I started blogging a long time ago. With many dramas that unfolded with due respect to the entries from my blog and some not, my rantings went from one home to another. I don't see myself as a fantastic writer, in fact mediocre that I am actually surprise that people do pay for the things I write. The moolah goes a long way... all the way to the banks, the credit card bills to be exact.
I am surprised that I could track back where I moved my old blog. It is nice to read and recall what happened then. It is my not so secret diary. Oh, I remember my mom once found my diary, that I thought I hid so well which was under the mattress, it must have been the default diary hiding place. And boy, she wasn't a happy mother that week.
There is this Entrepreneur side of me, where I was so excited to put up the post on an Educational Portal thing. I think that got the ball rolling. And now, I have my CrazyForHandbag baby project. It is going for the second run, and I can't wait to go get the handbags. It is this crazy feeling when I have really really nice and affordable handbags to show. Certain things make me feel this good like... nice handbags, salmon and massages.
The link to the younger d0nut notsosecretstash.blogspot.com
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2 comments:
u are not publishin yr diary that yr mom found under the mattress?
hulloo there,
No even if I still have it now. I don't want to remember that pimply guy I had a crush on.
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