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Question on BloggingI always get an itching to write something when I’m out somewhere and occupied and have no time even to jot my ideas down . And when I’m free to do some writing I forget what I wanted to write about. So, as always, I’ll just go rambling on whatever is occupying my head at the moment. I am wondering why I feel the urge to write, or rather, express something going on inside me to the annoyance of the outside world. I mean, is it some kind of self-obssession? I think it must be, but is it considered human nature or am I just being a stuck-up bitch? Before, when I was little, I kept a diary (like I know millions of you out there do), and I always felt it was a secret get-away only meant for my eyes, you know. I would be horrified if I knew someone had opened it so I always kept the key in a very safe place (at least that was what I thought) and every day I would come to check if it was still there after school. I was often asked by my parents why I cared so much about people reading it. I mean, what kind of Top Secret confidential information could a girl not even 10 years old possibly write? And, in a way, it was true. People couldn’t care less about the content in my diary. But, it was personal. And that word alone shut the world out from my private little life. Now, about 10 years later, I’m jabbering about my private little life to the face of the world on the internet. I don’t pour everything out and not many people read my blogs, but still, my 8-year old self would go hysteric if she knew. So what I’m wondering now is whether all the blogging, messaging, tweeting, and hundreds of profile thingmadings available for us to fill out on the internet are teaching us to be self-obsessed - demanding the world to acknowledge the great person/horrible failure that we are or are all these websites just feeding the human desire by encouraging us to be confident in who we are and providing us with a tool to learn about not only our own self, but about other people as well? I guess it could be both. Beautiful MorningMy morning was illuminated by a scene of fresh green islands bobbing on a vast blue-green sea topped with whip-creamy clouds. Ah..the life. The DayOMG tomorrow's da dayyyy!
Did I tell you? I managed to land myself a job before my birthday!! Woooohooo!!! Lol, the birthday thing was just a goal of mine. I couldn't stand the idea of being unemployed on my first birthday after graduation hehe ^^ AND this year my birthday is ESPECIALLY SPECIAL cuz it falls on a SATURDAY!!! Why is that super duper special? Well, cuz the first day I opened my eyes into this world and rang out my first cry happens to be a Saturday. So, I'm looking forward to the day-and-date renuion lol ^^ I know it's silly, but hey, I care about days. I don't go for the "every day is the same/ holidays are just another day" thinking.
Each day brings its own special feelings, its own special memories. Holidays, to me at least, have an even more special aura cuz they are really rich in memories. It's pleasant to remember how you celebrated the day years before - the people you were with, the activities you did and it's fun to plan out how you are going to celebrate it this year, how you are going to make it special to you in your own way. You may not always get what you want, but it's always fun to dream, right? Also, it's a really cozy feeling to know that millions of other people were smiling and laughing on that day years ago and are getting ready for the day this year as well. It makes me feel connected to the rest of the world, that somehow we're all sharing the day together even though we may be thousands of miles away.
Look at that, I'm blabbering ^^ Anyway, tomorrow is going to be my first day of my new job hehe. I'm so excited >< Mainly because right now I believe it is the absolutely perfect job for me. It meets all my criteria during my job hunt. So, I really want to make this work.
I'm a little anxious about meeting my colleagues, though. I've always been horrible at making new friends, especially with people who are older than me. I have no idea why. I just don't know what to say to people I've just met. I usually hit it off real well with kids and juniors though. Any close friends I may have who are older than me usually have a kiddish side that I connect with. But mind you, having a kiddish side is not equal to being an overall "immature/can't think for yourself/illogical" person. Those people are annoying and often self-centered. So, I would prefer mature people with a young heart, lol.
Anyway, hopefully, everything will be okay (saaaaathu) ^^ Actually, I do believe I'm one of the more tolerant kind of person. I just don't know how to strike up a conversation I guess. Cuz so far, I've been willing (and thankful lol) to talk with anyone who would just come up and talk to me first ^^ Pretty desperate, huh? But it's true. I like listening to people talk. And I think people who like to talk like to have someone listen to them. So, we're good friends because I'm good at doing just that 555.
I think I'm blabbering again lol. Well, wish me luck peeps.
Good night everyone! Luv ya <3
A Bird and Its SongA bird sits in its familiar little tree, Singing its little song, The same little old song. The little old song, Is drained, By the honks, The shouts, The rings. It is too loud Out there. The bird sits in its familiar little tree, Singing its little song, The same little old song. The little old song Slowly tires, Slowly fades, Surrendering to Silence. It is too quiet here. The Star It's sad when you look upon a star with sorrow
and know that once,
your eyes had lingered on it with dreams of tomorrow.
It's sad when the little star you once sang Twinkle to,
is now
the very star you are crying your heart to.
It's sad how you hold dear
the fact that
the star's always there, and you're always here.
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