Everytime I go on a massive blog surfing spree I always get wowed by the blogs I see. The style of writing, the pictures... it's almost like it's telling me how grown up, how funny and how mature they sound. And inevitably, after I finish viewing the blogs all sort of ideas on how to write my next post runs about in my head. However, within minutes the 'mature feel' that inspired me would run out and then I'd be myself again.

Whenever I read those commentary blogs I feel so amazed by these people. They know enough to give comments on politics and social issues and things like that that I often feel overwhelmed and rather silly for writing about nonsensical stuff like what I ate yesterday. And the thing is, these blogs belong to people I actually know. Which make me feel doubly like a small kid. Someone once told me "Your blog is rather like a typical blog," which I take to mean that it's filled with fluff and normally wouldn't interest anyone else besides people who know me well.

Sadly enough I do not have the mental ability to write witty posts on life, or ranting posts on the government, or even views on social issues like religion or world hunger. Quoting from someone else again, 'Impression you have of her(me): easily influenced'. Which show how much of a 'yes' girl I am, (mostly) agreeing with everyone's view of {insert topic here}. Although it could be their views were similar to mine in the first place. Hmmmmm...

I wonder what happened to my plans at the beginning of the year. I was planning to blog about the places one could see/eat/shop in Melbourne, but in the end that plan vanished into thin air. So, despite all the restaurants I've been to and ate at there's no mention of it anywhere in my blog (The food's mostly great, btw).

There's also a lack of pictures of my friends in my blog, due to them being mostly guys, and well... guys don't take pictures without any valid reason. (Taking pictures of them to stuff in my blog is not a valid reason). I think it's due to their genes, which commands them to stay away from cameras of any sort and especially from girls who camwhore 99999 times a day. So, beyond a very blurred picture of them playing D&D (some hiding behind books and paper due to Ian's warning "She's going to take a picture!") and Shreenal's surprise photo of some of us playing Catan there's no pics of us at all.

Which (probably) explains why I only blog once a month. Heh.