A secret blog

Last month, I was itching to write something very negative in this blog but my instinct was warning me I’m going to regret it in the future. Something very personal happened and I’m not supposed to write anything too personal in this blog and so I created a secret blog where all my evil clandestine thoughts will be expressed. I wanted to get a new domain but since I couldn’t afford one at the moment, I decided to sign up for a new WordPress account.

I had this weird idea of writing letters to myself. So all my 6 posts there start with Dear Me and end with Kind regards, Me. I write pretty much about intimate things like what irritates me, what makes me happy, people I hate, people I love, etc. Basically this clandestine blog means freedom to me. I can say whatever I want just like in Manila Street. No limitation. No restriction. No reservation. It’s just me documenting my life in details. Not that anyone is interested in reading my life story, I was just thinking it’s a great way to get even.

Reading my posts there, I can’t help but be amazed, not with my writing style, but with the things I said or wrote. Did I really say these things?

Self-absorbed and very stubborn, I find it somewhat difficult to make friends with people. I have my own world.

You see, even if I grew up in Manila, I still consider my self a province girl …

I swear I’d never see them again forever after that stupid payabangang walang kwentang get-together

Truth is, I’ve long accepted the fact that my eyes are too tiny, my nose is flat, the shape of my face is irregular. cheekbones too prominent, and my teeth are crooked.

Keeping a blog helps me get to know myself really well.