Waking up today, I accessed my Tumblr on rugged phone and I was shocked that I suddenly realized that every time I post, followers just pour in just like lightning. But I was just pushed into writing in this blog speculating what am I doing on Tumblr anyways. What am I doing right now?
What am I supposed to do?
Sometimes, I get this sense of confusion about what I’m going to be in my life. Literature has always been my love, so is photography, and web design. You know when Saussure just came in front of me I was suddenly engrossed to reading his many-paged criticism about the language genre of different people from various disciplines. High five to him. He seems to impress something which I was really waiting to happen.
I’m proud that I was not waiting for nothing.
You know this is not all about photography, designing, and writing, like a pro I was really eyeing for something which I’m going to pursue. It’s already in a basket of fruits, all I have to do is to choose what to eat, choosing what to take pleasure in. Like I was just standing in front of those choices having a big question mark on my ass. Yes currently I’m writing, minutes after this, I’m reading.. hours after, I’m going to Flickr and photo blogs choosing only the most amazing which my eyes could catch. I’ll seldom eat because all that I am doing if to somehow placate the pleasure part in me, which is not eating. But I am still in the midst of choosing, but what’s good to me is that I always say to myself that there’s pretty much a lot of interesting times when I can have my choice to come out. I am certain that my interest would fall among those.
I’m having a quiz in our Spanish after this, and I’ve been learning just about the basics. I’m still using Google translate, I am such a loser in Spanish grammar, but I can speak fluently, in a sexy Spanish accent.
Hey, it’s me. Peterout from the dreaded tumblr. I was at contrive in computer class when I thought I’d give that “Poetry is Sh*t” link at the top a little click. When I caught sight of “Junctures” at the side, I didn’t expect you’d have been writing this since… 2006? Damn.
In any case, because, but not just because, you wrote a “Nobody reads this blog” post, I’m replying to this. I’m not sure, but I think I understand the frustration (is it frustration?) of being inanely popular on one site and inanely lacking visitors. Isn’t it srs bsns? Anyway, keep writing. I haven’t, have not read many blogs as of late. As of the past… year? 2 years? I’d like to start up again, you know. Maybe this will be a good place.
PS. That Morrisey quote you added in contrive is fabulous. Absolutely fabulous, and since I’m saying this (in my head) in a faux British accent, I truly mean it.
“You have to believe. There is a light that never goes out and it’s called hope.”
Dayumm! Sometimes, I’d not weep deleting this blog because the memory displayed in this one isn’t as blissful as what you might have thought. I understand that you have some jolt of starting over, because that’s the only escape that you’ll have whenever you get tired of something. Why do you think this will be a good place? For what?
If ever, I’m looking forward for your new blog.. don’t forget to share the link to me so that i can read it too.