Here's to blogging and the lack thereof

I'm too wimpy to write. Afraid that what I say will go straight to hell with its disappointing outcome. Too heavy to soar, too dead [if there's such a thing].

I'm too egotistic to write. Afraid that what I will say will be read by people. I know, wrong medium to write on. I should have used the traditional journal, the one with paper.

So, wala lang, para masabi lang makapagblog ako, here's some drafts.

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I'm never really the talkative one. I'm the type who keeps to herself. Frigid and locked away on a self constructed fortress. A hermit.

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People who are around me might say that I'm really loud, a goofball and the crazy one among the crowd. Yes that is also true because I have the urgency to feel uneasy when the people around me looks unentertained.

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However, words have lingered on to the tip of my tongue and got washed up by the immediate wave of saliva, only to be swallowed.

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Energy is neither created nor destroyed; a law about thermodynamics. But wiggling on about in my everyday misadventures, I learn that it's another thing that can be observed even when not on a physics class.

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Judgment is always just a judgment until built into mountains of our personal biases. I

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its these silly little accidents that seem to wound us to greater history ahead.

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if something grabs our attention, its that second look that would lock us with better realizations.

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I'm better off on Twitter. :|