Congratulations! You have reached my 400th post.
And I am sure you are still wondering what the hell is this blogger talking about.
I know. Most of the time I don't make sense. That's a handicap I still have to overcome.
In the days when blogging hasn't yet been part of my life, I jot down my rantings in a diary I have with me where ever I go. In a sense, I had always been a person who is more comfortable in writing down my thoughts than expressing it. A lot of these thoughts doesn't really make sense even to me that it sounds more stupid if you hear it than when you read it.
I have reached my four hundredth post in less than a year and I think this is telling how cluttered my mind is and how boring my life has become last year. It still is, but I don't seem to mind it that much now.
Four hundred posts. Four hundred mutterings. Four hundred evidence of how whiny, self-centered, and nonsense I am. Four hundred posts peppered with time-to-time insanities. Four hundred totally boring posts that reading it back makes me ask if I really did wrote any of those.
So yes, you are now reading my 400th post (read: that's 400 in this blog alone). Four hundred and still none of it makes sense. Four hundred and I still don't know what the hell am I blogging for.
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