..I started scribbling, and I was never the same..

From my screen to yours!

I turned on my laptop when half of the world is sleeping. The best time to make a post is when you are all left alone. Nobody to watch you as you wrinkled your eyebrow when the sentences seemed won't fit to what you want to convey. Silence is a therapeutic companion aside from a hot coffee on my favorite mug that eventually turned cold as I cannot stop my phalanges from working or else the tendency is that I will forget what I am supposed to type. This has been the usual occurrences for the past year I'm into blogging. I don't know exactly what persuaded me for I was contented with my Facebook notes. I have already anchored myself to the refuge of writing, of sketching and a bit of painting, and of reading books as being my milieu therapy being away from the context of "freedom".

Blogging understood my depths. I love my solitary moments, being away from the crowds and just enjoying my solemn minutes and hours. Maybe that could be a hypothetical reason why I created this blogsite, my Third Place. It can endure my silence while I'm pouring my heart out. It listens to my soul's chants and nuisance, absorbing them on its walls, clearing me of whatever loads I have kept on my shoulders and leaving me soothe and rejuvenated. It never rejected whatever I had to say, its patience is unrelenting. Its capacity to be there for me is unyielding. I just have to decide to write it down.

I cannot believe that as to this writing I had already made 68 posts with 2, 672 all time history page views since the birth of this blogsite from different parts of the world. The statistics doesn't count anymore. As what I said in my Facebook article, it really makes my day to have someone read my blog. Because Time is an expensive element, and by stopping over my posts is a big manifestation of sharing that expensive element. I may not know all of you but wherever you are, from the last strands of my heart muscles, thank you very much for allowing Chameleon's optimism come into your life in as short as few minutes and for letting me share with you my life's learned lessons!

I thought that by blogging, I may be able to express my emotions, I may be able to disclose myself to the world, I may be able to be better well understood. It did. But blogging made more than that. I was afraid to open up myself, but ironically, it made me known myself better. It just needed me to scribble down, and yes, I was never the same=)

TO GOD BE THE ULTIMATE GLORY!