Showing posts with label fimage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fimage. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Comment Harlot Doesn't Quite Have the Same Ring to it

In my defense [defence!], I, the Master of Advertising, did this quite late last night, and I did regret it in the morning. I just chuckled. However, I have decided that I need no defense [defence!] and will now proudly keep it on, in a display of defiance!

Until the tape wears out.

Monday, October 6, 2008

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Hey...
So, my once-daily blog has been reduced to 5 posts, the last 3-4 months ago.
SO, a lot has been happening.
Yet not enough.
It feels as if I'm too scared to launch myself out there, to live, to enable myself to have fun. I really really want to, it's just that I'm scared of 'what others think.' Fimage.
It seems weird to publish what seems like a personal diary entry out there, especially when my page is linked to it, but maybe I just need to get it out there, you know, to get other people to realize I'm not some introverted loser, but I just need to warm up and get a chance to know people. Whatever. It's not like anyone sees this anyway.* 
As you can see from the time, it is 'late.' But i am not insomniac today, or at least I haven't tested to see if i am yet, but I have a new experiment:
Me: NO bedtime, let's see how I am tomorrow, eh?
Mom: *shrugs shoulders* whatever.
translation: oho, we'll see how you really feel in the morning, won't we, 'honey'

I need a customary pic...or do I?
Ah, forget it, I can't find anything

But I do need to mention this; my fimage doesn't lead to my 'excessive conformity.' i'm not a poseur/poser, take your pick, I'm just too hesitant that I lose out. I am actually not that shy and introverted once you get to know me. And I hide everything behind a wall of sarcasm.

*if you actually do read this, don't hesitate to comment. please. i'm desperate. seriously.