Oh man.

I just realized how cheesy my last post was. Today's the first time I read it since the time it was written. It made my hair stand and I was like, "Was I really the one who made this?". Good thing nobody reads this blog so this is like my private journal.

I have no plans of removing that post since I really meant that at some point. It was therapeutic for me because I have no one to share it with at that time. I'm not even sure whom to tell it to. That entry kind of lifted something from my shoulders, though not the entire load.

I'm glad I'm back to blogging. I'm not writing on my handwritten journal anymore, it's not that I can't find the time or I'm too tired to do it. I just forget to write and there's a big blank that keeps getting bigger and bigger and I'm too lazy to fill it up. Maybe I'll just blog for the meantime.

I'm currently getting over a traumatic experience in my life (No, you're wrong. It doesn't concern the last post). But I'm thankful that I have understanding parents and I came out of that situation alive. Clue: It's a life and death situation. I'm really grateful that I'm still here, typing this entry. But that time, I really didn't think that I was gonna die. I just didn't feel like that was gonna happen. I didn't have my life flashing before me, or maybe that stuff just happen in the movies? Bottom line, I came out of that situation alive and unscathed and I'm so happy about it. This is like my second life! I was given a second chance and I'll do my best to make the most of it.

Finals are up next week. I wish I could get through that with passing marks. I don't want to fail anything, it'll make my second life harder. Heehee