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Friday, February 01, 2008

Experience Project.

Experience Project is an online community where you can share your life experiences with others, much like a blog, with more scope of audience not limited to the people who only know your URL.

I checked my mail yesterday afternoon and several notification mails caught my attention. There are several comments on my posts on my anonymous Experience Project account. I created my account a year ago when I was so down, it's unbelievable. Anyway, this certain user commented on my entry and she said that that entry has touched her life.

If that is what it feels like to help, to connect with others, I want to do it over and over again. My posts in E.P. are so heartfelt because it's really what I am coping with, it's really my experience I pour into it. I am really happy that I touched someone's life even though it's only thru a simple message of an experience I buried from my past.

Astig.

Anyway, I went to Greenhills yesterday for my usual, GH trippings. Damn, I was so frustrated with this country. On MRT, though I know you've heard this a million times, the people there are like savage beasts in a steel jungle. They kept pushing everyone around, even the ladies.

Nakakaawa yung mga ale doon, there was this man who shoved a poor woman and she almost cried because she has this big bag. Also, I don't know what's hard in taking a bath. Damn, the smell. It smells like teen spi... er, smells like... basta, grabe, ambaho. Pak!

Wala na ako matype. Sige.


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