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A Hundred

100 posts written. 98 posts published. 2 posts hidden.

This hundredth post not just a celebration. I wanna people know about my blog.

I used to wrote real things that had happened in my life. You see, stories about Egypt and high school. Then, lately, --well I don't know for sure when it started-- I write a lot of unreal things. Not illusion. Those words just came out of nowhere.

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I think it all started when I was in my senior year. Having packages in my shoulder brings a lot of thought. I muse a lot since then. So I convinced myself, some of my cogitation worth to wrote. If you read my post and you found it a little pathetic, depress, or pity, that's not me! It's my mind. --ok now you can judge my miserable mind.

I wrote what I wanted to post in my own blog. My writings, they are a memorabilia of what happened in my life and mind. Mostly mind frankly. Oh and also inspiration!

And just so you know, I don't care what people say about my writings. I posted them for cyber media, but I typed them for me.

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Diary is necessary. Because one day, you feel bad, sad, or mad, your old stories will brighten your day. When you get old, diary keeps you young. You old and senile, diary recaps who you were.

My blog is my journal. All of my posts aren't personal. I repeat, I write for myself, but I post them into this wide cyber because of my desire to share.

Don't give a damn that nobody views or comments your blog. At least you try to share. Remember! Write to show your existence. Write to express your feeling. Write to share your thought. Write to record your memory. Don't write for fame. Popularity is bonus. Write for yourself.

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