When I got my first job after college, I swore to myself I would never be one of those people who would use the excuse "Wala akong oras eh" to beg off from meeting friends, from attending to important life priorities, or heaven forbid, from writing.
I'm turning 25 next week and guess what I've become. Yuccch.I really, really should write more.
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But of course, it's not polite, To ask you where you spent last night, And if I did, you might reply that I have no right. --Cross My Heart, Everything But The Girl
I've been writing for nearly half a day--mostly trying to finish this digital marketing plan for the marketing class I'm taking. I suck at this, I feel like I've been pulling teeth most of the time. The words just don't come out naturally compared to, say, if I'm asked to write a news article or a feature article
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Among my various physical ailments/conditions (huhu), I struggle everyday with skin asthma, requiring constant lubrication of my otherwise extremely dry exterior. I rely on Physiogel AI (Anti-Inflammatory) Cream for that.
I began blogging in fourth year high school. I was fricking 15 years old.
I'm now 23 and damn, I feel like someone sucked my soul out and transported me somewhere else. Where everything is so stressful and where feelings cannot be trusted.
Thanks to email archives, I managed to track down some blog posts from my old and now-defunct blog fisieux.
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