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Sophia Goh
| Main blog: | skyscrapers | | Age: | 26 | | Birthday: | August 6th 1982 | | Gender: | Female | | Occupation: | Artistic / Creative | | Education: | Bachelors degree | | Location: | Malaysia, Kuala Lumpur |
I really hope this is the last time I move
It's still very much a work in progress, but I have decided to officially set up home at www.sophiagoh.com.I managed to very painstakingly move all my posts to the new blog, but this site will remain as it is, if only because I couldn't transfer all the comments.
Trying to be a web geek
is a lot of hard work.It's been a challenge trying to learn all about php scripts, content management systems, databases, cpanel etc etc etc. But I am in the mood and so I am determined to get the hang of this. Besides, I've already paid for my first month of web hosting, not to mention my first year of domain ownership, so there's no turning back (just the way I like it).Thankfully, I took a computer subject back in pre-uni and a web publishing/Internet subject during my third year of university. I dropped out of the former in my final term but actually went on to score quite respectably in...
This is what happens when I'm left alone too often
I've always been perfectly happy to hang out by myself if I need to, and with Y working really late the past couple months, I've had plenty of me-time. The problem with being left alone too much however, is that I become itchy-fingered and impulsive. That sounds a little like I decided to go shoplifting, but I actually ended up getting this instead:
www.sophiagoh.com
Don't worry, I paid for it. And it wasn't really all that impulsive. I put in quite a few hours of research before settling on a domain host. And I've always kinda wanted my own domain, even though I know squat about all this...
Niggling
I'm feeling a little unsettled right now, like the planets are out of sync in the universe of me or something. This niggling feeling began last night before bed, and continued into the morn. I'm usually one to trust my instincts, so if my gut tells me something's out of whack, something probably is.
The perhaps slightly worrying thing is how easily I buried the feeling as soon as I got to work. Having to, or rather getting to, focus on my checklist for the day made it all too easy to brush aside any niggles in the cosmos. At least I took two seconds to shelve it under 'thoughts' for blogging...
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