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I am Mi-Ann.
14 15 16 17 18 20 21 23 years old.
Student of the universe.
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everything i write here is true on the moment i wrote it. it may or may not hold truth anymore at present.
RESPECT. that's all im asking


Reach for the stars.. so if you fall short, you land in the clouds.
Reviving the comfort of expression
10:00 PM | Monday, August 20, 2012


I've missed this. Writing. It's obviously been a while. The latest post was more than a year ago. But really, it's been a rough year..

But I truly miss this. More often than not, I've contemplated of putting up a new blog post but laziness and the haste of everything around swallowed the idea. Also, just recently, I've started reading again. And the renewed sense of deliciousness of the ability of words was somehow very inviting. So here we are.

I am not quite sure I've mentioned before, but I've had the brilliant thought of keeping a daily journal in my notebook. Not a journal of many phrases or sentences.. just words that I learned from the day or that simply embodies what has been in the last 24 hours. Even that didn't work out. I am now staring amusingly at the last date of entry which was last February.. So much for that idea.

But really, what brought me back was the nostalgia of writing in the moment. Being pensive. Looking back at who I was during the date of my last post.. A lot have changed. I have changed. And it fascinates me how different I was. How things that I was so sure of pursuing back then are all a blur to me. How I now see things in a different light and what was then a clear plan for me on what to do with my life has become a dull idea to me now. Change is truly the most constant thing in this world...

Now, I'm back to searching. What do I really want after all this? Deep in me, I know I'm searching for something that would truly give meaning to me, a cause worth my interest. Because as time passes, the more I realize how I easily get bored over things.. I want to be constantly mentally stimulated and do something that I really want. The people we meet, the things that occur, the situations, the challenges, the pressure, the trials, the triumphs, the realization but mostly, the changes...... They changed me too.

I know this entire post doesn't quite make sense.. I'm even wondering if I should really post this. But this reflect my thoughts now. I am confused. More than ever.

1 brave soul/s