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an emotional writer, who thinks that listening to songs in her car while thinking to herself is considered as meditating, who is addicted to procrastination that she needs an intervention before she stops herself from succeeding, who wants her butter cream frosting on her cake without getting an ounce of calorie, who...... is still figuring out what this blog will be about.

Monday, February 07, 2005

An Instrument of Expression

When ideas starts to accumulate, when feelings starts to swivel and swirl there's no better place but to put them all in writing. What better place than in a diary. Giving room to your already crammed mind (and heart). But, you want everybody to know. Know what you are thinking, feeling and experiencing!! Hey world! Hey everybody! This is what I am feeling today, this is what's happening to me, and this is what I'm thinking. Then again, aren't your thoughts a secret? If everybody knows what you are feeling, won't you be vulnerable?

I guess, a blog fulfills the need to express yourself in a diary, where your secrets are safely guarded but at the same time, letting the world know (if a stranger happens to stumbles into this blog, that could count as letting the everybody know. He/she could be considered as a representative of the world, right). A way that seems like you are shouting and yet, its not.

"A: life is hard
B: yeah, compared to what? "

And so the journey begins........

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