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Blogging!

Of course, the first question I asked myself was, 'What in the world am I going to write about?' How long should my post be? Should I be relevant? Do I need to be relevant? What really makes a blog? With these questions, I have been browsing the internet for over an hour, looking for the best 'blog site', or maybe I was checking the scene? I don't know. Anywho, I've finally tightened my vagina and here I am, punching my phone's keyboard! I remember when I first 'attempted' to blog, back in high school, that's like 4 years ago. I was sure I could pull it off, but I get to this site, and the English there just felt like Mandarin. Somehow I couldn't understand a thing that was written there (with all the FREE this, FREE that, it seemed all too good to be true!) and I thought I could read the Terms&Conditions. Hah! I was setting myself for failure and misguided self-doubt.

Since realising my journey of Self 'becomings cum unbecomings', life has proven to be pure bliss. Inking has never brought so much life, been this much life. You find yourself writing about EVERYTHING and NOTHING, and looking forward to engaging with people on whatever level. You write for what you write, for why you write. At the end, you are just impossibly happy for writing. So here I am, officiating my FIRST BLOG. Have your fingers READY. SET. KEYBOARD!

And oh, those questions, they don't need answers.
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