Posting blogs for a living.

Type "Best Blogs" on your browser search engine and it would open your mind in the world of pure fascination of how people in the internet could write. I have spent my 30minutes today just reading through blogs of ordinary people and day-to-day living but am not bored to reading them. It's amazing how they could convert their routine to something appealing to a reader.

Writing has always been my frustration since I cannot find the mood to write and neither do I think that I'm good at it. I envy those who could just type their thoughts away and with all the jibberish comes out a masterpiece. I have always wanted to be that type of a person - a worthwhile writer. But I guess I need more inspiration and originality to do so.

Therefore, after all the drama this blog has been leading it's past few years, I am ready to practice this writing through this one. I don't care if there isn't a single soul reading through this piece of crap, but I promise I'd be better someday.

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