I started blogging when I was in uni. That was when I still had plenty of time to kill. Blogging was so much more fun when friends were still active on the blogsphere. After awhile everyone just stopped and the pig became the last one standing.
Writing was never something I master. I was never good at it. But I guess the need for me to express myself has made me so thick skinned that I'm voluntarily stripping myself butt naked (pun intended) on a public platform showing off my crappy English writing, killing my already very low self esteem and whatever intelligence people thought I had all at once. I admire my courage sometimes *slowly pulling trigger to end embarrassment*.
My blog has always been my sanctuary, a place for me to take refuge. It allows me to express myself, say things I can't/don't normally say in person, or reveal this side of me which only people who reads my blog will get to know. It keeps me sane, it keeps me human.
I was reading my old blog (not this one). I caught myself laughing out loud at my lame jokes (I honestly think I was quite funny LOL) and crying when I got to sad posts. It's amazing how I can still feel how I felt then, which was many years ago. It felt like it was just yesterday when it all happened, still so fresh and clear in my head. Those words and pictures were my life, my memories. They remind me of who I was at that stage of my life. They helped relive those moments again.Tracing back my footsteps made me realise how far I have come and how much I have grown over the years.
My blog has always been my sanctuary, a place for me to take refuge. It allows me to express myself, say things I can't/don't normally say in person, or reveal this side of me which only people who reads my blog will get to know. It keeps me sane, it keeps me human.
I was reading my old blog (not this one). I caught myself laughing out loud at my lame jokes (I honestly think I was quite funny LOL) and crying when I got to sad posts. It's amazing how I can still feel how I felt then, which was many years ago. It felt like it was just yesterday when it all happened, still so fresh and clear in my head. Those words and pictures were my life, my memories. They remind me of who I was at that stage of my life. They helped relive those moments again.Tracing back my footsteps made me realise how far I have come and how much I have grown over the years.
Everything is so different now. I don't have the privilege of spending hours writing a post anymore. After work each day the last thing I want is to face the computer trying to come up with interesting things to say. Gone were the days where I spent most of my free time snapping, arranging and patiently uploading photos and putting them into words. Maybe I'm more focused on living life at the moment, not so much on documenting it anymore. Or maybe I've just gotten lazier.
Blogging has always been just for my own pleasure but I'm glad some of you are interested enough to visit my blog from time to time to see what nonsense I have come up with. It does help keep that blogging momentum of mine going. So thank you for reading.
Till my writing mojo picks up again, I hope you have a good weekend~! =)
6 comments:
keep it up, i'll be your loyal reader ^^
Keep it out.it's also my platform to write out my feelings and thought too
Your blogging habit will be greatly applauded :)
huahaha thanks guys! XD
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