Hi there! I’m the type of person who has lots of stories to tell and I delight in sharing them to my friends, or more specifically to my best friend. However, circumstances have changed eventually and I had to find an alternative outlet for my stories. Someone or something that I could be sure wouldn’t mind no matter how long my story is or how shallow the topic is. LOL. I’m warning you when I say “long” and “a lot”, I mean them. I usually have one story in mind but in writing or telling it, so many sub and side stories pop out of my head and I try my best to control them but I end up talking about them as well. And that’s why the long becomes even longer and a lot becomes too much for my friends. If you are my friend, you are honored for having great patience and much time to spend listening to all my stories or reading my usually long letters. Thus, this blog.

This also used to be a private account which means many times when I was writing, I was just usually talking to myself. But as you know, things change again, and now, to save me some time from telling the same stories again (as I never run out of them), I decided to make this blog public, at least to my friends. Gives me more time for my OTHER stories when I talk to them personally. I’m telling you I just have too many of them. Haha =)

And lastly, why the desert pilgrim? Well for me, the desert is my heaven. It is where I belong—where I am who I really am all along, and where I thrive in love and knowledge. But I won’t be a hypocrite and tell you right away, it is not the most comfortable and likable place to be in the world. HA! It is actually the most uncomfortable and unlikable place to be in the world. Who would want to be under so much heat and discomfort? Thirsty and perishing? Deserted and abandoned? But it is where I become a child to my Father and a princess to my King. So where else would I rather be?

WARNING: I have a lot of unfinished entries. I don’t do drafts and just publish them right away but I never found the time to write again. But I don’t want to erase them because they too compose my memory of just how story-filled my life is even though I don’t get to record them in detail, which is sad.

I hope to be able to write as many stories as they run through my head, almost as often as I breathe. If you freeze one moment in time, whether I am doing something or nothing, I can tell you lots of stories for just that particular moment. I am not exaggerating. UNFORTUNATELY, I have other things to do as well. But I’ll try to write as often as I possibly can. =p