Of Being Myself

My writings here might not get a 100% mark for proper usage of English, constructing its sentences or using those big vocabulary but I care not.

I started this blog because I want to put my feelings into words. I want to give some meaning to it. I want to understand my own feelings in a long run. Feelings up in my heart and thinking with my head just get messy whenever I try to put one and one together. At times I can be in my own world, silently thinking there. People may misunderstood me for being moody but simply I am not. My mind will start wondering whenever wherever a situation arises.

Apart from that, I want to voice out my opinions on daily matters that I come across about. Things that I had experienced, type of people I met along the way. Not that I wanted to stereotype them, but we are all being classfied that way. Like for example, if you are fun going people, people will look at you that way, if you are pessimistic and showed it to the world, then you belong to that group. At times, most people may change from one category to another, and that depends on circumstances that come along their way.

Change.

One word. Yet to me, it is one hell of a strong word.

Will post about this in my next entry.

Even though I am not perfect, that does not mean I won’t strive to be better. To be in a better state than where I am and what I am doing right now.

P/S: If those password protected entries pisses you off, I am just plain sorry. I think I have the right to it. Why some entries are password protected? What are the purpose of me blogging and make it secretive at the same time? Simply, I am choosy on who are the readers and most of the time, I just want to keep the writings to myself, I believe some things must left unspoken . If all of you could read me inside out, what’s mystery left of me that you could discover? I know you could read me like a book by now, but is that so?

The ‘you’ mentioned here just imply to general readers.