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A Journal

I admit a few things happened recently that makes me feel like quitting my precious blog. Its not that I feel like quitting to write, I am a girl with letters. The moment I know what is Journal / Diary, I never stop writing. I even write in my brown school writing books, whenever my parents failed to provide me a new journal.  And once I mistakenly taken my "brown journal" to school and had the boys read it out loud to embarass me.

I also think that I should make this blog private. I mean whats the purpose right, dont think much people do come and read my emotional ramblings. Too many words, too many letters. My blog doesnt seems like the blogs with Nuffnang ad. Not cute pictures and no much stuff to share. Its just a place where I feel like throwing everything in my head.

I had paste the Cuai song by Butterfingers cuz I think the lyrics really meant what I feel right now. Feeling of lost, dilemma, hurt a bit.. However, since its not my own writings.. I dun feel satisfied. I must write. I know. I must tell what I feel. I'm not a keeper..

So I will try. Maybe not now.. since I'm at works.
And I will try to leave the blog opens. To anybody who is as emotional as I am. At least.. :)

and yes, I do regret to delete all my blog post since 2002.. I do.

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