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I was reading (spying) through blogs over the past week and marvelling at the amount of detail that go into them.

Pictures (a), videos(b), posters(c), web links(d), music(e), etc etc.

Hell, I can't even be bothered to update my blog much less upload (a), (b), (c), (d), (e), etc etc.

Writing has always been an outlet. For the things I lack the gumption in saying or doing at the time.

Like meeting someone I don't like in REAL LIFE:

She: Hey! How are you, I haven't seen you in a long long long time. *air kisses*
Me: Hey! Yeah, I know. I was in jail.
She: Haha.. you're so funny. You were always the funny girl in school. So so funny.
Me: Haha... yeah. I am. That's me. See, I am laughing at my jokes. Haha.

BLOG IT! BITCH:

"Today I met She, the bitchiest mc bitchy whore, my UNI has produced... what a SLU.."

Yes, it is an intimate bitchfest.

For the insecure, afraid, uncertain, self doubt ridden...

Me.

And of course, in times of extreme mood swings:
PMS-> euphoria of ovulating/having consumed chocolates..

So you can safely conclude that I will write only when I am moody.. and have the time.

Which is usually the former, not the latter... With me surfing Facebook all the time, I really don't really have time for www.blogger.com/post-create...