bang, and it comes into existance

... and this marks the 200th post.




what shall i say?



from the beginning of this year, i've stepped into the unforeseen territory that is the arts sector of the world, where i've looked from outside with the eyes of interest, fear, disdain and awe.



i am not regretting my choice of "wasting" my precious, precious final year of my teenage, where i could have started my university.

actually, i think it was the best choice i ever took in my entire life.



i was able to meet various people....
sophisticated people, intelligent people, funny people, kind people, good people, and all of them has inside them which i cannot express by meagre diction.

i think i have become a different person from last year, and it was a great improvement.

all of you had made me what i am now, and it was all of you whom i wanted to become.
each and every one of you have something beautiful which i could secretly adore and learn from it, and although i can never be as good as each of you are, i was happy just to be near, witnessing all that great stuff you had.

those memories which i was privileged to share with all of you
will be the strongest fuel to which i will need,
to drive myself further through the thick fog that is my future.
i will cherish each and every piece of that.
it is what would shine a way for me when i am lost,
and warm me, when i am cold and tired.

the knowledge i had acquired will be used forever as i live,
as it has set its root in my mind and it grows like a tree.
it will grow until it would provide a shade for other plants, and other trees to compete with.
with those trees growing tall, i will be able to climb and look further,
where normally people of my kind, would not be able to.

the friends i made, i would like to keep.
i am bad at keeping things, i lose everything.
but i am now motivated to change.
because you are all that precious to me,
and although i may have the chance to be rich,
i know money cannot buy such things that are most precious to men.



i thank all of you.



i do realise it sounds like a hyperbole, but it really is what i feel and think.
i think like this all the time, actually. just too bloody embarrassed to talk like this.
now you see why i am so quiet.





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and this is how i end my blog.

4313.

a clean ending.

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