Why I made this blog

I had a talk. A pep talk with Vida.

You know her.

The same girl who consistently asked me to get the hell out from this crappy job (I'm not kidding, 'crappy' is literally what she was saying)

The topic was always the same. Coz I always asked the same question.

Dude, what am I good at?

and since we whatsapped, I can only imagined that she sighed there (or maybe she didn't, but hey this is my imagination ), texting things she's been repeating to myself from centuries ago.

You like drawing

You draw things, involuntarily, unconsciously, undeliberately*
You look happy when you're drawing

and again she emphasized that she's glad when I'm drawing because I look happy, not because the drawing's any good (HEY, they're not bad, damnit!)

You're good in simplifying things. You know stuffs. You know, stuffs other people need to google before they even knew they existed..

such as

..Dolphins like to gangbang**

And as usual, I dove in and thought. How long before I'm gonna forget all these, cry and ask the same old shit again.

"Dude, what I'm good at?"

I made this blog, Vida.

To remind me that I do need to get out from this crappy job. Not because it's crappy, but because I don't wanna die and have some people said things like

"She served coffee and tea from the trolley beautifully"





I don't care if it's any good. Damn my previous blogs. Damn all the readers.

*it's not a word yet, and by all means some people think it is unlikely to become one. But I like it. So I use it. Damn with your vocabulary, u grammar Nazis(including you, Vida)
**Again, I'm questioning. WHY DO U REMEMBER THE FACT THAT I MENTIONED THIS FACT BEFORE, VIDA?