Back to Being Boring..and some thoughts about Blogging..

06-15-2009 Monday

For some reasons, I have mixed-up emotions about going back to work after a long vacation. I'm worried about selling because I might've forgotten my selling skills during my hibernation period. Later, I will be back to be the boring, workaholic Monica (a name, if you're not yet aware, I'm known over the phone when I talk to dozens of Americans at work) and say bye bye to the lazy ass Pusa (a name I'm known here) who gets to sleep for 12 fucking hours, straight. Sure I'll miss being a sloth but at the same time, I'm anxious to go back to work, hit my goals and get this month's commission. Oh well, gotta keep the fire of anticipation burning to brush off any negativity that could distract me later.
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Here I am this afternoon typing on this computer (time check: 1:11pm) while everyone around me sleeps, when I say everyone, I meant my grandmother who's sprawled on the floor beside the computer table, my dog Damien, blocking our front door and my cats Natalie and Lena curled up in a chair (my other cat Shelby is nowhere to be found). As you can tell, I'm the only living thing awake right now, that's because I just woke up not more than 2 hours ago, haha.

I have nothing to update that might interest you, besides I don't post blog updates for all you readers sake (if there's any. Hmm *glances at the Hits Counter), it's more for my own sake. Writing has been my way of exorcising my personal demons that haunt me from time to time. I can say that I've left my rebellion days behind but there are still times when I lose my mind and I do some fucked-up things, things I'd rather not talk about. Besides, I'm sure that everyone is guilty of doing things that we're not supposed to, right? When it comes to regrets, I have a lot but I choose not to dwell on those things and just move forward.

When I write, I don't just write, I cut a piece of myself and put it into words. I use this blog to express some random thoughts, share some of my opinions on certain things, or simply release my pent-up emotions. Also, I look at it as an interactive way of keeping track of everything that's happening in my life. Something that I can simply click if I want to visit the past, if I want to be reminded of what I used to be or how I dealt with a certain bullshit I encountered. I used to keep diaries when I was younger and there's this heaping pile of notebooks labeled as 'diary' stashed under my bed but when I realized how much space it consumes, I thought an online journal wouldn't be so bad.

I've been browsing blogs of random people recently and to be honest, I am disappointed. All I read are rants about some stupid shitty nonsense, complaints about how ugly they looked but when you scroll down, you see a big photo of them in their most glamorous pose, complaints about how their life sucked just because they couldn't fix their hair right. Nonsense, crappy, random bullshits.

Most people think that being a controversial attention whore will get others to be interested in your blog. What the fuck is that about? You put up a blog, if people liked it, they'll visit it, if not, who gives a fuck? You don't even have to be such a big baby and post about how you feel that life is unfair because no one seemed to visit your blog. Un-fucking-believable.

How can some people claim that life is unfair to them today when in fact life has been unfair even before they sprouted into this earth? No one has the right to complain, anyway. Everyone undergoes a certain bullshit in their lives so don't you ever claim, for one second, that the burden you have is heavier than what others carry on their shoulders. Take a good look around you to see that there are people around your age who lives under a footbridge and barely eats a full 3 meal a day. What's even more mind-boggling to me is the fact that, ironically, the people who has good looks, clear complexion, nice hair, a trim body and a decent house to live in are the same exact people who complain a lot and claim that life is unfair to them.

Complaining will get you nowhere so if I were you, I'll think of something better to write, or just crawl to a hole and sulk for eternity.
Or better yet, start digging up your own grave. Life sucks for you, right? Try meeting up with Death.

Labels: blogging, pink crimson, rants, work

posted by Monica-Lynne @ 2:31 AM