Number 2

It’s been quite some time now since I wrote something. It’s not in this blog or anywhere else because i chose to erase them. As you can see, my last blog here was my first. They were quite shallow and being the obsessive compulsive that I am, it wasn’t quite right after reading them again. So now I have reedited, renovated, reinvented, reorganized and whatever re’s i have done with my blog. This probably is one way of trying to escape the fact that I can’t keep a blog. Writing for me comes like a surge of lava from a dormant mountain, can be fiery, however not too often. Well, at least one tries to write, right? I have been through a great journey and have got some pretty interesting experiences. I would not be sharing them here… just merely trying to say that my head is ripe enough to say or write about things around me. Living in a foreign land can be quite hard. Yes I live far out from my homeland. 19 hours plane ride!!! Being pretty much alone, you don’t get to let all the charges in your head out in the open. Friends don’t come easy, cultures are different and so many of the “not-home” around you, that’s why having a blog comes as your last resort. To get it out even after realizing the fact that no one is going to read it. I can just imagine how many blogs were never read nor opened. Some maybe just got a single sentence or a word. Whatever it may be, they are expressions of a person. Even a blank page says a lot of things. We write to express and to communicate. I am still hoping that somehow I could write what I think more often and maybe someday, one would open this blog and share the same thoughts as I have.