Warning: Do not start if you cannot tolerate grandmother stories, frequent digressions and self-absorbed babble.
I have succumbed to the idea of penning my travelogues in an online blog. (upset) Sigh so much for all the trouble trying to be different from everyone else. I'm a really happy person I can safely say, there aren't many instances in my life where I feel a compulsive need to be distressed or angry about something, but with every silver lining, there is a cloud. Not the white fluffy kind. The upsetting gloomy grey one. So like everyone else, there is something that makes me go crazy with discomfort. That is to be classified as a common everyday plain Jane (sorry to all Janes out there) whom you see, no you don't even take a look at, on the streets.
Okay maybe I exaggerate, but the bane of my life has really been the constant struggle of trying to be different from everyone else. When I was young, I secretly liked pink, but all the other little girls liked pink. I mean, this is what social stereotyping has sort of ingrained in us. Girls like pink, boys like something else. (to the boys who like pink, good job) So I decided that I would dislike pink, and like green instead. Okay okay, I digress too much. That's the problem with me, as my dad would gladly like to repeat many times, I can't tell a proper story. Or rather I can't tell a story properly straight to the point without adding lots of fluffy extra details that nobody really needs to know. Well, in my defence, those aren't frivolous nonsense but important background information for my listeners to understand the story I'm driving at. See what he means?
The bottomline is, after fifty two days of trying to be hipster, technological restrictions have brought me back to the trusty old blog.
I started out posting all my travel photos on Facebook and neatly arranging them in order, even meticulously captioning them so that they'll be like a storybook instead of just plain photos. Then Facebook failed the OCD me when it refused to let me reorder my photos once the number exceeded 25. Who writes a travelogue with just 25 photos?! So I had to shift everything to Photobucket. Thankfully, it failed me pretty early so I didn't waste that much time transitioning. I thought it was pretty smart of me to use Photobucket, especially since it has this function of turning your photos into a real storybook, which I didn't actually use since I was too lazy but still was great to have. Just when I thought I had achieved hipster success, the evil news came.
Murphy likes to play with me a lot. He likes to check in on me once every now and then to make sure that I have spice in my life. Like seriously, he checks in almost periodically. It's either he really likes me and wants to help me in my quest to not lead a normal life, or I did something to him in my previous incarnation that led to his eternal revenge. This time, he told Photobucket to send me an email saying that I am almost reaching the limit of my allowed storage space and inviting me to pay for more space.
Please allow me a few moments, while I have a private conversation with Murphy. (beams)
Okay I admit that I'm a trigger-happy shutterbug and that I overwork my iPhone and my Photobucket cloud. :< I'm sorry to them and all my album readers who have wasted so much time flipping through the incessantly detailed daily updates. I promise to be a more responsible blogger from now on. So to spare everyone the trouble, I have decided to move my virtual mountain of photos to Blogger and organise them into neat and concise (I'll try) stories! *cue party poppers and fanfare music*
Day 52 and beyond are updated live daily and I'll try to clear the backlog of the previous days soon. Please have a happy read!
xoxo, Daphy ❀
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