Let me just try this from a different way this time; before you continue reading forward,this one’s for me. I’m not sure if you’ve ever felt in such a way where you find yourself working so hard and doing everything for all the wrong reason(not exactly the right reason that is). For example, lets not go any further; lets talk about myself. If you notice the past couple of posts,I’ve been rather inconsistent with the contents jumping from a happy happy joy kid, to an advertorial, to a very angry post and now here.

Its not easy at times when all of the things thats going on for me in the blogosphere consumes a huge part of me. I wouldn’t want to do all this for the wrong reason, I don’t wanna fret over small issues which involves politics, neither do I ever want to do something that would make me feel like crap during the day because I feel very disconnected from Ellie,and way too indulged in the online identity need I say more. Perhaps nobody would understand,but I guess I’ll just do what I do best; be the bubbly cheerful personality who feeds off love from the Keeper with an unforgiving past.

This is a real person you’re reading about.
Where at some point in my life right now,my dreams actually envies my reality.

I woke up with a bad headache and fever yesterday,leading me to sleep through the day; and then I realized what situation I may have gotten myself into. Its like one huge part of me is pursuing architecture to be an awesome architect; while I have this other part of me who has this undying love of writing,even its all about the usual boring stuff about a girl growing up,messing up and just the real deal.

Look at me closely,when you’re sitting next to me you’d realize that I do feel very fulfilled because at some point in your time its all about counting your blessings. The Keeper came over last night, with me looking all pale and grumpy; we took this slow walk around my garden. He looked at me and asked; whats wrong? Then I told him with a husky little voice that I am feeling very drained and unhappy about how things are working out with the blog; but things are a tad bit different now,it almost feels like I have an extension of an online personality.

I don’t want to feel like a puppet,and I definitely hate the feeling of being a useful tool in anyway.
The Keeper has always been supportive,told me to do what I love and most importantly; be happy. I would never trade anything in the world to replace what I have with him,neither would I do anything that makes me unhappy. Right now,things are about to change; I don’t do politics and I don’t do puppet shows.

Believe me,I was unhappy.

Here’s what he did to cheer me up.Its kinda dumb,but i’m pretty sure it worked.
The Keeper took both my hands,held it right up; then made me dance with him to the tune of “Kungfu Fighting” you know the soundtrack from Kungfu Panda? I was struggling to keep up because I was having this banging headache; but I guess that was when I realized what a beautiful reality I’m living in. He instantly put a smile on my face followed by a chuckle, and that was all I needed.

And all of this woke me up to one thing; you’re not here to read me,but to read about me. There’s a whole wide room over the world wide web to give you the exclusive coverage of everything else,but I guess I should very well preserve this one personal space and be happy with it. I didn’t spend the past years of doing all this to end up being a reporter wtf.

Well I hope to wake up in the morning feeling all chirpy,praying that the headache would go away. I’m not here to satisfy anyone because there’s only so much I can offer. I love how good it feels to talk about the Keeper,writing about our silliest moments and of course sharing this one large personal part about myself with you. It may be boring to any beautiful stranger,but there’s nothing more beautiful than experiencing the exact same bundle of joy.

There’s a price to pay in everything that you do,but never ever trade ‘em for the price of happiness. After all,there’s a million of people out there who still live their lives around the present; but never quite get a hang of the moment. Blogging isn’t always pretty,you might get lost into that virtual world which can vanquish over the disappearance of electricity wtf.

If only you can hear me chuckle.
Much love,cheerios.

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