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IN SEVEN DAYS...

A week after today, I'll start a new school year. Although majority of the people I know are dreading for that time of the year to arrive, I'm actually pretty excited to start anew. I'm promising myself (and this time, I'll do good on my promise) that I'll be a better student and that I'll take my studies seriously now.

Since my love life (and sex life) is pretty non-existent right now, I should be able to focus on my studies more instead of moping around like a cry baby for the lack of love. I should work on honing myself for my career, right? I think I could spare my life 3 more years of a simple life, without complications, without strings attached. It's long overdue anyway.

So, what shall I do while I wait for the week to end? I've decided to make do of the remaining time with the things I've postponed to do for the summer.

First on my list would probably to work out and jog. I've been a sloth and a slob this summer and my muffin top is dripping outside my underwear. I think I'm going to cry for like 5 minutes. Burn the calories through... uhhh, weeping.

I also have a book to finish. I bought this particular book at the beginning of the summer break, but then until now I haven't finished it. Surprise, surprise!

Also, I feel so distracted with everything in my life as of the moment. I've been writing this post for what... an hour and a half already and I'm still not finished. And to think that it's immensely short.

We'll see what would transpire within S-s-s-s-s-s-seve-e-e-e-e-e-en da-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ays-s-s-s-s-s-s-s.

CHAPTER ONE:

The Start of the End of A New Start that Ends the End of the Start.

You probably don't understand what's written in the title. If you're still trying to decipher whatever I wrote there, please, I beg of you, STOP. You wouldn't understand it. I didn't. And I don't think that the title is what's important. So, shall we move on now?

I think it's safe to say that I'll be settling down in this particular blog/nest/cocoon or whatever since I find it quite comfortable. It's a little bare and it's a tad pink (the first understatement in this blog!!) but we'll get to that when I find the time. I'm not really adept in editing themes, so, yeah. Not now.

The reason why I'm in this nomadic-blogger-mode is that I just don't know where I actually fit in. Yes, I want to fit in. And right now, I think I'm snug as a bug in a rug. Or maybe I'm just indecisive. I don't know. Don't ask me since I'm not really stable as a person.

I HOPE THAT BY NOW, YOU'VE ALREADY DECIDED THAT I'M NOT WORTH READING AND THAT I'M NOT EVEN A SENSIBLE BLOGGER. YES!! NO SENSIBLE POSTS HERE EVER! NEVER!

Enough with the senselessness, though, and let's start with some introductions. Shall we?


I go by the name Ella Taklesa. The reason behind this is that:
1) I am tactless.
2) Ella fits perfectly with the word Taklesa making it catchy and easy to mumble.
3) I don't like using my real name because then it would defeat the purpose of being an anonymous blogger* 
and also because
4) My real name sounds so manly and that it sucks. It's sucks pretty well, though.


Although you probably wouldn't like it, there are certain other things you should know about me. I'm GAY. Not Happy-Gay but Queer-Homosexual-Gay. And I talk a lot. I never proof read my posts before publishing (which would explain why my posts are grammatically incorrect)(that or I'm just really dumb). And that I'm Filipino.


So, don't be surprised if I blog in my native tongue. That's if I get foreign readers. But that's quite a long shot. Really.


Maybe this would be all for introductions. You'll probably get to know me better as we progress into decades of ~*quality blogging*~.


I hope you enjoy reading. :)


*I probably wouldn't be an anonymous blogger to you anymore if you follow my other blog which links you to this blog and... uh... just shut up about anything personal, would you?