I just bumped into this oldie bloggie of mine, sneaked a peek to the profile and was like, well hello there my husband.............. And thank you for the sweet little experiment you did on my profile for your *ds**s* buss--nah, thingy ;p Now I am way too lazy to return to the pinky display I'd been using since forever. Once again, thanks a lot and stay handsome. Let's just hope that readers (if I even had one) would just ignore how my blog looks aesthetically and stay focused on the writings instead.
Okay, so I found that the last time I wrote something here was on the fifth months of my pregnancy. Also I couldn't help but eww to my very self (?) when I read that I promised to write the second part. Second part your a**? You got those never-ending dishes and clothes and diapers and *coughs* undergraduate thesis to take care of so how could you even think of wasting your time by rambling on a social media? Well, lots of bloggers are housewives and full-time mothers who share their everyday life (especially about their children, MPASI recipes, family trips, etc.) so that would be rude and stupid of me to say that blogging is a waste of time for responsible mothers (especially young mothers). Well that's why I'm here to give it a try :)
First of all, although this may sound like an absolute nonsense, I'll have to say that my *coughs* life motto is something like, "life is too short to be written in a mainstream plot" which also pushes me to the idea of sharing unusually (useful-?-) stuffs. Well duh, I did post boring photos on Instagram or Path or Facebook (I mean, it's totally common for married women to regularly post photos of their little family, as in, ALWAYS about their little family) so there's no point of me writing about the very same thing here. Let's say that I just uploaded a video of my baby walking energetically then I wrote the details on my blog with a post entitled "My Little Sunshine is Growing Up". I would be like, have I got any life other than that? Is my world always about my baby? Well it is, obviously *slapped* but that doesn't mean my brain doesn't work for anything else. I do care about my studies, I do care about my future careers, and I am still rooting for this selfishness of mine to pursue my dreams. Especially since I study psychology, there are some points of feminism that I agree with: I have the very same right as my life partner to get a job I've been dreaming of and study things I love just like he has the very same right as me to take a good care of our son. And thank God, he really is an understanding, supportive one, despite the fact that I still have this "weakness" called religious devotion (which prevents me from going out anywhere or doing everything I want without his permission).
Anyway, I'd love to write the continuation of my earlier post but since it's so last year and the current me is craving for writing something nonsense and different like the old good times, let's see if I have the mood to even write that some other time, some veeerry later time ;p So, uh, if by any chance I'll post something in this blog, I want it to be different as much as I want to share my personal experience about building a little family in a bunch of boring posts. That's all for now. Cheers.
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