The thing about blogging is you bare a part of yourself to the world. It feels like hanging your vulnerabilities out in the open for the audience’s taking. Whenever I have to start writing an entry, and this goes way back my Friendster blogging phase, I always balk. It’s the cliche ambivalence of putting your thoughts out there, including my grammar and semantics insecurities. It’s akin to starting a relationship with someone, you are in for the happy ride but is subjecting yourself to possible hurt. Life is but a dream, a song says, nothing truer is said than that, and it is short too and unpredictable. So I’ll just go into the sunset and be merry with this ample blog and the awesome life that I’ll be breathing into this, insecurities, vulnerabilities, and love included.
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