I hate writing.. rather, writing hates me.

I admire my sister so much for her passion for writing. She would compose poems, short stories, essays, you name it.. and do it with such ease. Heck! What am I talking about?! She doesn’t even need ease to write! The thoughts pour out of her like a wrecked fire hydrant!


Then why in the world am I composing this [journal, entry, documentary, essay.. just fill in the blank] right now?


Well I just created a blog, haven’t I? The world is expecting something of substance from this “blogger.” Well then World… come and get some!… Oh noooo, I wasn’t referring to me! You could get nothing of substance here… Just random neurological spasms delivered directly to my fingers, then transmuted onto my keyboard.



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  • The author and editor would like to thank the visitors of this site for dropping by and taking time to go through the articles.

    These are simply but ramblings of one woman struggling to retain as much youth in a fast-aging world. With her deteriorating senses and memory, this is her way holding on to as much as she can remember.

    The tone of the blog will most-likely change once she shifts to another phase in life. As of the moment, she claims to be at peace while in hibernation.

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