What with the boredom all over me, i was checking my previous blogs out and found myself laughing at myself. How could i be so melodramatic with those stuff i said? Was that me? haha... Where the heck did i get those "inspiration/motivation" for writing, to start with? The latter parts were okay; t'was just about life and my experiences, but the first ones were like... Why did i post them here in the first place when people can see them (oh yes, i can hear my friends chuckling as they read those), and could probably use them to blackmail me? But that's okay, though. It's alright. At least, i was able to blog and it made me happy when i wrote those, for sure. I just never thought i could be like, straightforward, true, open, so real about myself. It really wasn't me, i''m telling you. But maybe, that's what it's all about. The least you expect yourself of being capable of doing something, it turns out to be the opposite.
P.S. You know why i am writing this? Because i'm dying to blog but my mind has nothing to give me right now. I had a few ideas on what to blog but now i forgot them. Proscrastination really ruins everything! I could've been reading my supposedly blogs right now. tsk tsk
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