Why oh why

 Sometimes when I'm droopy-eyed and tired on a night such as this, I stave off the specter of sleep by perusing through my Chrome bookmarks bar as a scholar would run through his shelves. Its inevitable I guess, that I would eventually end up here, on my little blogger page. Before I put my fingers down to their click-clackety work in transporting this post from my brain to the keyboard, I asked myself, "Why?"
 As in why am I even blogging? I don't know what I'm doing here, am I? This is probabaly the most tak tentu  arah webpage in existance. I looked through my page, and realised that mine may very well be the only pair of eyes that have done so. I mean, I know I can't expect droves of loyal followers, but really? Nobody? Nobody even stumbled their way here?
  The Internet can be a fickle mistress, and though I know its silly to take her verdict personally, I guess its one of those lessons that we have to learn the hard way. But hey, at least I get to practise my writing, and lets face it; this is way less girly than a diary, huh? Bottom line is I'm enjoying myself, so I don't suppose I have much to complain about then.