Philosophical cow dung on the life of little Ms. Imperfectly Fine.

Friday, November 11, 2005

In starbucks, drinking frappucinno with Justynn and Yat. Laughing our heads off.

This is Yat;

hi, this is yat.i think blogging totally oxymoronic, macam amende jer. you wanna be a writer and then you wanna write journals and put down personal stuffs tapi they put it on the internet suruh orang baca... amende laa.. tapi kalau member dah suruh,belasah jer laa... well, it's been awhile since i wrote anything, anywhere... but it doesn't hurt to try, does it? oww,oww,OWW!


I think it's all about sharing stuff, some sort of therapy. You just write and write what you want without the usual restrictions, you can be honest if you want to and lie if it means much. At the end of the day, you are free to exercise your freedom of thoughts. Hey, no one should tell you what to think or how to see things. And if they don't like what they read then they don't have to. The world of bloggers/blog enthusiasts and people who thinks little of it run in parallels. In short, whuteva!

It's nice to write about dull unimportant stuff, makes you appreciate that in truth, it's not that bad.