Everyone starts to take interest in my life particularly those segments which involve boy who becomes of my interest aka crush. The bottom line is, my lips are sealed. i ain't telling anyone who but i'm inscribing down the pathway of my life that i've taken and chosen and gone through so that when i looked back 10 or 30 years if that's in God's will, i would feel that my life is quite fun, flirty, sneaky and exciting. it didn't bother me much whether i would still remember that particular person or not but the events that had taken place and making me to become what i am in my future are more vital. Anyway, i had gotten over those things, him, and i'm good to go.
i started blogging because it's actually a very effective way for me to develop my creativity, to enhance my writing skill, to express my thoughts and also to eternalize my history. i could do it privately instead of doing it publicly aka blogging but i would like to share with people too. Of course, there's certain limitation that i've set because i would love to just keep it like that. Then, i would like to share my story, the tales i known so that we'd appreciate, so that we could learn something, so that we could get a good grasp of life, so that one day, we found ourselves. Then, blogging is my remedy to overcome my stress, to capture articles by articles of happy memories and events so that i know, always keep in mind that i've once been so happy and lively and the momentum will just keep running, irrevocably. Next, life is never a bed of roses. There are sadness, agony and all. Well, i am just a normal being too. Then, if people see all this sadness, they would know that they have nothing to envy because i have sad moments too. i, on the other hand, would learn from all those devastations and pulled through everything and moved on because that's the way life is. Then, i would not feel bad about myself for all those lucky and happy things that i own because i know that they come with miseries and they're malicious and they're vicious. Then, i just moved on. i want to be happy, always.
Actually, my biggest dream is that my Mum could see who i am. They said that Mothers known their children the most. Two thumbs up for that.
Mimi was asking whether i was seeing anyone. Crap. i was like what?! what's that?! She answered that she knew i wasn't and she was guessing Brother is. Great. Mum really knows me.
Nonetheless, i know that Mum doesn't know everything about me. i want her to be a part of me, i want her to live with me, i want her to know me, better, the best. As close as Mum and i getting along, there's still gap, there's still certain part that i dare not allow my Mum to step in because i'm shy and afraid of God knows what. Still, Mum is my best friend, lover and Mother.
i hope that maybe just one day, Mum would know all these things about me, how i'd grown up to be what i am going to be in the future. All those good and bad things that'd befallen me and strengthen me, assist me, to become what i am to become. Then, she would know that i love her very much, though she knows it already, by heart.
No comments:
Post a Comment