Hello, world


Milcah Marcelo circa 2012. Nowadays I’m less red and sparkly.

Back when the internet started, that was what every first post was titled. I’m all for the classics. This is going to be my nth time trying to keep a blog/journal/whatever. I’m not particularly optimistic.

In 2001 I started a LiveJournal. Do you guys remember LiveJournal? I don’t. I think I started off as a semi-regular blogger, and then drifted off. I tried other services since. I even have a tumblr. How blogging challenged must a person be when they cannot even tumble? Neil Gaiman tumbles. And tweets. And keeps a blog. And posts contributions to The Guardian. And writes successful novels. I can only imagine that he has a team of at least 10 PA’s (all dressed as Death, obviously) doing all this networking for him or I don’t know how on earth he manages it.

But I’ve noticed that lately I need my own place to let out what I think. It’s the only way I know to keep sane. The alternative is to go to the IMDb message boards or read YouTube comments. And I assure you, that does not keep anyone sane.

I go through phases.

Sometimes I just post loads of photos. Shoot. Shoot. Shoot. And shootshootshootshootshoot. And then I stop.

Sometimes I tweet like crazy everything that I happen to be reading/watching/hearing/thinking. And then I stop.

Sometimes I pin stuff on Pinterest, and I’ll spend 2-3 days in total awe of what you can find on the internet. And then I stop.

And then I vanish, for extended periods of time, and the only updates from me are actually automatically uploaded by my music player.

So no, I’m not particularly optimistic. As a matter of fact, I’m not entirely sure of what I’m gonna do with this blog. But I guess it’s worth a shot.

Hello, world.

My name is Milcah.

I’m just a girl, waiting to happen.