Writting Blog

Itz been 2 months i had been writing blog and it has been something new to me(not really , =P)

Writing blog is like......how to say.....hmmm....i'm figuring....

Ok, writing a blog is everything like the last sentence, u wanted to said something on it, but the minute u start typing u will keep on using the backspace tab frequently even if ur unwilling too. Actually it may not be the case to many people, to most at least i guess. To people like me, yes, definitely true.

From the day ICQ introduced to us and till the day we're using MSN, which is at present, many of us are following the trends, blindly. Their mind is prone to influence of others and the media, and eventually they had lost their own definition of values. There had been alot of people writing blog nowadays, and i believe not even half of them can continue till as long as possible.

Honestly, writing blog is like designing to me; designing is like teaching ur own students which is the same as educating ur children. Its not only the effort u put into it, is the soul and truthfulness to something, and that is kinda out-price every matter in the universe. I mite say my work looks horrible or i mite convince myself that it could be better, but i will never feel regretful or shameful about it, i'd learned something out of it, and i'm glad.

In any case, lacking of "truthfulness", i think "love and care" alone is not enough to actually convey it to others. That's why, i'd always try my best to keep spirit in many thing, from designing to friendship to family and to blogging. It is not a burden, it is a responsibility, which is not a chain, but a key to break free from ur own misery.

Why am i talking so dramatic about writing a blog? Its not actually just about blogging of coz, but, everything about me.

To those who always wanted to live in the past and to those who refuse to grow....
Being a  more mature person doesn't mean u will give up ur childish side, it's about discarding the old ways of thinking and become a more thoughtful one with the same "child" inside u.


Imagine this, one is wearing black and one is wearing white.
Who is the "child" and who is the "adult"?