I've been trying my best to keep out of cyberspace...since i am back home and also, its a good change..since i technically don't have to be online..unlike before when there is always something you need to check online for uni....also, there are like 200 other things i would rather be doing...
I don't really think its the keeping away from cyberspace that has been keeping me away from my blog as well, rather, for the past week or so...i've been doing some thinking. Perhaps its our intrinsic human need to reflect on life especially as one chapter ends and another springs open.
Needless to say, everything is not how i imagined it to be, perhaps too much have changed in the past 2 years, at times, i look in the mirror and ask myself, "who am i?".
To a certain extent, the "great wall of China" enacted around me still stands strong. But to allow it to come tumbling down, i would need to tell my story. I've always enjoyed reading...since i was really young..sorta had to do away with that hobby because there was way too much stuff to read for uni..and well, the eyes need to rest...but since the chapter called "pursuing my degree" has closed..i have read like 3 books...not that i didn't read at all before, but not as much as i would have love to.
Anyway... reading those books make me wonder...when would it be my turn to tell my story, when i can be brutally honest to the world, without caring how the truth would bring the life of others to ruins hence my silence thus far, and sway those judgmental looks to where it belong. Is silence truly golden?
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