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:: Sunday, April 13, 2003 ::

Two of my peers have gotten blogs recently. Have visited them. They look good. The blogs. You can visit them to the links on the left.

Why blog? Let me tell you why I did.
I used blogspot to get over rough patches that I had especially last year, but this was because I knew there were very few friends who would come across my blog. I needed to express how I felt, and call me anti-social, but I didn't want them to know what I was going through. I think I mentioned that earlier in one of my posts. Don't want to be judged for things I've done, especially not by people I care about. Sure, it makes me seem a little cold, but I'd rather not be gushy and fallible. I've never broken down in front of anyone, as far as I remember... Usually it's me sorting through my emotions first before I can tell anyone about it, and discuss it rather clinically.

It's just me, I guess. I find it very difficult to open up. Even to close friends. I can tell strangers my problems, but not my friends. It's so weird. But the thing is, you see, only close friends can guess how I'm feeling.

Ah, you see? The moment I start pontificating, I get depressed. Pontification is pointless. Be worry-less and carefree. Don't think. Don't feel. Be that drone that the government wants you to be. It's good and good for you. Big brother knows. Yea.

Meanwhiles, all the best to everyone taking exams at the moment. We've gotten through so many things, we can get through this. Even with SARS. Even with the war brewing overseas. Why? 'Cause human beings are like cockroaches. You'll never be able to get rid of them.

:: nimezs @ 10:49 pm [+] ::

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