Within this blogger page lies a meek blog I have written about dating and flirting. Turned out that since I have actually confronted myself about, it seems like everything is a breeze.
I said that I have troubles telling people I like them, because it makes me feel inferior. But since, I have reprogrammed my schema, things turned out really well. I sent a message to someone I find very attractive and he responded well saying that He like me even before but could not approach me fearing that my ex-lover will be angry.
He actually said it! Man, if I have learned this the easy way, things will be differently. I really have to provoke people in telling some stuffs that I want to hear, err, make that things that I need to hear for me to either move on with my life or cling for dear sake.
This reminds me of all the events that took me into acquaintance with myself.
And yes, I still hate you, Sam Milby. No offense.
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Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Buhatin ko na ang banko.
Just a short note.
While I was waiting for my biological clock to tell me it's sleepy-time, I read some of my blogs here and I find it quite amusing. I never thought that I could just let my mind wander and make sense out of every word that comes out of it.
I never really read my blog to secure authenticity. I just let things flow as naturally as possible. I'm just concerned on how my grammar is and do a really, really quick check. If you find any flaws, please do let me know. Part of my top 5 terrifying things that can happen to me is to blurb out any grammar nuisance. Much obliged if you do.
What I'm so unhappy about is that I may never show my work to any of my friends--well, except for my BFFs. I wish there would be one vehicle for me that I can stay anonymous (playing it safe) while I am free to mesh out the inconsistencies, err, beautiful inconsistencies of my prose. It may have something to do with the anonymity part. The more I stay anonymous, the more free I become. (Take that down, Sam.)
To cut the chase down to the gutter, all I'm saying is that I'm happy I could write effortlessly when all I thought I was just one run-of-the-mill writers who are chained on so many factors. Mine, being open.
Another useful blog presented to you by Half-Cooked Adobo. Seriously.
While I was waiting for my biological clock to tell me it's sleepy-time, I read some of my blogs here and I find it quite amusing. I never thought that I could just let my mind wander and make sense out of every word that comes out of it.
I never really read my blog to secure authenticity. I just let things flow as naturally as possible. I'm just concerned on how my grammar is and do a really, really quick check. If you find any flaws, please do let me know. Part of my top 5 terrifying things that can happen to me is to blurb out any grammar nuisance. Much obliged if you do.
What I'm so unhappy about is that I may never show my work to any of my friends--well, except for my BFFs. I wish there would be one vehicle for me that I can stay anonymous (playing it safe) while I am free to mesh out the inconsistencies, err, beautiful inconsistencies of my prose. It may have something to do with the anonymity part. The more I stay anonymous, the more free I become. (Take that down, Sam.)
To cut the chase down to the gutter, all I'm saying is that I'm happy I could write effortlessly when all I thought I was just one run-of-the-mill writers who are chained on so many factors. Mine, being open.
Another useful blog presented to you by Half-Cooked Adobo. Seriously.
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