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Monday, June 06, 2005 11:45:00 PM

i don't know what's the use of a blog. to make people feel good of themselves? to allow people to have another side of them? to allow poeple to voice opinions they never dared to in real life? better still, to make others feel for them. to allow themselvs to dwell in self pity. at least, that's what i think of a blog.

then, one may ask, why did you keep a blog? since it's like nothing good and everything bad. well, it's a side of me. it's to allow me to dwell in self pity. to allow myself to show the other side of me. and of course, to allow others to feel sorry for me. i'm just as sad case as everyone else.

others may first start having a blog to follow the trand, to be hip. then, after some time, to dwell in self pity. i think bloggers really have a sad life. hah.

and yes, you have have already realised, this post is about me dwelling in self pity and indeed, i am pitying myself. okay people, let's all have a minute of self pity.

done?

good for you. see you next entry:) if you even decide to come back and read.

ps. oh ya, and i know i such big time for daring to voice out something you guys know in your heart but dare not believe in. then again, isn't that what's a blog for? people, wake up and dare to believe yeah. be it good or bad. cos that's what our lifes are made up of. dreams and belief. God Bless.



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but we exist to dream.
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