As I was cleaning out my room today, I discovered some old year books of mine from college and from high school. I flipped thru the pages and found a piece of my writing in there from 2004. I also unearthed a poem I wrote a while ago. Back then, I had a passion for writing. A passion which I thought I’d pursue later on in life as I love writing. Although I’m not pursuing that, I am happy where I am now. I’m still doing something that I love and writing just has taken a back seat for a while.
Looking at where I am now, it has been a while since I’ve written the way I did a few years ago. Admittedly, I started blogging as a way to preserve memories and be anonymous on the world wide web. Have a tiny space in the gigantic space to call my own. To vent my feelings and to just be me.
I suppose since I go my own domain 2 weeks ago, the passion of writing has begun to return. I have ideas dancing in my head from time to time of what to write about. I know the amount of readers I have is tiny, but hey this is me. I don’t write for people, I write for me. I write to preserve my memories and the things I’ve done in life, be it good or bad.
Sometimes I write to amuse people and myself at the things we have been thru. I like that. I look forward each day to sit in front of the computer and just type without knowing what the end product might turn out to be like.
I look at the media nowadays and see how commercialized blogging has become. Open a book, you have people spouting off blogs who have made international fame because they have broken an interesting story or reviewed some good products or write just because of the money. Open the newspaper and you see it advertising blogs with posts such as, “My dog ate my homework” or “I went to the loo”.
Sometimes it pains me to see what blogging has become. It has now transformed into a fad where everybody who is somebody has a blog. I guess there really isn’t much harm in it, but I see it as attention seekers. No offence to them though.
Back to the topic of passion, I guess you could say that my spark for writing has been lit again. Since uni has let out for the summer, I’ve got more time on my hands and certainly more things to do as well. This calls for a list now.
Things to do during summer:
- Clean up my room, charity bin unneeded things or sell them on eBay
- Work during Christmas season for money and save up
- Blog and tweak blog
- Meet up with bloggers from Perth and Malaysia
- Pack things I need to move from Malaysia to Perth. Permenantly
- Buy, wrap and give Christmas presents
- Buy, write and mail Christmas cards
I’m actually looking forward to uni starting again. Although I’d probably change my mind during uni times 
It’s just that it feels very strange not to be studying over the summer. It’s as if something is missing in my daily routine. I can’t wait for results to come out next week, although I’m worried at the same time. But what is done, is done. No amount of worrying will do much difference and I refuse to spoil my summer worrying about something that I have no control of.
