Just wools for you, baby.
--Blogger wrote this one. Not me. Is this how it works here? Blogger writes for you? Like when you click "New Post", you don't get a blank page? That's pretty weird huh. But at least they do pretty well with mind-reading. ;-)
Anyway, (This is already me writing..) this would really be just wool for you, baby. You know, casual blabbering and all that. A little vanity. A little story. A little melodrama. A little nonsense. I think that's what this thing's made for. A little of everything that goes with the season.. and of that does not. Let's make this as loosy coosy as possible. No rules. Zero gravity. Plainly whatever's up.
I have this tingling feeling on my neck telling me to make this post a little special. You know, the tradition of making the FIRST a big deal. Doing it ceremoniously. This is my first post by the way. So an imp is tickling my nape right now bugging me to make this a little special as my first ever Blogspot entry. I slap the imp and make this post special by not making it special. Let's just go with the season. It feels truer, more home-like, more forever-sounding that way.
So without further ado, tweepies, welcome to my freshly resurrected Blogspot, now they call Blogger, from the grave of six years ago. It's pretty awesome I found it, and reactivated it with my Yahoomail. Haha You are nice Google! Welcome welcome welcome. Maybe you'll find all them bizarre creatures here but just don't break anything. Plus when you come around, don't bring outside food. Empty your cups and you're gonna get what the words have made of themselves.
I am not a blogger. I swear. But I do write what the words make of themselves, how they jump into the sentence, and find a special place. I just sit down and post it for heck's sake.
Aright, a little background for this whole thing. Just recently, hmm June this year, life puts me to a new sea of people again. I have been spending the past year adjusting to new different people. And now, another batch to adjust and try to fit in again. I actually appreciate how my life's been so dynamic for me these months. You know.. making me learn how to get around with different kinds of people. It's actually not easy thing though. You meet a lot of weeds that wouldn't really matter in the long run. Sometimes, you just want to pull them out of your pot because either a) they hamper the growth of the flowers or b) they take up so much of your water, vacuuming all your energy. Ugh, such douches. And hey, there's gonna be bitches who think so shallow you wanna slap their asses with a grilled shovel. :))
But the beautiful in the ugly are the people you find interesting. And let's just leave it at that. Sometimes the pleasure of ignorance just gets overwhelming that you don't wanna proceed to knowing more. Simply because the thrill is different when things remain a mystery. And I enjoy the mystery that life is. And the mystery people are. And the mystery of keeping them. Well, adjust. But don't kill the thrill-giving spill.
So there, I have been trying to relate with different people more than ever this time. And I have been discovering a lot things. And I'm having the time of my life learning, and the growing pains that go with it. I am blessed with emotions, the chance of feeling them. So this is how it is huh. This sure feels so human. This looks much more like life.
I am grateful for the push of writing to me. That rush that comes with hearing every written word. That fulfillment of being able to create a story.
So maybe, this blog is nothing but pieces of stories, unravelled from a bigger, more complicated story... My life. Now that sounds so bloggish! Haha
Anyway, before I float away like a pixie in mid-air, I want to thank a newly-met friend and blogger, the astonishing, catwalk virtuoso, Arianne for convincing me to take a spot for myself in the blogworld by taking a more visible form of self. I have been writing a lot in cyberspace since highschool, but my blogs aren't really bloggish as every renowned blogger in history. I keep a blog at Wordpress I just opened this year, but it sounds so detached from the daily dealings of my life. That blog was so bandit I don't even tell everybody about it. So maybe this is time is a vanity blog so to speak.Haha I'm afraid.
See you around!
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