I first started xanga because of girls . That’s that. But then, that plan backfired on me.

Now, I am fascinated reading insightful blogs, especially by people I am prejudiced against.

When I blog, I put a lot of thought into it and try to reach out and touch people – really get them questioning and thinking about – you know, “ISSUES”

…cuz the status quo sucks and complacency kills.

For me, xanga is ministry.

Xanga is like what people do in their cars. We all feel safe in the confines of our cars – we can sleep, we can scratch liberally, pick our nose, dance and sing as hard and loud as we want, change in and out of clothes, be a slob… anything. The weird thing is, xanga, like our cars (surrounded by windows) are transparent and are very public places. Xanga is either for the unashamed or for the insecure.

This aspect of xanga and blogging makes it all very real and genuine.

Story: I stumbled across an anorexic girl’s xanga. Reading through her entries on self-deprecation, criticisms on the superficilaity of society, and her twisted vision of beauty, I could not help crying. I wanted to reach out, hold her and tell her that God loves her, no matter what. Reading that girl’s blog and many other like it, especially that of my friends, has made me redeem my xanga.

As I read more and more blogs on people’s struggle to find purpose in their lives and their misery, and discover new blog rings on “anorexics unite!”, “fuck the world”, “white supremacists rule the world”, I cannot bear to stand by and not dedicate my xanga in providing HOPE to a lost, confused and hopeless world.