Three Years

Three years have passed and a lot has changed. It's amazing how you look back on your old blog posts and think to yourself, "was that I who wrote and posted those online?" It is kind of a nostalgic experience because as I went through with my former blog posts, I missed my old self, and my old life. I missed the happiness I had back then, and how my mind worked back then. All of those are now buried deep down in my memory. Accessible, but currently absent.

This is my blog and just like sharing my opinions, especially since no one reads this anyway.

I like posting blogs because in here, no one criticizes, not my English teacher, not anybody. I am as free as a bird, lightweight and can glide freely on the sky. I don't get a lot of stuffs that are happening on the world now. I am dazed... and confused. LOL. I just watched that movie and it was hilarious! Thank you Benji for lending it to me. "That's what I like about high school girls...I get older, they stay the same age." Our favorite line from the movie by Matthew McConaughey.

Anyway, Happy Father's Day to all the Dads out there. Especially to the ones who have done a very good job on being one.

I'm single. WEE!

Tomorrow, I'm planning to watch the finale of The Killing (since I've been watching it for a while now) with Aunt Margarette. I just thought it'd be fun to watch the finale with her because she's the one who got me into watching the show. Thanks Aunt Margarette! It's the city councilman! :P

I still hate you T. You are the worst guy in the world.

A lot of things to get done....Ugh. Isn't it ironic how you make a schedule of your own, and you end up not following it anyway? Are making schedules a waste of time? I've been into the habit of writing on small pieces of papers little stuffs that are like reminders to myself. "It's weird but it's helpful!

I really hope I get better with English. I want to do better in my English classes because my mom was such a great writer. I remember when we had the assignment on my English class back on 5th grade, My mom wrote the summary of the President's State of the Nation Address for me. Unfortunately, my former school doesn't have grades. But, I really liked the way she wrote it. It was like a 5-page essay. I hope I had a talent like hers. I guess in my case, it needs to be developed. But isn't that how we get better at things?

Okay, I'm gonna stop writing now. I've been fully convinced lately that posting your thoughts and expressing it online is not a good idea at all. This is due to all the articles I've read about the bad effects of social networking sites. It's for my research paper. Umf. I feel like I sound redundant now and ineffective. I don't know where this path will take me.

I'd like to share some more but I'm starting to get the feeling that I'm wasting my time again, so, I'll probably be keeping all those to myself right now. Will be reading Swift's Modest Proposal again for English class. Oh Mrs. Yates, thank you so much for enlightening me regarding this topic, I'm guessing I won't be having a hard time understanding it this time.

Happy Father's Day Bro!

I missed this feeling of being able to write freely straight from your heart without the feeling of insecurity from being scrutinized by other people.

Nobody is really perfect, but our imperfection fits us perfectly.