tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86812220420042241542011-04-21T14:38:05.384-07:00Words often escape me, hence I write them down while they're trapped in my unreliable memory. With an ink in a pen, I write each word, and I must say some of them sound absurd. I think about each word carefully without neglecting my feelings and their natural beauty. I have had them with me for a while and for a long time. Now, the time has come to share with the world what once was only mine.Frangelicohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04128674129128267516noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681222042004224154.post-80840846524302465302007-05-11T15:22:00.000-07:002007-05-11T15:25:53.635-07:00After almost four months, I have managed to find my way back here. I never forgot about blogger but for some reason, I got busy and pushed myself away from Blogger by choice. But then again, I'm here now, back and anatomically complete. I'll be making no promises this time though, I mean I never did anyway, but I guess there has been quite a lot of positivity around me lately so I think I am back in shape for blogging. But then I must admit that this new sense of return and revival is due to the fact that I am technically homeless and unemployed. That's life for you.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681222042004224154-8084084652430246530?l=allthemfinnishthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Frangelicohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04128674129128267516noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8681222042004224154.post-23419805504813310602007-01-10T18:16:00.000-08:002007-01-10T18:31:49.730-08:00Because 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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />"Adioooohhhs amigoooohhhs," said the stupid, domesticated and uneducated English speaker.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8681222042004224154-2341980550481331060?l=allthemfinnishthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Frangelicohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04128674129128267516noreply@blogger.com0