There will be changes in 2013

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android, blogging, changes, new year, raw, thoughts, Wordpress

First step to my desired changes for 2013, I’ve downloaded WP for android… to stop believing that thinking blog posts over and over will perfect anything… to stop obsessing about the perfect time and a comfortable chair to start writing… to post more raw and less processed thoughts… and to share stuff straight from what i see thru my phone 😀
It’s still a happy new year! Hey artist!

WordPress makes innovation happen

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blogging, comments, forum, innovation, notification, suggestion, support, Wordpress

I don’t want to be overjoyed, but I want to recognize WordPress’ efforts in continuously improving (though I’m a bit late on this).

wordpress innovates, wordpress listens

Whether or not WP read my suggestion, I still want to thank them for continuously creating an awesome blogging experience. Now we can even reply through that little notification button!

Other bloggers may also find inspiration to send in their suggestions, because opinions for improvement are always called for. In whatever situation, I hope everyone sees value in participation, dialogue, and accept it as a responsibility, more than a privilege.

Thanks for the replies of lilmaouz and timethief.

Happy blogging to all!

Feeling alone, like everyone

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acting, alone, blogging, city, depression, emotion, photo, photography, sad, secret, urban

When I ride the train, I wonder why and how everyone can feel alone amidst a sea of people. To my surprise, I am not spared from this feeling of disconnection and isolation. Despite the absence of raw emotion, I get depressed every other day (literally!). I feel worthless, useless…

I recently attended an acting workshop. When the director told us to get angry and hate someone, I can’t welcome the emotion into my system. I can’t separate myself from the practice of “not reacting to hatred and anger” (detaching from the detached haha) A huge part of me thinks that surrendering to emotion is weakness and immaturity. I know when I’m depressed and I feel it in my bones; but people don’t see it, without any attempt to conceal it.

I recently found out that my friend keeps secret blogs. Upon showing me one, it was so “not her.” It was her only channel of sadness (and everything on that side of the spectrum). I wonder why it has to be a secret. But I know that me and my friend are not among few.

How many of us feel alone, stay alone, in the middle of everyone?