Let just get things straight. Although this isn't my first blog that I make (the one before was made as a school assignment), this post is officialy my first diary that I write. I never thought I'll ever write a personal diary, but let say, the things I've been thinking through these days change me in such a fundamental way (at least for now)... What am I thinking? Why on earth do I feel like I'm in an urge to write things down (or 'type' things down actually)? Well, before this week, I had an Instagram account... For what reason? Well, let's face it, i'm a teenager, and like most of teens do, I need something to actualize myself, something to share to this small world I live in. But as days of clinging onto emptiness went by, few days ago, by a snap decision, I decided to dump that account. I mean, i like to read. And i read a lot (or so i thought). I'm hoping that I'll be capable of writing when I hit my retirement years. I get amazed (and amused) by certain writer. And to be honest, I enjoyed doing a story-making assignment from school back then (although my dad was constantly saying that none of such assignments are useful)... So, maybe this is the exact right time for me to unleash my desire to write.. And that's how I find myself right where I am right now, spending 15 minutes of my supposedly 'studying for end of term test' time typing this mess, trying a new (hopefully better) mean of expressing my sometimes scrambled thoughts...
This whole thing about certainty and perfection came out (amazingly) in an another bus trip... Dunno why but bus seems to be the only mean of transportation where I can ponder deeply about stuffs (apart from motorcycle, obviously)... There was nothing more interesting thing to do other than watching the pine forest beside the road as the bus taking me (painstakingly) closer to home... Dusk never fails to captivate my eyes... More than the night does, and certainly more than daylight does... Dawn is nice, yet dusk seems to be warmer and a lot more mysterious... There's one similarity however... My most tranquil part of the day has always got something to do with the position of the sun above my head... Both dawn and dusk.. Dawn and afternoon for me is like the birth and the death of the sun... Genesis and Revelation... The beginning and the end... Dawn marks freshness... It's when the history, triumphs and defeats, laughs and tears of yesterday are all washed out as the sun...
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