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Monday, September 25, 2006

i can't forget the till death do us part.

i'm starting to re-evaluate the whole concept of blogging.
and realising its insane-ness.

i mean it is quite ridiculous.
the whole idea of a blog being an online diary.

i feel my thoughts are sometimes personal.
maybe only meant for my eyes.

like right now.

i have thousands of thoughts and feelings overwhelming me.
but i can't exactly blog it out.

because i wouldn't want the people concerned to read it, right?

but i find writing a diary pointless too.

cause i mostly write when i'm down and out.
why would i want to be reminded of how miserable i was?
like ten years down the road when i'm reminiscing.

OH.
and somebody Technorati-searched for my blog and name.
SO HONOURED LA.

peace
teresa ang


3:02 AM



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