Working with Magazines When She Doesn't Know How to Write

Somehow blogging doesn't feel to be an integral part of my life anymore lately. Maybe I should get a real blog. I made one but it's already been a month and there's still only one post in that white space. When I got this Editorial Assistant job, I was so messed up because I was so used to typing randomly (like what I'm doing now), following my well-scattered thoughts. Now that's not good when you're writing features. Now, blogging does not appeal to me because I get so O.C. that I always feel like I have to copyedit, I need to copyedit. So tonight, I thought I'd give it a try once again, blogging, writing aimlessly about what's in my head. See? There, I think I was able to do it. Put smiley here.

Mad with the World

I expect too much from this universe! HELLO, WORLD, WHY ARE YOU FAILING ME?! I mean, from all its wonders and for all its greatness, you'd think, there's something in there! There's something more than all this! But whyyyyyyyy? Why the repressive society? Why the fucking patriarchy? Why all this inequality, injustice, and last but not the least, stupidity still reigning over us since time immemorial? Isn't everything so obvious already? For the love of all things holy and beautiful, everything is so simple! We don't have to look for the answers, because we have them! All we have to do is... well, do something!

Oh, good goddess, am I to die in vain? Oh, hell and heaven, I digress.