So a few days ago, Dennis told me to revamp Xanga.   He told everyone.  And, to my surprise, people are using it again.   I don't know how I feel about this.  Do I really want my friends now to read all my thoughts and poor use of the English language from middle school?   

Aside for the obvious changes you can see from my Xanga posts (2004 vs 2010)--i.e., no more tahpin' lyke diz shizzz rii hurr--there are also very observable changes in my personality.  I've come a long way--or so I like to think--from the boy-crazy, naive adloscent that "MissWonton" used to be.  While my posts from way back when are quite embarassing and are not things that I want my friends now or future friends to know about me, they do serve a great purpose.   Not only do the old blogs offer some comic relief, they also trigger some good nostalgia.   I would probably not do or say any of the things I said in 2005, but that doesn't mean I don't want to have a keepsake. 

This post is very inconclusive, as I've just illogically rambled on about Lord knows what.  I guess in a few years, when Xanga has died once again, I will look back on this post and mock my false sense of "maturity."

Beyonce has SashaFierce, so I guess I've got to have an alter ego too; too bad mine just doesn't sound as awesome.  XXLILDITZfoLYFEXX (Thanh Luu, circa 2004?), however, did always have some pretty cool closing remarks at the end of her Xanga entries.  Echoing this young girls attemps to sound gangster, "Drop some props, and leave some love."

since i decided to give up Myspace, Facebook, and AIM for Lent, i needed another portal to ease my boredom at home...so i went to this old xanga site, just for kicks. i started reading through my old blogs, and wow. i was just having this discussion with a friend a while ago: why were we all at one point sooo drawn into xanga? what's so good about writing a "diary" entry every day and posting it up for the world to see? and people who read our diary entries, boy.. did they have nothing better to do with their lives? did i have nothing better to do with my life than sit at my computer for hours a day going to people's xangas and giving them "madddd props." how gay was that? after the xanga fad came and went, everyone slowly transitioned to the infamous Myspace. actually, trasitioned isn't even the best word to use here... it was more like, "made an abrupt change and completely abandoned xanga." poor xanga. so i guess we can conclude, that all these websites are nothing but fads. because last time i checked, people are "slowing transitioning" out of the Myspace craze, and into the next big time-waster: Facebook. will our generation just pick one and stick with it? that's a lot to ask for a group of people that are growing up in an age when technology is advancing everyday, and where possibly anything could be found on the 'net. my writing in this blog is completely hypocritical of what i had to say.
also, when i was reading through my old entries, i would definitely classify myself as a loser. but then... being the loser that i was/am, i went to some of my friends old xangas and realized that their entries made them sound like just as big as losers as i was. haha, it's so funny reading internet language; language that, back in the day, was considered to be cool. maybe it was realistically "cool" at a point, but now... whether it be my maturing brain, or the maturing world all-together, what i once wrote on this blog is definitely a whole craploada you-know-what. it was so gay. that's the only way i can put it. but then again, as i look back at what i wrote, i can remember, somewhat, the feelings that i had when i was writing those things, in particular, the things i wrote about that one "guy". the things that were mentioned just lead me to believe that things do change A LOT over the course of time. maybe one day i will show my boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, whatever he is at this point, the words my naive self once dedicated to him on this long-forgotten Xanga.
before i increase my loser status by writing my whole life story for the world, i will end this here.
ps... i cant believe i was once desperate enough to tell people to "drop some props and leave so love". gayyyy.