Write

Hello. It's been such a long time since I last wrote here. And I've been telling myself that I want to write. I want to. There's so many things I want to write about. So many things I've been thinking and feel like vomiting it out. And of course, there are also so many things I had to do, that I didn't have the time to write. I've been pretty busy with my exams. But now that it's over. I can write.

I love writing. It's such a joy and comforting feeling for me to write. My friends and I were talking about English essays and literature when we were in secondary school last night. And I realised how much I missed writing, enjoying them. After all, English had to be one of my most favourite subject in secondary school. Even though I love sciences too. I enjoy English especially the writing part. Not so much of the question-answer type (we call it comprehension here).

And now that I'm in a science related course, we don't write essays but reports. We don't write stories but all things related to experiments. I'm sure every science students hate this part. I mean I'm sure we would rather do the practical and discovering part of the subject rather than just... The "boring" part of writing reports and such.

So I took such joy and pleasure blogging and writing my diary.

I don't know what's with writing but it just gave me comfort and warmth. There are times in life where we just feel like not-telling-anyone-about-our-problems kind of times. When we just want to be alone, to spend time with ourselves and not others. When we just want to spend some solitary time between us and something (and not someone). It can be music, can be the TV, can be the sky, the grass and of course the pen and the paper (or keyboard and screen).

I'm a cancer. We're a bunch of quite emotional person. They say the sign of the cancer is a crab. A crab has shell and that's why we cancer likes to hide within our shell. We like to keep things to ourselves. So far most of my cancer friends including me are like this. I love to keep things to myself. That's why somehow, sometime, I hurt myself by not letting things out.

And when that happens, I have to inflict these pain to my paper, and my blog. I know it's really evil and cruel of me to do this. Like as if I'm hurting them indirectly. But I don't know. I guess it's better to inflict damage to a non-living thing, rather than human?

(laughs)

But anyway, my blog, my diary, they are non living things that's for sure. But they share with me something special. Something... Like a bond, unseen bond that only I can share, I can feel. When life sucks I have them to rely on. But of course, I'm not just going to rely on my blog ONLY. I would usually share it with my close friends.

My diary and blog are like friends to me too. They may not give me solutions to my problem. But they provide me with comfort. They provide me something instant. A friend would give me the solution and support. Even though a diary doesn't give me the solution to a problem. I feel giving comfort is the first step for me, only, to find the solutions. Imagine having a problem. And you're feeling stressed up and you are so sad, you can't think of a solution!

And not forgetting, I'm a very sentimental person. I really treasure memories, I treasure moments. I guess that's another reason why I love writing and photography. In writing I keep memories in words. In photography I freeze moments with pictures. And I truly hope that all these can stay with me forever till I die.

Life is a mysterious thing. Time. Especially is.

I guess I'm no ordinary kind of guy. Not saying I'm special or what. Just that... Don't you think it's rare for a guy to keep a diary? To write a blog and tell about all this kind if stuff?

Well we're all special in our own ways. That definitely is.

Ah, I feel so much better now :)

Good night