HEAR YOU ME

the usual Singapore afternoon rain is splattering outside my office window again, and I don't know why, but rainy days make me want to write. so here it goes.

I got emails today from two of my closest friends from college. One telling me about her day (more like He's Not Just That Into You type of email), as I willingly become her "human diary". The other email is from another friend who told me that I "inspired" him to write again.

The former email speaks of trust, as she describes her day in full detail not knowing that maybe, just maybe, that the email will got lost in cyberspace or merely be buried deeply in tens, if not hundreds, of email I got everyday. It speaks of trust because she knows, I will be patient enough to read her messages, no matter how frivolous they are at times; and whatever that email contains would just be between me and her.

The latter is about a vote of confidence, a respect for talent that I myself still doubt that I have. That if there would be somebody in the whole wide world that reminds him of the ability and passion or urgency to write, that somebody is me. And while I doubt that I could write well, there's someone out there who knows and believes that I do.

Amidst all the clutter in my mailbox, thank goodness for these two messages.


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and since rainy days also remind me of 'please find me' blog, let me end this in 'I Wrote This For You' fashion:

if you find it difficult to believe in yourself, or trust in your talents, there are some people out there who believe that you could do more even if you doubt that you can. So before you sulk over how bad or uninteresting your life is, remember those people. You can never let them down. You shouldn't.

AFTER TWO YEARS

Here I am blogging again. Thesis happened, then graduation, then my Devil Wears Prada hellluva of a first job. But I'm back.

So much have changed. My views on things have changed, some things I've written here seemed like it came from a distant life. I read those entries and laugh about how geeky I was while still in the university. Not that I am a completely new person now, but I'm a bit different. Maybe more mature, but still childish at times.

I'm now in the Fine City, living my dreams, and continuing to dream. From hereon, I'll blog again. See you in the next posts.