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Monday, September 27, 2004

After a "intelligential" conversation i had with my Baby, I realised, indeed, too much blog writing would leads to self-pity, or even much worse, havin a serious need for attention. Reason? Simple. As it's our own blog, we tend to focus more on our emotions, thus summarzin the whole incident, into one which has-us-as-the-main-lead. As a consequence, our readers would only be aware of one side of the story, which in this case, is ours of course. But however, throughout the process of readin the blog entry, readers have already turn on their emotional feel, and thus, without knowin the real story, our ardent readers would tend to take sides, as sympathy would take place for the reader. And condemation of the other party was be done.

Honestly, I've been there, and done that. Sadly to sad, i'm not at least proud of it. Instead, i felt that i could have done it better. As i read into my past blog entries, i was ashamed. Downright. I cant help but realised how inmature i was in the relationship. Instead of protecting the rights of Kelvin, the then boyfriend, i went on rambling and rambling on how MISERABLE and DISAPPOINTED i was in the whole relationship. And, yupz, i got sympathy. Friends, at that point of time, were calling up, checkin to see if i'm fine. After, a particular blog entry about how Kelvin was pityin me. Now, when i looked back, i apprehend that i WAS the one who's pityin myself.

Wellz, so what the point here? Juz that.... a blog is to write watever we feel, we want, and we like. But as we are composin our story, we needa to be reminded tat the whole world is evolvin around other people too, at the same time. Sometimes, i needa to remind this to myself too. Lastly, the morale of the story is..............
People with Narrow minds, gossip about People,
People with Intermediate minds, discuss about Events,
People with Broad minds, analysize about Ideas.

So which category do you fall into?

beautiful memories on. 9:30:00 pm x
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Slut. Of course NOT!
My Terminal. In reality.
Then he inspired this.
When one's lost his directions.
The Tsunami Prayer.
Between You & Me.
That Cheeky "Sisterhood".
Saints' 30km Road March
The word - Condemn.
Singaporean Traits
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