i thinkam i blogging for the sake of letting people read about my life? i lost touch with the writer in me for some reason, as my life quickly passes in a blur around me. Activities and slacking off my free time, it seems that my holidays pass without very much things happening.what is the purpose of having a blog in the first place? Looking back at my older entries, i realised that before i had more people coming to my blog, it was quite private, cause i constantly shifted blogs, and didnt update people on it except for a select few (read, two). Maybe it was then that i could write more private musings, even though the writer in me still hoped that people looked at them and commented. I wrote quite a bit, maybe i should resurrect some of them from the archives and showcase my works. heh. But then i would be whoring myself somewhat to the world aint it? Such a thing to do. Basically, for those people who write for audiences, they do it for a living. For the rest who writes for free? Whoring words? What a way to put things. Its quiet in my hall at times. Sometimes, the hall feels me with dread, considering that i constantly sleep and do nothing but sleep. Maybe once in a while, i have someone online to chat with, and maybe i have somebody to go out for dinner, lunch or supper. But its rare that it happens. I stay in hall to engross myself into the activities, like cheerleading at night, and hall production in the day time. The independence offered from the hall seems huge. But ultimately it is restricted by financial and social restrictions. And NTU is very, very remote. I remember having to travel a bloody damn hour to pasir ris just to carol for half an hour at White Sands. Damn. But at least for that ride, i had company back. I think if i put the time i spend in hall, i think i wasted quite a bit of time. Somewhat. If i translate those times into doing something productive, i would have did quite a bit. But i didnt. Which speaks volume of my own character. Somewhat. its think i reached the point where i can constantly criticise myself and feel indifferent, while the rest of the world laugh at me. Self -fulfilling prophecy eh? For some reason, i feel depressed. Justin ranted at 8:47:00 am on the |