Because I love doodling, babbling and not to mention it was a dead boring winter day in Seoul, I subjected myself to signing up on www.blogger.com. That was three years ago. In fact, very few people blogged at that time and the word itself sounded so foreign, some thought it was just an annoying sound. I'm not going to give anyone a thorough lecture on the history of blogging, or should I say, my history with blogging. The awful truth is I'm pathetic and I just wanted to welcome myself back to blogger.com. I've decided to come back because I'll be going on a trip and I thought blogging would be a nice (kids, never use the word "nice." it's too broad and useless) and efficient way of documenting my experiences as I go on my journey, and when I say "journey" I could be implying white slavery because I'm Asian and the west thinks my people are always subject and vulnerable to that kind of half-life crime.
In the past blogs which I cannot trace anymore, I managed to write a few short stories which I never got to finish. If memory serves me awfully right, I also posted a number of poems there which I myself composed. I'm not sure if I'm doing these this time around. I bet I won't have much time for blogging but I'm promising myself and to the people who read this with nothing but pity for me, that I will take time to blog about my travails in Europe. I can't promise to be here every day the Lord has made but I'll be here every now and then.
"Adioooohhhs amigoooohhhs," said the stupid, domesticated and uneducated English speaker.
About Me
- Frangelico
- I'm a pretty much grounded person with a fairly stable head. I have been trying to avoid self-absorption a lot lately. I hardly talk unless I establish a decent amount of comfortability with you. Very few people take me seriously because i guess people think I'm insensitive and bland. I dare to be a global citizen and explore what's outside my crappy country and i say this with much love. I love my family on most God-given days and the very few genuine friends that I have. My friend who I certainly am NOT in love with says I can be a bit smug and that my strangeness makes me unique. He also says I am a bit troubled, albeit amusing, lovable, cute, funny, undeniably unforgettable, fun, and not to mention, a source of a good meaningful smile. That said, I think I love myself.I like people who can actually think for themselves and those with beliefs and philosophies no matter how crappy they may be. I always keep myself busy with things that don't matter to many people, but these things make me happy. I always think i have so little time and so much to do. Wait, are you still reading this? geez...Get a life...