The first question I asked myself was – “was my life really worth being blogged about?”. The answer was no. No one would really care frankly. Life itself is pretty awesome though, and no matter how pessimistic I imagine myself to be, I somehow manage to get enamored even by the most simplest of things. Cheap thriller central. Everyday there’s always something I find amazing to ponder over. Like some simple thought to latch on and explore during my 1 and a half hour commute to work in the morning. Sometimes I feel like I’m the last fascinated soul in this earth who stares in awe every time a 747 flies over our commuter van whizzing along Skyway. I’m mostly just an ordinary person who keeps to herself and eats stories like candy. Nope, there’s no need to worry about any such profoundness of the sort in this neck of the woods.
You’ve probably already met or know someone much like me just to manage expectations on the onset. I love photography, I love music, I love the beach, I like the satisfaction of completing a 1,200 pc puzzle all on my own and so on. This will mostly be a dumpsite where photos go to heaven, and a library of nonsense where all my drivel will never see the light of indexing nor alphabetization.