History
One day, I had extra 3 hours to
pass before my meeting was due and I couldn't think of any way to kill time
(because I forgot my book) but browsed my gmail and ended up on blogger. And
there started my first rant about vanity vs narcissism. I wrote another one
about pixie cut and eventually got bored at writing things so I eventually
stopped.
I don’t engage in Facebook. While
browsing photos at my laptop, my mom told me why not write about the place I’ve
been to, things I am doing, book I am reading, and blah, blah, blah. Basically
her point is for me to have a journal about certain things that I am doing so
that one day, I have something to look back to remind me what I have done in all these
years.
Honestly, I find it taxing
aside from the fact that I only like to write for the first five minutes and
then poof! Surrender is the next. But who knows what will happen 5 – 10 years
from now? I might have amnesia and no one’s gonna care to conduct my own
history lesson?
Likes
Books! I am one of those children
who depends on flashlights in the middle of the night just to finish what I
am reading or get scolded for not making chores done because I was so engrossed
with Dostoevsky’s Notes from the Underground.
Music. It soothes my ever
active easily annoyed nerves.
Travelling. I prefer solo but
groupies will do.
Coffee. Best if it’s brewed.
Too bad I can’t stand it now. I mean, my stomach can’t.
(It’s beyond 5 mins and I don’t think I can
write more…)
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