I used to have an archive of the posts I had done with the late Friendster. Influenced by my first boyfriend then to blog about my life, I was able to compile a good collection of daily stories and reflection way back in college and on the first few years of work. However, with the passing of time, breaking up, shutting down of Friendster and mourning of my young heart, I decided to totally forget all about it. None survived. That was like 7 or 8 years ago.
Dang! This backtracking makes me feel so old! Maybe I should stop right here.
But no, let me proceed.
|Write. Erase. Write more until you get it right.|
My desire to write is usually pumped up by deep emotional turmoil or intense happiness. All I know is I had to let it out. And writing had been an avenue for me to vent it all out. Until now, that's why I write here. Sharing my experiences to others really never came into my mind until I gained followers. Funny, coz I never really see these posts of mine worth-following or worth-reading by others.
So for those who take time, took time and still comes back here, thank you, from the bottom of my heart
Year 2013 and blogging had brought a lot of many great memories for me. I had come to know wonderful writers. I laughed, cried, related, empathized with a lot of other experiences. I had the chance to join an outreach through PBO. I am happy to see that the organization is growing so fast and many are very much willing to share their resources for its success.
I had made friends just by clicking and reading other people's pages. I even received unexpected gifts! How cool was that! I can never thank you all enough!
I really want to meet other bloggers especially those whose pages I follow. I want to personally extend my admiration about what and how they write. Maybe exchange opinions regarding common issues and LEARN. It feels good to be able to talk to brilliant people, especially if they had no idea how brilliant they are.
I can never claim to have creative writing juices in me. I just write what I can. I used to dream of having a published article in one of the prestigious newspapers in the country. For now, it's still a dream. Who knows, I may fulfill it this year. If not, then maybe the following year. Hashtag Never Say Die. For now, let every piece of writing be a document of what happens with my life as an individual, a girl, a daughter, a sister, a friend, a teacher, ultimately, as a dreamer.