Why I write…

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It’s hard, but sometimes I need to be reminded of why I love writing blogs. I figured I would love going out and drinking and laughing and dancing the night away as much as sitting at home, in my room, by myself, losing tracks of the hours I spend on reading somebody else’s blog.

Youtube is amazing with all the vblogs. You got to look into someone’s life so closely and vividly. In some ways, it is intimate. But after watching those there’s nothing left within me. Not an intriguing thoughts or ideal provoking. I’m back to the life I am living, drowning again in my own thoughts.

But there are this great flair in personal blog. It is like looking deep into someone’s mind. It is like sitting with them and listening to their soft little thoughts. It is like being honest and genuine to each other. Reading blog post is a kind of blessing I think.


Writing has this such power of showing who you really are much better than any social media channels. I knew this girl who looks all flawless and as if she has her life all together, as if she knows what she is doing, as if she is born under a good star that only good things come into her life. Gladly she has a blog. Gladly she writes. Gladly she can prove to the world how much she holds dearly to her heart and not how she wears her hair or how much make-up she has going to uni. (Sadly I doubt anyone knew she wrote or even if she had a blog!)

I always think how funny it is you think you know a person just because “I have her facebook duh”. I won’t go too deep in how misleading and ingenuine social media can be in portraying a person life. Sometimes we do need to be reminded humans are so much more complex. If only a party picture means “extrovert” or full-on all glammed up make up equal to “bossy” then psychologist and scientist are all out of job.

Blogging has never stop amaze me of its power in helping expressing one’s thoughts and ideas, keeping them true to their values, communicating to the world a little more of themselves.

Another great thing of blogging is no matter how long you have left, no matter how rusty you think your writing skills are, no matter how random your content might seem, once you’re back to letting the thoughts out of your head and into the dancing letters, you feel like home, you feel like being heard, you feel you do own a place in this swirling world.

So trust me friends, no matter what, keep on writing. Out there, there are always people who share the way you feel, people who love to read your little meaningless notes, who got inspired or got relief from your writing. This globe is so big, when I was first typing down my blog I could not imagine of the numbers of country where all my readers coming from. Friends, your audience can be that boy who was in your art class, or that girl who stopped by your social media profile and noticed the link, you will never know.

I have 13 drafts storing in and so many racing thoughts and projects to share with you guys. But for now, Happy Easter and Happy Blogging!



The fault in our stars

My Jam


Finishing a movie that leave me with too much emotions, I cannot contain myself without writing down fews in many thoughts.

I’m having a small swirling universe of combination of thoughts and feelings for each and every sentences of the script (from the movie, get directly from the book I suppose).

How amazing this movie is made to just fit with every single audiences, and from where you stand, there will be different ways to perceive and remember it. Besides all the clear messages that has been discussed widely which contribute directly to make this piece so valuable, I found myself thinking beyond those.

It make you think. It make you believe that life does go on after the ending. Life goes beyond the ending. When a book close, a movie cut, the story end, there is still this life of people going on. People who were once involved in that little piece of story, and have that piece as part of their ever changing continuing long life. There will not be an end, as for one end the others are still spinning. That what keeps life going.

Who do not want to be remembered? I believe it is one of human biggest desire is to be remembered, as someone, leave something special. A spark. A mark in other human life. Nobody want to be forgotten. However, as you want to believe that life does go on after one death, you have to leave them the chance, for one second, to forget you, in order for them to live on their lives. We know they love us. We know there are people, when our names are recalled, it hurts them, it tears them apart just as much as the flick second it was once happened. That we know, we are loved. And that we know, they deserve to live on, freely and happily.

This movie is made for those wounded to be understood, to find  a voice, to know themselves better, to realise aspects they have not reached, and to be healed. Ans it is for those, who has not been hurt, who want to understand, who want to live their lives better in term of aspiring motivation. And this movie is for all, from one seeking for a pleasure way to kill time in a Saturday night, to a movie critic.

I hope it bring you tears, to for once you feel alive.

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