Right now, i'm at Starbucks at Midvalley. I've been here since 8 something and i'll be here till night time. No thanks to the boyfriend's stupid inconpetant lady boss. I knew i was gonna be here long, but i didn't expect till 10p.m., which is the time the boyfriend will end work.
I planned out what i was going to do, from my hair to meeting Jeremy for lunch. I planned to blog and learn photoshop (which i just downloaded).
In order to make up for the previous post for indirectly bashing the boyfriend, even though it's supposed to be funny, unfortunately some people do not have a sense of humour.
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sigh.
I wanted to post about the great parts of the boyfriend (which i might add, quite a lot).
But when i sat down and ordered my Tazo Tea Zen (hot, tall), i realize i couldn't.
I couldn't REALLY blog.
Blogging is personal to me.
Some blog for the purpose of getting famous, just for that. Some do it for the desperation of attention (emo suicidal style). While some find it a good strategy to market their talents.
Well, i don't think i can market my talents here, since i can't take pictures for shit.
I started blogging when i was about 14 i think. I can't really recall. But i remember it was during my lower secondary years. Back then, the hype of blogging just started and as an indecisive teenager, i changed my blog ALOT. The layouts and URL never remained constant for more than 3 months. Back then, blogging was my way of saying things on my mind, about my life, about my thoughts.
It still is.
Of course, now, blogging comes with all the perks $$.
I mean, irregardless of traffic, blogging is still something really personal to me, i realize. I don't mean the posts about the events. They're just pictures anyway. But about how i feel and the thoughts in my head when i think too much. Those posts are really personal to me. So blogging about it from Starbucks with dozens of strangers around just doesn't feel right.
Feels odd.
I admit, as a blogger, traffic is crucial at some point, i won't lie. I do try to up the traffic (like BU).
But never to the extent where i'm desperate.
But whether i have 1 reader a day, or 100, it's just nice knowing that my thoughts are heard. In some ways it's a form of care when at least a person wants to know how my life is going.
Because, face it, it's not nice talking to a wall.
Try doing that in real life, it looks AND feels retarded.
kisses.


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3 kisses:
BU is a great place huh? =)
kenwooi.com
Yupp, i agree :)
wats wit joey G?
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