AndieCrafts

I am currently attempting that which I have never attempted before: customize my own blog. I should say that my progress might be a little slow, and that the outcome might not be too pleasing, but hey! I am only human. So sue me.

In the process of finalizing my blog, I have managed to dig up some of my older entries, those entries which I have not placed online, and the entries I have managed to save only as drafts. Hahaha… I guess those entries compose more than the entries I have actually placed here. I have had 3 blogs before this blog (not counting the diaries and thought notebooks I have kept throughout the years), and all of them have entries that show how I was, or how my past selves (yes, there were just as many me’s before as the me’s there are right now) were. It’s just that I am not yet ready to unleash all of the me’s to the blogging world.

I have been blogging for almost 4 years now. Four long years filled with both happy and sad experiences, gloryfying and humbling moments, all the other extremes, and everything else in between. Life. Damn it. I wish I could proudly say that I have lived all of those years.

Me and my stupid thoughts. How I wish I could just stop thinking. Even for just a few moments. But I guess those few moments would be the death of me.

I guess my time to go home has come. I have not been able to use Sylvia the laptop (due to my recent fight with my father) for two nights now, thus the reason why I have been hanging out quite late lately in the office. But I still have a few things to purchase: some hair sticks to add more variety to my hairstyles, and some other things which I am not ready to reveal to thew public yet. So I have to leave Kalasag right now, or the malls will close on me.

Before I actually leave, I just want to remind you that I was kidding about the suing part. I cannot afford to be sued.

I have realized just how unlucky a person I am. I believe in God, I believe in the Sacred Feminine, I believe in Heaven, hell, I even believe in Karma. But I have never considered believing in luck up until now. I may be the most hard-working shrew in the entire world, right way up or overturned, but my luck is another story.

This still pertains to our God-forsaken subject, Methods Engineeering. We were supposed to have a company four weeks ago, and yet my luck, well, the lack of it rather, seems to find all the means possible just to lead us to dead ends. And I’m telling everyone who has never experienced dead ends the way I am experiencing right now: when I say DEAD ends, I MEAN DEAD ENDS!

My Theology class is up in a couple of minutes, and yet I haven’t studied a word. I am so effing tire of my life caught up in such a world. I cannot blame anybody, though. Somehow, I have caused upon my own self such pains and expectations I would never wich upon my worst enemies. Oh well. Good Luck to me. Even just a teeny-wee bit.

Au revoir…