Write

A guest lecturer from a PR company came by today and she emphasised on the importance of writing - which totally made me realize, how I've neglected you dear blog. How are you?!

The reason why I started blogging back then was to have a platform for me to record; events, outfits (yes!) and routines and vent things which I went through while growing up. It's fun to read back old posts for the sake of reminiscing. This blog was never meant to be something serious, although I love how over the past years, I've been able to share my stories with you guys and having readers who interact and relate to what I'm going through, and helping me make decisions. For all that's been going on in this tiny little sharing space, thank you, for making me love blogging and allowing me to write, write and write.

I'm not much of a storyteller, but I've always enjoyed reading stories and making my own little collection of fiction pieces. My first grade teacher was Ms. Markowitz. She had curly brown hair, a thick New York accent and smelled like coffee every morning. Ms. Markowitz made me fall in love with writing. The class would do book reports, make our own books, and write our own little diary! She introduced me to one of my favourite fictional characters, Harriet the Spy, who loved writing her observations. Learning English in the States was different than in Malaysia where almost everything was exam based. Although we learned literature and did comprehension exercises, everyone around me was more keen in getting A's instead of truly understanding 'The Dead Crow' which I still memorise, by heart. Feeling restricted, I started this blog!

Being able to write freely made me feel like I had freedom to be curious, sit in my bubble of thoughts and evaluate them through my writings. One day, perhaps the 30 year-old version of me would be reading back all my "thoughts" and I'd compare my views of then and "now". I'd be able to see and evaluate change and improve myself. I'd be able to make better versions of myself through my writings, day by day.

I'm writing this post as a reminder to myself. If I ever feel like giving up writing, or I'm not good enough to be in an industry of writers and speakers to give myself a break and realise that I'm constantly growing. I'd take a few steps back, perhaps read this and be reminded of how I fell in love with the art and hopefully be back on my own two feet again - stronger and full of spirit to achieve whatever comes my way.

Good night!

Look at How The Stars Shine For You

If you don't know what Breacon Beacon is, its a national park about an hour away from Cardiff. I've always wanted to go there during the day, never would I ever imagined to go there when the weather was freezing and pitch black. So okay, here I was thinking that the spot Malo was about to bring us was a proper place. It seemed to be like a parking spot, so I felt like it was safe. That was when the roads became smaller, the hills became steeper and sooner you know it, barbed wires and wooden gates surrounded us. "Where on Earth are we?" "Hm, I don't know. Just following the coordinates". Luqman was driving, and clueless as he could ever be. Salah and Erina were having fights at the back over old music. We drove, and drove until we reached the gates of a farm. We decided to just park there and trespass our way up the fields. Bringing our blankets, packets of chips and a speaker - we laid down.. munching, talking about lifed. We did nothing but look at the stars, huddled up together since the weather was extremely cold. The stars watched as a bunch of kids talk about life, giggling every time they heard a goat or a cow make noise, or even the barking of a distant dog. We left around 4AM and reached back to Cardiff around 6AM.

I want to remember this night - and though my words may be all over the place, it was pretty indescribable to begin with.