Few years back when blogspot started spreading like a virus in the cyber world, I too have the thought to join the bloggers world but thought remain a thought as I keep on holding-up to the idea coz during that time, access to the internet connection was quiet limited.
Then come to a time were access to the internet was on daily basis, but still I postpone the idea of having my own blog for I feel almost comfortable sharing the stories of my life in my own journal where I can flipped the pages whenever I feel like doing so…
After a while, as time keep on passing by, having my own blog doesn’t seem to be that important anymore, my constant thought and feeling about life was channelled by various medium like friends who comes and goes, my journal, my yel, through prayers, through advise and pass by thought just before surrender to my beauty regime each nite..and sometimes it even return in my dreams…
However, the urge of creating the blog strike again when I suddenly remember about him who was once upon a time my so called “childhood lover”, having thinking about him I browsed to his blog, but it seems to be inactive for quiet sometime. I admire the way he used to write and was hoping to read more, but sadly in return there was none, as the last entry was the same entry few years back. Obviously he in no longer writing in there, whether or not he has change his blog, I don’t really feel like searching for it, its just a plain thought of remembering a good old friend…after all, he once wrote a short story for me..hye..not everyday you get someone who’s willing to write a story about you and remembering you in a beautiful way…
The urge was even stronger when a friend of mine whom I recently become close have been posting her own thought in her blog. Tried to put my comments in one of her entry but comment denied since I’m not a blogger. That’s it!! I have to own my own blog…
The final urge I guess came almost naturally when few days back I encounter something about life which it makes me feel certain, that few things about life is worth sharing with others and should be preserve in writing i.e. in a substance form…
And I’ve decided…It’s about time...
Then come to a time were access to the internet was on daily basis, but still I postpone the idea of having my own blog for I feel almost comfortable sharing the stories of my life in my own journal where I can flipped the pages whenever I feel like doing so…
After a while, as time keep on passing by, having my own blog doesn’t seem to be that important anymore, my constant thought and feeling about life was channelled by various medium like friends who comes and goes, my journal, my yel, through prayers, through advise and pass by thought just before surrender to my beauty regime each nite..and sometimes it even return in my dreams…
However, the urge of creating the blog strike again when I suddenly remember about him who was once upon a time my so called “childhood lover”, having thinking about him I browsed to his blog, but it seems to be inactive for quiet sometime. I admire the way he used to write and was hoping to read more, but sadly in return there was none, as the last entry was the same entry few years back. Obviously he in no longer writing in there, whether or not he has change his blog, I don’t really feel like searching for it, its just a plain thought of remembering a good old friend…after all, he once wrote a short story for me..hye..not everyday you get someone who’s willing to write a story about you and remembering you in a beautiful way…
The urge was even stronger when a friend of mine whom I recently become close have been posting her own thought in her blog. Tried to put my comments in one of her entry but comment denied since I’m not a blogger. That’s it!! I have to own my own blog…
The final urge I guess came almost naturally when few days back I encounter something about life which it makes me feel certain, that few things about life is worth sharing with others and should be preserve in writing i.e. in a substance form…
And I’ve decided…It’s about time...
5 comments:
there are times..
what we used to say were meant only for ourselve although it was out loud to him.
So this time, say to the rest of the world but u know who it meant to..
whatever way..whether his listening or not, we know.. we hope him to know...
childhood lover sounds a little on the wrong side.
childhood sweetheart sounds more innocently memorable.
thank you friend.
-ampang hilir 5-
Haha. I'm blushing rite now. I wonder how u bump into my blog. Malunya!
haha tu la... boleh tahan jiwang gak.
was looking for the meaning of Shahzor actually, and uncle google brought me to this hallowed ground.
having read this entry, i think i felt something really old and ancient. i feel like a 15 year old boy all over again. though for a short while :D
dont stop writing ok?
-WBK 2129-
Now day u know about dis blog, keep it low eh. Malula.,hehe. Woit, jiwang is my middle name. Itupun x ramai yg tahu :)
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