The Day I Made This Blog (and some randomness of mine)
…was April 2, 2012. The next day, I edited my HTML codings. The next day, I started posting.
So another Hi for today! :’D
(Hopefully, ‘kay? My mom has been sending me on my daily errands NA NAMAN and I admit that sinuwerte lang ako. I’m thinking, ‘GAAAH, seems like I could only post one per day..BUT this should not discourage me! I’ve just been starting on my new life as a good person on my unique creative way, which includes blogging as a documentation’)
I was typing this a while ago and I felt a bite of “AWWW” as my computer suddenly went off then turned on again, when Google “recovered”, I’ve lost whatever I’ve been typing. I don’t memorize ever thought and every click. Good thing, I’ve posted the other one!
I forgot to mention, I also plan to “separate” not just by tags but by joined blogs as well, I’ll decide.
~sigh. I’ma tell more if I could.
Oh, BTW, I won’t follow any blogs. Or maybe I would. But right now, I don’t think I would ever again. I want to focus on what was running on my mind and keep on documenting.
Let’s just say that I’m afraid of having Alzheimer’s Disease and such. I know, it’s random about what I’ve been thinking of writing about my title but that’s one thing I fail at saying in real life. That’s also one reason why I’ve been having this Minor Obsessive Hoarding. Thanks to my mom (na minsan, momentarily-ng nakakainis lang talaga because we SO disagree in a lot of things, I’m more on my father’s thinking kasi ehh) and I don’t have to worry about having my situation getting worse. Thanks for reminding me to organize my things.
Okay, so my grammar is just fair up there. A bit of Taglish for ya. I experience a Mind-To-Hand mode. Hehe, I made it up. That’s when I’m thinking and my hand keeps on typing on the keyboard as fast as if I’m just talking. The keyboard is noisy, not my mouth. (And sometimes, I wake up my little sister that way.)
I write the way I like and hate being edited. In any way. Try it with my attitude and I’ll only appreciate it if you’re special enough to me to succeed. Otherwise, you’ll just get to form another rant in my head. Without you even knowing it.
I hate “PLASTIC PEOPLE”. That’s a Filipino term. In English, I hate people who pretend. Like, they’re not who they are in front of you. Two-faced. I’m direct. Even if I’d hurt you face to face, I know how much it hurts more behind one’s back.
I write as I like and in here, I’m free. //out.