As the end of 2011 was approaching, I was thinking of stuff (as many people perhaps did) and of course the question of new year's resolution made its way into my head. I am not one who ever did that. I don't understand the need for it - If you wanna do something, just do it. However as the days were ending, a thought came that I should list all the nice things that happened in each of my days in 2012. It first came to me that I should tweet it everyday or put it in my Facebook status - show a little positivity to the world. Then I realized, I might be in places where I'll have no internet access. So I bought a thin cute book to list everything and I decided I would blog it at the end of each month. That somewhat became my new year's resolution. As not interesting as it may sound, I thought it would be a good practice to dig deep into my shitty days (which I am sure will exist) and see something, anything, at least one thing nice that happened that day. So if these entries are boring, I'm sorry (I'm sorry too if I'm tardy in posting). For some people, they may put things like got married, saw my baby for the first time, got proposed, etc. If it's me, perhaps the nicest thing was a chocolate bar, but then perhaps you can sense how sucky my day was that a chocolate bar was the nicest thing that happened to me :) Some days the nicest things will send me grinning from the inside, some days they will just stop me from crying, but those are my life in 2012, I suppose :)
PS: I did use this blog to talk about stuff long ago. I decided not to delete the entries. To read a more sobering view of my life, you can go here.

Friday, March 17, 2006

It's Going Down...

Today, a boy said "F you". Not to my face but was directed to me. Well, I'm so sure he didn't mean to hide it, I mean if he wants to be discreet then he shouldn't have said it loudly, right? He and his friend laughed. I think they also called me bitch.

Hmmm...what can I say, the class was chaotic and blame it on the teacher in charge. However, kids these days are just...

The 12 year old me will understand. I still do actually, a bit. I do say things like "porca miseria" a lot, however I will know where and when not to say it. One must control right? So a 12-year-old boy doesn't know this kinda thing?

I don't know what to say. Have been speechless for days. Anyway, the point of this blog is just to tell you what happen, no conclusion, no objective.