this blog in random
The first time I wrote a blog,I just wanted to pass time. I just wanted to juice out the emotion inside me. THis friendster blog went to more than four times of rebranding, renaming and restructuring. Time after time this has been my little red book of emotions and pain.This is the little journal of truths and lies.
This is the record book of the things that I never talk about, the things that I dont mention, and the dreams I just secretly wishing for. If this was a passport, it would be a passport to the journey of unknown.
But just like a movie, and a business, things just need to move on. Changes are need, life evolves, and so the things that I write. I then forget that I could not write. Yes, you read it right.
Finishing a degree in Mass communication, or being in a the publication doesnt make you a writer. Serving in an NGO as a technical documenter doesnt make you a prolific writer, I am not a writer. In fact I am surprised as my teachers are, that I can write a decent article. Knowing myself I am never articulate at anything. In fact this thing is not even coherent to have a decent grade.
I have seen people who could actually write, who could stream through lines and verses like waves of a free flowing energy. And I adore these people, they remain my inspiration, part of my who-I-like-to-be conquest. But of course as I stream to the walk of life, things and perceptions change.
Sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worst…. again a matter of perception. But as we go through these things of negativity, we tend to be biased to pain.
All these years, this blog was my dependable shock absorber. It allowed me to pass through trying times. And for the people who read my unfiltered thoughts, thanks.
darkmau
MALAYA!
