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Expose`Queen. By now you must have figured out that I wanted to open a blog. A blog is a regularly updated website about different topics. You can pick one niche/theme to focus on, or write a general blog. I chose to create a personal blog where I exposed secrets famous people didn’t want to let out. Before long, I had already chosen a web hosting company and bought the domain expose`queen. This was my place, where I could talk about whatever I wanted without getting fired. I had censored some things for the paper but here I was the boss.

"That's very kind of you. Nowadays, young people like yourself would rather just fidget on their cellphones. Feel free to come over and visit whenever you can, but I promise to give you a copy when I finish writing." After a short pause, Toto resumed. "If you’re interested, my granddaughter is also helping me get the story out and is putting it online. Blogspot, she said." Toto winked. "Really?" asked Lisa, surprised that the old man was even familiar with Blogspot. "Yes. I showed her my notebook just a week ago and she told me this morning that she would like to help me reach more people." "What's the title of the blog?" Nestie asked, a bit doubtful if the blog really does exist.

Patuloy na magsusulat at ipakilala pa ang mga kuwento ng nakakarami sa pamamagitan ng malayang pagsusulat. Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/Manunudla-Blog-106343067862828/ Wattpad: @manunudla

Throughout the year, @ShilohTalks published extensive articles on almost every trending topic on the news while delving into the depths of the matter and its broader implications. She wrote about a student being mean to a cat, a problem at a university cafeteria, a person taking bad pictures of others in the subway, someone cheating at a famous school, and a really sad time when a famous person on the internet died. In an age where honest journalism was scarce, the blogger fearlessly spoke the minds of many. Hence, it came as no surprise that she garnered a massive following.

I said, taking a deep breath before placing my journal on his desk. His eyes darted to the journal; confusion clear on his face. “What is this?” He asked, unmoving. “It’s my journal,” I told him. “Joseph had the idea a few months ago that I should start making my blog more personal. Writing about things that truly matter. I was trying too hard to make my blog a fiction platform, but that’s not what people want in a blog. They expect fantasy in books and stories, but they seek blogs out for relatable content and advice.”

Gary was as usual working away in his laptop and I was chatting with Stacy. STACY: HOW LUXURIOUS IS THE HOTEL B I T CH. I smile fold my legs on the couch and texted back. IT'S DAMN PRETTY. THE ROOFTOP VIEW IS CRAZY. HOW'S JEFF?. STACY: Half WAY ACROSS TOWN. I THINK YOU SHOULD START BLOGGING ALREADY. I raise a brow. WHY?. She texts back immediately. STACY: YOU GUYS PICTURES ARE ALLOVER THE INTERNET DUMMY, AND ITS HITTING A MILLION VIEWS ALREADY.

You all can check it out here on the app if you want to read more stories from me! Thanks again! Love you all ❤️ ~S.Y

I dated Liam Alvaro Luciano and this is my story. Out of curiosity, I clicked on the link and it then led me to the main page of Amber's blog. The site was simple. Nothing extraordinary or flashy making it seemed even more trustworthy. Her writing was questionable yet informative. I looked at the date of the day the blog was published and I was surprised to see that it had only been a month from today. I then began to read Amber's blog, words to words.

She's shipping me off to another continent as damage control. I continue to eat a breakfast I have zero interest in, and once I hear her car leave, I pull out my phone , mentally preparing myself for the worst. The first five notifications are about me. On Wolfgram, our own version of I*******m, several blogs have already published my story.

What do you say? Even though I hate exercises, damn it's really exhausting. But it's a different thing that the whole day I sit here in the cafe and laugh, make weird expressions, sometimes talk in different voices or maybe embarrassing sounds I create. But it's a total fun not boring, and exhaustion is common in every work so it's your choice what you want to do, the thing which is boring and a kind of headache for you or the thing that makes you feel better, something amusing that you yearn to do. And I yearn to narrate the greatest story of that 'His.'