your old journals and that's exactly what I did. Ohhh boy did I really write all those? I remember keeping a diary since first grade, I don't recall saving them till now but this one right here is the technologically advanced version. Thank you server for keeping up with whiners like me. And as Glamour said (yuck Glamour said? what the hell did Glamour say?) upon looking back through this memorabilia slash depression writing slash i-think-people-are-gonna-read-this-stuff and just plain old ranting; you can gauge how much you've learned. Wow! haha. I realized I wrote funny. I laughed at myself. And yeah I know I loved me but seriously I was funny especially my Filipino entries. Self correction was my hobby. Depression was second nature to me. It almost felt like I was just over reacting to life but then again you can't blame the college girl struggling in Manila. whahahaha. And I really was struggling and still struggling financially. Will it ever end?

For the longest time I've been searching and planning where I can do better writing online. I think I've signed almost all popular blog sites but still can't make enough time to sit down and do my site. I wanted to write seriously. I'm not giving up. Maybe I'll stay with dear old blogspot.

Hey I did find love. Here and there.