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Why I blog

Blogging has never been something that I considered doing, much less any kind of writing. Scribbling a line or two, composing rhymes (just for fun on friends' social media page to wish them on their birthday), captioning photos have been the few writings I indulged in. But, there were those who would believed there was more than these: they would often encourage me to write and I would smile back in return. I think deep down there was this fear of what the response will be - how will others take it?

After much more words of affirmation and thought this blog was born; the challenge taken and the journey began. The very first entry is a collection of one liners (each written at a different point of time) and they reflect events or sights that I saw on different occasions. These writings are mostly centered around reflections on life, some were inspired by true events, experiences, some others by a small thought picked up along the way of learning. 

So how have I been doing? There are those dry spells, and some other times ideas seem to rain down. To simply state it, I borrow these words from Robert Frost, there are still "miles to go" in this journey. Who do I write for? Well, honestly, I write for me (no, I am not being selfish). I write for me because I tend to forget the lessons I have learned, I tend to forget the thoughts that have hopefully enriched my thinking process; and so I write so that I may remember and reflect and hopefully improve on thoughts I had. But these are also for you who might stumble upon this blog in whatever way it was, for you to peruse through and you are welcome. These are not so much to teach you but hopefully some of these writings strike a likeness in your own experience of life with mine. Thank you for you time!

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