Dear Blogiary,

I used to keep a journal/diary [what ever you want to call it]. This was very insufficient. Back then I was a kid…unlike the kids these days who have a device connecting to the internet every second of their existence, I did not. I was a ‘normal’ kid compared to these technology dependent brats you see these days. I mean, get up off your behind; get your face out of the phone/computer/laptop/video-games and help out with chores, nubs. Anyway…back when I was a kid, I had a book to write in about my daily activities and oh-so-boring-routine. Well, I didn’t write everyday, just sometimes, when I had nothing else to do. I wrote about the new things that happened to me, the moments when I didn’t feel so good, the happy times, the boring times, etc…they were always in chronological order from the beginning of the day to the end.

Then I also had these entries that were some what incomplete. It was as if I wrote something secret in them, and if another person were to read it, they’d know I was hiding what had happened…so I would be the only one who knew the details. As I read these types of entries, I did know what had happened. I read the entries often…then one day I ripped them up and threw them in the trash. I felt like I was keeping a bunch of notes that where made of lost hope. Once I threw those out…I started to blog more frequently. This made me happy. I guess its because I like when you guys read my posts…I like to share my thoughts with people. I think the book version was too private for me. I mean I wouldn’t mind letting people read my entries, but when I offer people to read them, they’d get all bug-eyed and act as if they are ‘invading’ my ‘privacy’, which I was letting them read. Seems kind of shady LOL.

The whole idea of a diary/journal seems like the secrecy that you aren’t meant to share or shouldn’t share with people…its ludicrous, cause’ then people like me become the weird ones who want others to read my writing. Insane, right? One thing is for sure…I am so thankful for time, to have introduced blogging to me. Otherwise, I’d still be that loser poking my diary into people’s faces…begging them to read it. [I exaggerate]

So, thank you.


I am…

So, today I feel like writing about my day. It was fine. LOL. Moving on… I had class today and the second half of class, two of my classmates had to do their oral presentations. Mine is in the middle of April…blah. Anyway, during their presentation I started to doodle, just so I don’t doze off [read: “How to stay awake during class“]. I noticed that my drawings are mesmerizing. This got me thinking; I am probably not so “Talentless” after all. I mean there are so many things, I think, I am good at, or at least feel I have the confidence to be good at…if that makes any sense. Because, I am Batman [I want a Bruce Wayne or want to be a Bruce Wayne]. I felt like saying that, since he is good at mostly everything…I don’t know why. Anyway, here’s a list!

What makes me similar to Bruce Wayne, the “best-fictional-character”:

I do have a few enemies..actually I don't think I do.

I have a few enemies..actually I don’t think I do.

-I am a blogger, anonymous for the most part, like Batman.

-I like to help people…even though I don’t help most of the time LOL…meaning I want to help people, like Bruce Wayne.

-The looks…lets not get into this. [Lower your gaze people; lol joking, I don’t know about my looks actually].

-The butler…I need an Alfred. For real.

-I don’t got the money, technology, or much of the brains that he has…but everyone can dream. One day!

Eh…seems like I am not really like Mr.Wayne after all. Whatevs. Btw, who watches “Young Justice”?

This post was such a FAIL.