Thursday, March 08, 2007
and then, Uno!
Must be strange to have people reading your blog, scary even. When initially there were a few readers per day, now there are more. Almost akin to being on stage, i get the same kind of fright. On the flipside, you know you are being heard. Or being read, if you want to get technical. But that's only advantageous when you've got something worth saying, something worth listening to. Only then would your blog fulfil its role as a platform for you to reach the masses. Otherwise, a blog is just a borrowed cyberspace with random words, a replica of a hundred other blogs here and all over the world.
That aside, i'm going to live my last official day in school tomorrow - 9th March 2007.
I'm still not saying how i've planned to fill my days in the near future because i'm stillobsessed preoccupied with the idea of Kiamat. It's unhealthy! Heaven forbid, i'm morbid!
Perish the thoughts that corrode my pristine mind! Banish the ills, the unwanted, the condemned. I shall emerge unscathed, debris grainfalling like shimmer dust - like victory, like glory. I don't know what i'm saying really but understand that this is the work of sleepiness. An unjustified blog entry.
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fara // 23:33
and then, Uno!
Must be strange to have people reading your blog, scary even. When initially there were a few readers per day, now there are more. Almost akin to being on stage, i get the same kind of fright. On the flipside, you know you are being heard. Or being read, if you want to get technical. But that's only advantageous when you've got something worth saying, something worth listening to. Only then would your blog fulfil its role as a platform for you to reach the masses. Otherwise, a blog is just a borrowed cyberspace with random words, a replica of a hundred other blogs here and all over the world.
That aside, i'm going to live my last official day in school tomorrow - 9th March 2007.
I'm still not saying how i've planned to fill my days in the near future because i'm still
Perish the thoughts that corrode my pristine mind! Banish the ills, the unwanted, the condemned. I shall emerge unscathed, debris grainfalling like shimmer dust - like victory, like glory. I don't know what i'm saying really but understand that this is the work of sleepiness. An unjustified blog entry.
fara // 23:33
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