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i remember back in the days when the web was young and i actually kept a primivate web journal. oh, how times have changed and we now have entire systems built around the art of self glamourization. too bad they don’t have freaking spell check yet because that’s all i really need to start cranking volumes of electrons. but again, the reason i feel the need to write today is not about volumes of rants but simply therapy for the broken heart. it’s not so broken that i need to crawl under my bed sheets and cradle […]

i try to always ask first why am i doing something, like blogging, a past time in which if i had time, would not be even considered as something worthy. moreover, i would never consider myself to be much of an interesting writer because i am supposedly a photographer these days. but inspiration comes at the strangest time. i’ve decided to pick up the keyboard again to express my anguish. the anguish that is so fimilar but always gut wrenching like it’s the first time.