Tables are turning

After weeks of searching, trying and polishing, this blog is finally open. It’s been a while since I had new relevant material coming out of me from my previous blog. I just believe it has too many flaws (technical, on the server), too many sad stories and memories, too many rants and too many nonsense. And although at the time of the creation of that previous blog, my mindset was for it to really serve the said flaws (previously, ‘purposes’), I think that it is too much. And no one’s stopping.

I am opening this blog now — to be another outlet of emotion, but trying to reduce the melodrama. And although I cannot promise that, a look at ‘Nothing More’ would surely be remind me of nothing more but those flaws. .. But still, knowing my mood swings when alone, I see myself returning to what I do best: just typing and ranting everything I’m feeling hoping that no one would read except the one concerned. Really.

Now, I am sure this blog will turn just that. Nothing’s perfect (notice the change from paragraph two and three!). I just hope that I’ll always be reminded.

Dear reader, I am really wanting to hear from you, so I really would appreciate some comments. And by the way, opinions are most welcome. Yeah! This blog is full of opinions, in fact. Opinions that are mine, and original for that matter. Opinions that are mine, and do not concern what you might feel. So if you’re part of some power class, don’t expect me to fall for your interrogation of my words. Who told you to read anyway? I’m not a little boy anymore. I know what I’m saying, I know still what I’m not supposed to say. I know the consequences, and I know no one knows it.

Chaotic cohesion? Yes, that’s me. And I’m trying to go away with the parenthetical remarks (like this one). But who cares about the grammar, logic, artistry and elegance? Me. Perhaps you? But really I don’t. I think it’s just a matter of perspective: pushing relativity a little too far. It’s … too much.

Basta. In this new blog, I am trying to change my previous mistakes, and create new material that I have control of. Artistic control, that is. And with my own definition.

You’ll never see it my way ’cause you’re not me.