you see the problem with a blog being public is… people you don’t know, or your enemies can read what you write… and that means you can’t write what you really mean to write. HAH! like i wanna PR xyz with my tendon tapper cuz he/she is sooo anal-retentive… and you won’t DARE to write what you truly think cuz then EVERYONE else will be psycho-analysing you (at least those who are too free after mugging the entire textbook) and you know what people say about enemies… you shouldn’t let your enemies know you too well. (not that i got lots of them, just about 10 plus on my hit list. heh)
and of course it also means you can’t write what you feel about some people, especially if it’s some juicy gossip about who your crush is, or who you dumped, or got dumped by you… cuz it’d be blared across the faculty by some notable loudspeakers around… in whose mouths (that spew forth poison) i wanna stuff with dressing from a patient who has an ulcer infected by pseudomonas.
so it just boils down to a load of aimless rambling, flights of ideas (manic mode again) and perhaps just a one-liner which leaves everyone gasping (hopefully), at the sheer brevity of the sentence or perhaps wondering what the heck they were doing reading this meandering post about absolutely nothing.
lesson 1: i have to stop being cruel to myself.
lesson 2: i have to stop thinking that bipolar hemiarthroplasty is synonymous to total hip arthroplasty. FOR GOD’S SAKE! stop being so blur!
lesson 3: i HAVE to stop being too hard on myself.
