This is my story.

There’s just something about them I like. As much as I love collecting the actual book, I like having the pages filled… with my memories and my writing. And in a few years, I’d like to go back and read about my life days—what I thought about a certain person, how I felt that day, how my views changed over the years. And maybe I can share it with someone and laugh at it.

I like seeing my writing change (and the different pens I used). I like seeing the pages turn wrinkly from being flipped so much. I like seeing the little doodles and signature I add at the bottom. I read some entries from my fifth grade diary and surprised myself.

Blogging and vlogging—they’re different. I don’t like saving everything on electronics, especially memories. Something is bound to happen one day and everything will be lost. The pictures you uploaded on an online album or the files or something with the hard-drive. I don’t want to depend on electronics.

And also, there are things that shouldn’t be written and kept on the computer, let alone the internet. Journals are more private.

Okay, so there are e-books and actual books. If you’re one of those people who chose actual books over e-books, then you’d probably understand where I’m coming from…….. right? I dunno.

I’m not here to be “tumblr famous.”
I’m not here to ask people to follow me.
I’m not here to impress any of you.

A blog is practically an online journal.

I post what I want, what I like. I’m here to express myself. If you like what I post, then okay, whatever. If you don’t, then leave. If you’re following me for certain posts but don’t like some of them, then keep scrolling. But please, do not ask me to follow you. Seriously, what will you even get out of it?

I follow the blogs I follow because I like what they post and I like seeing them on my dashboard. To put it bluntly, I’m just going to scroll past your post when I see it. And since I’m following over 100 blogs, most of them who posts/reblogs daily, there’s a lot to go through. What’s the point of following a blog I’m not so interested in?

I mean, wouldn’t it be better if you earned your followers? Wouldn’t you feel better knowing these people are following you because they like what you posts and not because you’re making them?

I notice it’s usually the tumblr noobs from facebook that asks people to “add” or follow their blog. And I’m just like

I like to have a clean and nice writing and it all depends on the pen.

I like writing stories, journal entries, recording quotes, etc. so I buy nice looking notebooks. The problem is that I never write in them because I don’t want to mess it up. I end up having about ten notebooks with nothing written in them and my mom’s like

I’m guilty of wasting paper. Ever since I was young. I’m trying to stop and I’ve gotten better at it. I rip out pages I don’t think looks pretty and rewrite them.

Anyway… back to rewriting my notes.

I’m going to make a dream journal (or add a page in my scrapbook) with my dream vacation, dream party, dream whatever. Where will most of the pictures come from? Tumblr, of course. And yes, it’s going to be “all out.”

It’s not a “places I must go” or “things I must have” kind of thing. Just something for me to dream about.

If you know me, you know I have an imagination.

Picture of a gorgeous party bus cruising along the—whatever that is? I don’t need that, but it’s nice to imagine (and know that such thing exists).

It’s a little hard for me to find anything romantic. Some things people find romantic, I don’t. Unfortunately, thanks to a certain fictional world, I have asdfghkl; expectations (that’s the best adjective I can think of). But of course, I appreciate every little gesture. But this, this is like nothing I have seen before. I would love to just sit there.

A big, and beautiful, expensive house (or in this case, mansion) by the beach? Sure, it’d be nice to imagine renting it for a few weeks over the summer and having my big family over (or for my wedding *cough*).

But back to my dream journal, I don’t have to have this. It’s just something nice to think about, that’s all. The point of this dream journal is just so I can visually create this other world for myself (if that made any sense) and that’s good enough. The life I’m living now is practically a “luxury” for someone, somewhere else.

I’m satisfied with what I have; I have nothing to complain about (at the moment). I try not to let people spoil me, especially my parents. I actually told them, “let’s save up for my loans!” HAHAHA. I can’t imagine their faces when they find my “dream journal” and wonder what’s running through my mind!