LIFE IS WONDERFUL

Dear Dairy, it's me... again.
Dear Diary, It’s me… again.

Okay, even though I stand firmly on my belief that technology, alongside improving our lives in innumerable ways, has taken much intimacy and reality of our lives, I have decided to take the step, and dive into the unknown. Yes, I am making a blog.

As much as I hate to use the term “blog” in replacement of what I used to call, with such respect, my diary, it is what it is and it is a blog.

Just to make it clear so that everybody understands, I don’t usually give people the satisfaction of knowing what’s going on in my head, for the mere justification that a diary’s main purpose is to guide you through self-discovery. Note: SELF.

So, why do I bend my belief structure for this? This, technologic alternative to what I’ve held dear to me since I can remember? What are my grounds in which I find myself in my dining room drenched in silence with only the clickidy-clackidy of my keyboard to keep me company? Well, ever since I’ve had a diary and/or journal, I’ve had trouble keeping track of everything. I end up neglecting what is supposed to help guide me through self-discovery. Hell, I can’t even keep a planner! Note: this can be justified by the fact that if you look into my Starbuck’s planner, which I’ve worked oh so hard for, you will notice nothing has been written after February 25. And after the years of unsuccessful continuity, you could say the only thing I have discovered about myself is that I have horrible spelling and bullets can leave guns in a longer time-span than I can keep a diary fully informed.

Another reason is that, I have recently realized that even though it is my road to self-discovery that lead me here, I wouldn’t be who I am if it weren’t for other people. I wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for my parents, thanks mom and dad for… well… uhm… doing what you had to do… I refuse to go into detail. And where would I be without my friends whom I’ve grown within and is scared to grow apart from. I need to keep them informed. Maybe that will keep me motivated to still write in this blasted contraption you call a computer whenever I can. And since I am moving this coming school year and have moved the school year before that, maybe instead of pretending we’ll still talk on the phone or “KEEP IN TOUCH” or otherwise, we can be more realistic and read each others blogs and comment on how much we enjoyed them through the ever reliable medium that is YM. Besides, it is always better to share. I also hate it when I have something to share and have to tell people who aren’t necessarily in the same “barkada” or clique, and have to tell the story over and over again. This is tragic for a funny story, because it sucks the fun and energy of telling the story that it affectively ruins the delivery. So why not just write it once, where everybody can see it? It also annoys me when I thought I said something, but I really only said it within the secure walls of my journal. And if I write it my blog, people can more easily relate. And as I’ve said before it is always better to share.

Anyway, since it is summer, and aside from the factors of reliability and convenience, I figured I might as well try something new. And I just realized the vanity of reading and shamefully enjoying my own writings in my journal. Have you ever done that? I know most of you have. Just writing something and with feelings of accomplishment you, shamefully or otherwise, enjoy doubling back and reviewing what you have written. I mean, that was the vanity involved in keeping a journal and/or diary and I just couldn’t deal with that. I’m not used to being vain. I mean, as you can see base on my appearance, I don’t put that much thought into what I wear or how I look. Because that is who I am, and you can take me or leave me, either way I’d accept you. But, I have nothing against vain people. Everyone in my family is vain, except my dad, whom I take after. Which is probably why I am immune to vanity myself. I lived too much of my life drenched in vanity and now I am immune to it. It doesn’t affect me anymore. Besides, I’d rather live my life being ridiculed for who I am, than praised for who I’m not.

So, there. I have said my piece. I’ve done my bit, set it up for judgment, and patiently await the consensus of the general public regarding it. Thanks for listening. And yes, I know you’re reading, but in reading this you are listening. Words are not to be heard, they are to be listened to, be it written or verbal. And remember the moral of the story; it is always better to share. Except germs, bacteria, deceases, and alike, of course. Have a great day! Much love and peace out…

Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: Life Is Wonderful- Jason Mraz

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