Yay, my very own blogspot.

Finally, a place that gives me a timid urge to start blogging again. From the very beginning, I started blogging like a madwoman my freshman year in college. I assume it was because I had nothing better to do and blogging was my way to steer clear from working on those horrid 10 page essays that bored sickness into my love to write. I used to blog on old websites here and there, such as...Asianavenue and Xanga, now wishing secretly that I had printed them or saved them somehow; so I can go back and read them...reminiscing on my past, whether it was exciting or not. I really hope the regretful path for my unborn stories do not occur here on blogger. I guess the reason why I stopped going on those sites were mainly because of myspace. In a laughing tone, it's all myspace's fault!

Since I was a member of that site, back in 2006, I was pretty consistent with writing my thoughts, opinions, curse words, and all. I was not as technology savvy back then, so...the site appeared much more approachable and appealing. Due to those reasons, myspace got the best and possibly the worst of my creativity throughout the years. You can find a lot of my posts from as old as 2006 on my myspace url, macdaddyshell, but if you're not my friend on myspace, you're out of luck on reading the good stuff. I know that there may be only a handful of public readers out there that actually enjoy my writings, but I just wanted to apologize for having to cut you off if you were not already my friend via myspace.

I am not at all a person that hides my thoughts or opinions, in fact, I might be too over opinionated, but heck...this is AMERICA. That's right, I pulled the America card and it felt good! My point is, the reason I started controlling who could and could not read what I was writing was simply because it was too much personal information/personal thoughts being thrown out there for anyone and everyone to read, pick at, and who knows, relive themselves. As a person, an oxygen breathing human being, you can't control what you think; and assuming as a writer via blogs only for now, it all just comes out once you start the first sentence, fast and furiously, as corny and cheesy as that sounds...and as a younger adult back then, apparently I did not think before I clicked on that post button. A handful of posts should have just stayed locked up in a diary, lol(yes, I will continue to exercise my texting terms here!)...but oh...how I love to type it out rather than use a pen or pencil.

Pencils suck by the way, just a thought. I feel sort of
embarrassed that I leaked to the world memories that did not belong, of not just my own, but my parent's especially. Those brisks memories tangled into words sent off into the unknown world of the internet. Who knows who read it...it didn't matter if the reader cared or not, but they knew. They knew, because they read each word I had took my time and anger to type out. I guess you can say my muse is in the depths of anger. Once something gets me hyped up, I can write for hours and hours at a time. No stopping, no breaks, no one to talk to. I just sit there and write as if that will make it all better. And you know what? It does. Writing will always be a passion of mine and I will never stop.

So here's a cheers to my very first blog on blogger. Goodbye myspace and thanks for the time and all of your patience with my anger blogs. To now and the future on my new blogger, here will be my thoughts, opinions, and probably venting moments...but the end of overly personal information. I'll save that for my diary, thank you and yes...I know, you're welcome.




PS. Thanks to Ying's first blog who inspired me to relate the two together and also for introducing me to blogger. You are so awesome!