The Guiding Question

A teacher from one of my classes once said that in order to keep your life directed, always ask yourself, "What can I do for the world today?"

Well, what can I do for the world today? Study how to label parts of a vertebra so that I could be a capable doctor people can depend on? I still don't see where knowing precisely the proper order of the words used in naming parts of a bone will direct me in the future, but seeing the end result, I'll try my best.

100 Things About Me

This is it, the ultimate self-gratuitous meme that bloggers bother with. I can't really call them facts; maybe some of them are subjective opinions I have regarding myself. I can't tell. It's just another challenge I took just for the lulz, and I ended up putting relatively a lot of effort in trying not to make it merely a list of loves, hates and meta statements about how I can't think of anything else to put in there.

Me, Three Months Ago

I might as well tell more about myself.

Here's a picture of my forearm a few months ago. At that time, academics and extracurriculars weren't going the way they're ideally supposed to, to put it very simply. I used to take a belt and hit myself on that area repeatedly. There were small, dispersed bruises there as a result. They've already faded as of now.

One thing to know about me is that I'm a self-harmer. I have a hard time dealing with anger and disappointment, and end up turning them against myself. I get depressed at times, and end up injuring myself most of the time.

Strangely, it isn't a habit that I loathe. I know that with my disposition, I can never be an ordinary, wholesome person who takes every precaution to take care of themselves. I find that the dark thoughts that cause me to hurt myself are worth going through; so I won't be aggressively trying to stop self-harming anytime soon. Though I'll try to avoid life-threatening injuries; I know that I don't want to die yet, but that's another story.

I started a blog. Now what?

Now that I've started a blog, I'm at a loss with what I want to write in it. When I was registering this blog, I had a load of ideas I wanted to write about, but I somehow can't get myself to now that the blog is up. It was like this when I tried to start blogs after my first one. I couldn't quite figure out what makes the first few posts the hardest to write.

This will pass, I guess, as I (struggle to) post more entries here.

And that makes my second post.

Obligatory Introduction Post

I used to have a personal blog when I was 13. Heck, everyone used to have a personal blog when they were 13. (They had sparkling headers, custom smileys, counters, tag boards and all kinds of cutesy scripts.) That was until Facebook came along. It was a breakthrough in socializing; you type something about yourself, and everyone in your network has convenient access to it.

But I turned out to be crazy, a sort of sociopath. I don't like that kind of convenience. I don't really like networking with people. But I still like writing about myself. Thus I'm starting another blog.

Writing seems to serve as mental exercise, as well as an effective emotional release. So, writing something longer than 20 words that doesn't end with "lol XD" must be good for people. With my current state of mind, I need whatever (non-pharmaceutical) therapy I can get my hands on. That's another reason to start a blog.

At the end of this post, I realize if 13 year-olds start blogs just because everyone else is doing it, I don't really have to assert my reasons for blogging, do I?


(And now, the actual introduction.)

Hello, world! I'm one of those kids who contributed to the world wide web a few now-defunct personal blogs brimming with high school dramas and random memes. Although now, I'm five years older, five years more jaded and probably not all that better at writing than five years ago. Please treat me kindly.