Living-dead bloggers?

No intention to blog tonite, till I had some bad thots running in my mind. Early in dae, was working at SPH when my supervisor told us dat bloggers live in their own world. They have no children, no friends, no lives. They wrote silly stuffs commenting on others, posting up nude pics and writing daily lives bout demselves, claiming to be how angelic and innocence they are.

I laughed, claiming to be one of the million bloggers out there. Not an avid one, I must say. I cant write well. Not as well as some of my frens under my link, I suppose. I started to wonder, when did I started? Wad spurs me to create my own blog? Are everything written here clearly stated wad I'm really tinking? I'm still pondering.

At times, we tend to follow. Things dat're considered popular. Ones dat made greater impact on others, compared to others. As we follow, we imitate. We try to improve, or even change it to be in our own style. However, tendency in behaving the same way, still occurs.

I dun really noe wad I'm typing now. Its late. And I'm straining my eyes under the extreme dim light in my room, the only light dat shone from my monitor. I was pissed off. I chose to remain silent. Disappear within ur sight. I need respect. Datz all I need.


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